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The Sultry Sorceress

By: markydaysaid



A single, lonely road divided through the dark forest of Notzuchtwald, and on that single, lonely road travelled a single, lonely horse-drawn carriage. Most travelers went to great pains to avoid the dark tangled labyrinth that was Notzuchtwald, for it was a famous haunt of bandits, outlaws, and (if superstition was to be believed) of vampires and ogres. Only one royal garrison was maintained in Notzuchwalkd, and that fort that was of little value other than as a prison, and even the guards posted there received their assignments as a sort of punishment. And yet, despite this fearsome reputation, one intrepid traveler thought nothing of braving the hopeless woods, but whether this was out of audacity or foolishness was yet to be determined.

The carriage's rapid flight was brought to a sudden, unscheduled stop when the driver saw that a large tree had fallen across the narrow road. The driver, a petite and pretty girl with short blonde hair and large, sparkling blue eyes, groaned in frustrations, less about the tree and more about her passenger. The little lady did not want to upset her Mistress with bad news, but what other choice was there?

The petite cutie hopped down from her seat atop the carriage and patted her sore, supple buttocks as she stretched her slender legs. She was an adorable little appetizer, with a youthful, angelic face and small, perky breasts, so she had reason to be afraid of the infamous woods. It was well known that ogres liked to rape their food before eating it, and any bandit would have enjoyed making an obedient little sex-slave out of her.

But the little minx wasn't nearly as afraid of ogre rapists and bandit gang-bangs as she was of the woman she worked for.

"Lily?" a woman's voice huffed from inside the carriage. "Why the fuck have we stopped?"

Lily bit her pink lip and wiggled her dainty little feet. "Mistress Méchant, there's a tree blocking the road."

"Uh . . . uh . . . uh," the woman inside the carriage moaned heavily. The sounds of two bodies sliding back and forth on leather seats were familiar to Lily. "Well unblock it, you stupid bitch!"

Lily felt like she was going to pee her little panties and ruin her tight, formfitting leather pants. "I . . . um . . . it's too big, mistress."

The woman inside groaned angrily. "Fine! Open the door you dumb slut."

Lily tiptoed to the carriage door and opened it, and the first sight she was greeted with was that of a naked boy who looked exactly like her. It was her twin brother, Pad, who had the same blonde hair, blue eyes, slender body, and pretty looks that Lily had, except by some whim of the gods he had been born with a truly tremendous penis. He was falling onto the leather seat as if he had just been pushed, his nubile body sweating profusely, and his slickened cock pulsed on the verge of an explosive orgasm as it dripped with the honey of a woman's flower. He actually looked a little pathetic as he desperately stroked his monster tool with both hands, trying to cum, but Lily knew that her brother was incapable of achieving climax on his own. The rest of his body was too weak to handle his giant cock. 

"Mistress, please," Pad whined. "Don't stop now. I . . . I'm so close. You got me so close."

A woman in the shadows groaned in annoyance. "Too bad. Your dumb cunt of a sister just ruined my mood. Have her finish you off."

A long, feminine arm with finger-nails painted red whipped out of the carriage like a viper, grabbing Lily by her short blonde hair, cruelly pulling her headfirst into the carriage where her puckered mouth was slammed onto the tip of her brother's bulbous cockhead. Lily's eyes went wide and she tried to scream, but that just allowed the sex-slickened jawbreaker to push all the deeper into her gullet. 

The feminine, dominating arm started to shake Lily's head back and forth by her hair, causing the girl to whimper and gag on the cock that was easily twice as large as anything the girl could have swallowed whole on her own. Tears dripped from Lily's pretty blue eyes as she looked up to her brother, hoping for sympathy, but the look of stupefying bliss on his face signaled that he was about to pop, and at that moment his orgasm was of more concern than his sister's overstuffed throat.

"I . . . oh fuck, FUCK . . . I'M CUMMING!" Pad yelled in a voice that broke like a nervous teenager's. His large testicles began to pump like little engines, and his cockhead exploded with hot, thick, white cum. The first blast went directly into Lily's stomach, and it hit her like a punch to the gut. The next few spurts hit her as the Mistress was pulling her back, flooding her mouth with semen so quickly that it spilled out of her mouth and bubbled out of her nose. Lily started to gag so she pulled back, and her Mistress mercifully allowed her to fall back on her ass against the dirty ground. Pad kept spurting though, as his cock shot rope after salty rope into the air. When he came it was like a champagne bottle exploding, beginning with a giant arc of rapid ejaculation, followed by a foaming mass of hot, dripping spunk. All of this fell across Lily's pretty face, her white blouse, and her tight leather pants that ended at her knees. 

Pad was pushed out of the carriage after his mouth-fucked sister, and he fell naked into a little puddle of mud, his sweaty chest and face instantly soiled black. Then a long, elegant leg slipped out of the carriage, and its sharp high-heeled shoe pressed against Pad's back, using his body like a stepping stone. 

The woman who stepped out of the carriage was one of the most terrifying and beautiful women to ever live, the great sorceress of sex, the enchantress of erotica, the dominatrix of demons, the defiler of virgins, the corruptor of innocence, the thief of virtue . . . Nadia Méchant.

Nadia was a very tall and slender woman, with a long neck and longer limbs, but her breasts were incredibly large and rounded, so much so that they were currently hanging out of her tight bodice like two soft sacks of milk, her pink nipples hardening in the cold air. Her skin was pale and milky, and it glistened as if covered in a slight sheen of oil. Her lips were swollen and inviting, but her green eyes were wide and cruel. Although she was youthful and attractive, her high cheekbones and sharp chin made her look more like a domineering queen that a pretty princess. Her long, slick reddish brown hair fell to her curvy, perfect buttocks, and much of her lithe musculature could be seen as her red dress was mostly undone. Her trimmed pussy was swollen and dripping, making it obvious that she was still extremely horny, which meant she was going to be an even bigger bitch than usual. 

Nadia twirled her long finger in the air and by magic her tight, cleavage-happy dress quickly stitched itself back up, hiding her angry vagina and smothering her huge breasts back into place. She looked down at Lily as if she was looking at an ant begging to be stepped on.

Lily coughed as she wiped her brother's cum from her face. "Mistress, I'm sorry but-EEK!"

Lily squeaked in pain as the sharp toe of Nadia's high-heeled boot kicked her tender groin. More tears sparkled from her eyes and she cringed in pain, but she knew better than to move away or cover her abused sex-spot. That would only make her Mistress even more pissed.

Nadia took one look at the fallen tree and sneered. "That tree barely looks like it weighs more than a couple tons. Could you really have not figured out a way to move it?"

Lily was shivering. "I . . . I . . . I-AAIIEE!"

Nadia started to grind the tip of her foot deeper into Lily's kitten, causing her to whimper pathetically and squirm like a squished worm.

Nadia leaned back into the dark carriage and yelled for someone. "Pussy-pocket! Get your tight demon ass out here!"

Out of the carriage bounded a lanky black cat with unnatural red eyes. The serpentine feline slithered over Pad's body, through Nadia's skirts, and up to the prone form of Lily. The evil looking cat meowed, and it quickly grew into a larger, curvy, sexy sharp. Suddenly the cat became a naked girl with a supple, ripe young body and lovely breasts, although her eyes stayed blood red and her hair stayed spiky and black. 

The demonic familiar spirit licked her lips and caressed her perky breasts. "Yes, Mistress?"

"We need to move that tree and punish this little tart for being so fucking useless."

Pussy-pocket smiled lewdly. "Can I 'punish' sweet little Lily?" For Pussy-pocket the word 'punish' in Lily's case most likely meant some fervent, relentless oral sex. Lily had learned long ago that her Mistress's familiar had taken a particular liking to the taste of her honey-slit. Pussy-pocket crept into her bed almost every night for some heavy petting and heavier pussy-play, and the demon always left her a sweaty, panting, hot mess.

"No!" Nadia answered. "I can handle this worthless slattern. You got and move that tree."

Pussy-pocket sighed. "Alright." She leaned down and gave Lily a little kiss. "See you later, baby." Pussy-pocket retook the form of a cat and slithered off to the tree, leaving Lily in the cruel clutches of her horny dominatrix. 

"Come here, slut," Nadia hissed, grabbing Lily by her hair and pulling her to her feet so fast that the little girl was lifted off the ground. Nadia then pushed her against the carriage door, forcing Lily to support herself while the sorceress firmly placed a hand between the girl's legs, forcing her ass up and out. Then Nadia yanked Lily's tight leather pants down to her knees, ripping her lacy white thong in the process. Lily whimpered as her cute, bubble butt was made totally exposed, and she shivered with sexual trepidation as Nadia slowly caressed the perky globes of her ass.

"Smooth as a newborn babe," Nadia admired, her voice sensual and smooth. "But not for long."

SMACK!

Lily cried out in a high-pitch whine as Nadia spanked her cottony cheeks, leaving a bright red welt of a handprint.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Mistress Méchant!" Lily cried. "Please! It's not . . . it's not my fault!"

"Excuses! I fucking hate excuses!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nadia took a brief pause so Lily could breathe, and when she did she wailed pathetically, her body being overwhelmed by the strong mixture of feelings heating her body. Although her buttocks stung like a hive of bees, her tight pussy was dripping with honey. The pain and the pleasure were hard to separate, and nowadays enough of either could make Lily achieve orgasm. She hadn't always been like this, but working for Nadia Méchant had a way of changing people. Nadia felt Lily's arousal, and she gently prodded at the little girls' hairless kitten.

"You deserve this," Nadia said. "You deserve to be treated like this regardless of what IS and what IS NOT your fault. You understand that, right?"

Lily bit her lip and sobbed, suddenly hoping with desperate arousal that Nadia would continue spanking her. "Yes."

"Good," Nadia laughed softly, her voice deep and husky as if it were filled with hot chocolate. "Now spread your legs."

Lily scooted her legs open a little further, exposing her wet pussy to her dominator. She hissed in pain as her ass-cheeks readjusted to her new stance. Nadia smile cruelly, and she pulled her hand way back, stretching her arm as far as it would go. Then, she swung it down and up, bringing her open palm up into Lily's cunt with the impact of a meteor.

SMACK!!!!!!

Lily inhaled deeply, and then screamed.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEE!!!"

The little servant quaked and climaxed so hard that she was practically pissing herself, her girly cum spattering everywhere, including across Nadia's chest and face. The sorceress licked her lips and moaned happily at the sweet taste of her submissive little slut. Lily's knees shook so violently that she could not longer stand. She sunk down and Nadia let her go. Quivering and unconscious, the little blonde fell into the mud next to her twin brother.

"I love you two," Nadia whispered to her fucked-out little slaves, although she would never have said so to their faces. 

Gathering up her long skirts, Nadia strutted to the front of the carriage to see how her familiar Pussy-pocket was doing with the fallen tree. The sultry sorcerous's elegant eyebrow cocked in confusion when she saw that no progress had been made. The tree was still resting there, unmoved and untouched. 

There was stranger. A person in a hooded cloak was holding a bottle. Inside the bottle was Pussy-pocket, trapped in the form of a cat. Nadia realized it was a magic demon-trap.

"Hey! You bastard! Release my familiar or die!"

The sound of footsteps from behind made the wily witch spin around. There was another cloaked figure running out her, and from the open folds of the cloak she could see a massive rack of bronzed breasts, held up by a metal sapphire-studded bikini top. A long, feminine leg shot out from the cloak, and its shin came right up between Nadia's open legs, striking a brutal cunt-punt.

THUD!

Nadia's toes left the ground as her ovaries were kicked up into her eyeballs, and she fell to her knees in indescribable, mind-breaking, (and strangely arousing) pain. Her eyes filled with stars and she lost consciousness. 

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The sound of a jail-cell's iron bars slamming shut woke Nadia Méchant from her painful erotic dreams in which a white dominatrix with angelic wings was kicking her repeatedly in the cunt. Nadia struggled to move but found that her arms were bound by iron shackles to a damp stone wall. She tried to summon a spell by twirling her fingers, but only a few pathetic sparks leapt from her hand. She looked up to see that the shackles were etched with magic-dispelling glyphs, as was the cell's roof and floor. This was a prison for a mage. 

Beautiful, feminine, but haughty laughter echoed through the dirty dungeon. "Welcome to Fort Greyverge, Nadia Méchant, you disgusting fuck-bag."

Nadia recognized the nasally, obnoxious voice immediately. "Chancy Belladonna," she hissed.

The busty beauty named Chancy stepped into the light. Her cloak was gone, revealing her sparkling, bronzed body. She wore the most revealing suit of armor ever crafted, which amounted to little more than a shining metal thong-bikini that was studded with glowing sapphires, one gemstone embedded over each nipple and one over her hairless vagina. Her athletic, toned body was on complete display, and her perfect cherubic face was highlighted by a sapphire tiara and a head of long, golden curls. Her breasts were so large and heaving that they threatened to break her metal bikini top into pieces, but it was magic that held them in place. It didn't matter that Chancy's armor protected nothing, because she was a Paladin, a warrior who used magic rather than brute strength to deflect blows and arrows, and that meant she was better armored than a tank. "I finally caught you, you imp-sucking cum-drinker!" Chancy gloated, striking a stupid pose of victory. "I knew only you'd cross the road through Notzuchtwald instead of going the long way round. So I set a little trap, and your fat-ass fell right into it. Ha!"

"Chancy," whispered Nadia in an almost sweet voice. "Let me go right now, or I swear, once I break free, and I will break free, I am going to shove my foot so far up our ass that you'll be licking the bottom of my shoe!"

"Fuck you!" Chancy yelled so loud her breasts jiggled. "You're coming back with me to answer for you crimes in front of Queen Nymphoria! Just as soon as I can arrange for a carriage that has enough magic-dispelling glyphs to hold you. Until then you'll just have to rot in this stinking hole like the piece of shit you are. Guard!" The pugnacious paladin screamed. "Guard! Get in here!"

Nadia could hear another metal door open and close. A new figure entered the light, and her womanly parts quivered at the sight of the rugged man she saw. The guard was surprisingly handsome, with a strong chin and crystal blue eyes, big arms and a strong set of shoulders. He was a little battle-scarred though, and his teeth weren't perfect, but something about his roughness really made Nadia's nether-parts tingle.

"I'm leaving my prisoner here," Chancy told the guard. "I will return by this time exactly three days from now with a proper contingent of soldiers to safely escort this dangerous criminal. I am trusting that you won't fuck this up."

The handsome guard frowned at being condescended too, but he nodded his head. "Whatever you say, Ma'am"

"Good. I am trusting that you are not a complete incompetent like your friends upstairs. I understand that Fort Greyverge is the toilet for this kingdom's shittiest guards. I hope you'll prove me wrong."

"I trust I will, ma'am."

"Good," her pink lips smiled. She leaned over and gave the handsome guard a very generous view of her bronzed cleavage, but she was not doing so to entice him. Her hand reached into his pants and took a firm grip on his balls. "Because if you don't, I'll turn Fort Greyverge into a home for eunuchs." 

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After Chancy left, the handsome guard entered Nadia's cell to inspect his prisoner. She was bound by her shackles to the wall, so that she was forced to remain standing with her legs spread wide and her bosom thrust out. Her dress was ripped and soaked with mud, and her tight bodice was starting to slip down her breasts, one pink nipple already peaking free. 

Nadia knew what she looked like: she looked like the sexiest fucking prisoner to have ever existed, but for some reason the handsome guard looked at her like any other ugly drunkard or criminal.

"My servants?" she asked, finding it was hard to speak.

"The twins? We're holding them upstairs."

"My familiar?"

"Trapped in that magic bottle the Paladin brought with her. We buried it in the graveyard."

Damn, Nadia thought. That was holy ground. The magic of that place and the magic bottle would be too much for Pussy-pocket to escape on her own. Nadia would have to free her.

"What if . . . I get thirsty?"

Nadia gagged and choked as the guard suddenly jammed the tip of a glass bottle into her mouth and down her throat. Cold water spilled into her stomach even as she tried to vomit it back out. He pulled the bottle out and she gasped and retched in pain, puking water all over her breasts and tight bodice. 

"And . . . (cough) . . . if I get hungry-"

Before she could even finish the guard held a bowl of grey gruel up to her mouth and forced it down her throat with his fingers. The warm slime was disgustingly salty and had a consistency not unlike semen, except that Nadia would have much rather swallowed a load of cum than whatever shit this was. 

"And if . . . (cough) . . . I need to pee."

The guard kicked a bucket between her legs.

"And if . . . I get horny?" Nadia looked up into his rugged face with big, 'fuck-me' eyes and pouty cock-sucking lips, silently whispering of all the erotic secrets her body held.

She was happy to see the guard respond. With stoic resolve he undid his sash and dropped his dirty pants to the ground, then peeled off his dirty shirt. Nadia gasped in admiration at his body which was lined with scars, and pulsing with strong muscles. A sheen of sweat and dirt glistened in his every curve and crevice, and Nadia found herself almost drooling at his impressive abdominal muscles which looked like eight stones stacked up to his chest. But what really took her breath away was the meaty trunk swinging between his legs, a penis that even made the freakish Pad look like a little boy. Even soft it was over nine inches long, and it was already as thick as one of Nadia's wrists. His testicles hung heavy and low, each the size of a plum in a leathery purse. 

Without changing his expression he began to stroke his cock, taking a wide stance and holding it outward like a sword. Within the span of just three strokes he was completely erect, his beefy club maxing out and a mind-shattering twelve inches.


The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 02



Ever since the day Nilrem was born he had never seen or experienced a single instance of magic in his entire life, which was odd, because the world he lived in was allegedly filled with it. His small mountain village of Morningwoods once had a wizard, an alchemist, and a sorceress who had all been fairly powerful in their day, but when little Nilrem was born things started going sour for them. The wizard's spells fizzled and flopped, the alchemist's potions all fell flat, and the sorceress's charms all flinted and finked. But when they moved to the next village down all their talents returned without any trouble, and so they set up shop there and never returned. 

When Nilrem was a young boy a group of Queen Nymphoria's famous paladins came through his village hunting a witch. They all wore skimpy pieces of metal armor that barely covered their spectacular bodies, and their weapons all glowed with the magical enchantments woven in to them. But when Nilrem got close their weapons became dull and their skimpy armor started to fall off. The paladins claimed something evil in the air was interfering with their powers, so they left and never returned either. 

When Nilrem turned 18 he started playing the same games the other pubescent youngsters of his village played. Boys and girls alike would sneak off into the dark forest around Morningwoods, where the hot-springs of the fairies were, and they'd peek at the sexy nymphs and sprites who bathed there. Occasionally one of the craftier youngsters would manage to catch one, and would receive sexual services in exchange for freedom. Nilrem hid in the bushes with some other teens, all of them fervently stroking their stubbornly hard cocks and wet pussies, as Billy the Butcher's Boy caught a little green fairy one day by her dainty ankle, and roughly spanked her little green ass over a log. Billy was a big 18 year old, with large muscles and a large cock, yet the fairy he had caught was only a little more than half his size. The busty little spirit had a well developed body none the less, with lime green skin, dark green hair, bright green eyes, and colorful green lips and nipples. Billy bent the little green munchkin over a rock and after forcing her to suck his seven-inch cock he slammed it up her lime-colored cunt, making her squeal and moan and cum her little brains out. Billy let the green cum-bucket go, but he caught her again, and again, and again, before everyone realized that the green fairy actually wasn't trying that hard to get away. Once you fucked a fairy, they were connected to you for life. 

After that all the mature teens of Morningwoods had to bag a fairy, as their parents had done before them. Benjamin the Barrel-maker wrestled down a golden nymph and fucked her large breasts until his cum shot out over here pretty face, and after that she moved in with him. Darcie the Dressmaker trapped a centaur and fucked herself silly with his big horse-cock, and now she rides him around the glen almost every day. Even Nilrem's own sister, Morgan, had seduced a ravenous werewolf and made a tamed house pet out of him. She was always taking him for 'walks' that inevitable ended in her bedroom. 

But Nilrem could never catch any sort of fairy. Every time he tried they'd fly away as if being blown by a storm, or they' sink into the ground like ghosts. Only once had he even managed to touch one, and the poor little nymph whose ass he groped was blasted away as if she'd been struck by lightning. He was sure that none of the fairies would be 'caught' by him because Nilrem, despite being a cute boy with blue eyes and curly brown hair, had the least impressive penis in his village. Few boys had big twelve-inchers like Morros the Black (whose father had come from the southern continent) but most had been at least packing a solid six inches of manhood in their trousers. 

Little Nilrem had only four, and he was beating it with gusto as he spied on his sister having a three way at this very moment with Morros and her pet werewolf, Howler. 

Morgan had her slender, white arms wrapped around Morros's strong neck, and they kissed like sloppy sex-fiends, they tongues loudly wrestling each other's into submission. Howler was on his knees behind Morgan, lifting up her flimsy skirt and sticking his long muzzle into her already soaked panties, expertly licking her swollen pussy. He was eating her so well that she squirmed in Morros's arms, and the big black stud had to hug Morgan tightly to keep her in place.

Morgan clumsily struggled out of her loose white blouse, revealing the supple, medium sized tits she had. Morros mauled them in his hands as he pulled at the frilly strands of lace holding her hair up, and it fell around her shoulders in messy brown curls. Howler finished her disrobing by almost ripping off her skirt and pulling down her lacey thong underwear, leaving her nimble buttocks naked for him and Morros to squeeze. Howler rose as Morgan was pushed to her knees, whimpering impatiently as the black stud undid the buckle of his pants and unleashed his quickly hardening foot-long cock. His massive dick sprang free and slapped Morgan in her cheek, but she quickly widened her mouth and popped his head in. Both of Morros's hands were tangled in her messy brown hair as she loudly slurped back and forth on him, moaning happily as his salty taste filled her senses. Howler must have been feeling a little jealous, because he was jamming his cock into the back of Morgan's head as if trying to get her attention, but it was still over a minute before she dislodged from the ebony muscle and turned to her pet's knotted semi-human phallus. Her lips were dripping with strands of saliva that connected her mouth to Morros's cock, but that didn't stop Howler from burring his own dick balls-deep into her throat, causing the eager slut to gag slightly. Morgan quickly got her tempo though, and soon she was sucking Howler's knotted cock so furiously that her tits bounced with every bob of her head. 

She went back and forth between the two for several minutes, lubing up both of their massive fuck-sticks with spit for the penetration to come, but for a slut like Morgan even a blowjob was its own reward. She kissed both of their heads and ran her tongue along the deep trenches of their cum-slits, all the while aggressively palming their heavy testicles as if inspecting ripened fruit.

She was so exhausted from the enthusiastic felatio that she was gasping. "These . . . these are my favorite cocks in the village," she said happily, her spit-covered mouth beaming with a beautiful, drunken smile. 

"Well let's get one of them inside you," Morros said with an arrogant smirk. All though he was only 19 and Morgan was 28 he had easily become dominant in their relationship, as he had with many of the village's woman, whether they were married or not. Everyone fucked the fairies, but something about copulating with another human was more intimate, more powerful. 

Morros pulled Morgan up by her hair. The look on her face was dazed and hungry as he pushed her soft tits against his dark wall of a chest, and she instinctively wrapped her slender legs around his powerful waist. He carried her over to the bed effortlessly, and he easily held her over his body as he lay down. He left the rest to Morgan, who clumsily and impatiently struggled to get her tight, dripping pussy over his behemoth member, but her legs were shaking so much that she was having trouble just getting into position. It fell to Howler to hold her in place, his furry claws gently gripping her breasts as she successfully sat on Morros's cock. His bulbous head split her tight pussy open wider than it was use to, and she wailed like a horny banshee as her body slid down the last eleven inches. 

She leaned down as her slender hips energetically gyrated against the colossal fuck-pole filling her to the womb, and her supple bubble breasts began to mash against Morros's hot chest like balls of dough against an oven sheet. She was literally drooling as her lover took her chin and pulled her in for a hot, passionate kiss. Morros's large penis twitched in excitement, and even this small movement was enough to make Morgan's cute butt bounce an inch off of his body. 

Howler (who had been patiently fisting his own large cock on the sidelines) saw an opening as Morros pried Morgan's cute butt cheeks open, revealing a clean, tight little backdoor. Already lubricated with spit, Howler pushed the tip of his knotted cock against her asshole and started to push in.

"Mmf!" Morgan's blue eyes almost popped out of her sex-dazed skill. "Howler! W-wait! We've tried that! My hole's not big enough for something that huge."

The jilted werewolf growled. "You'll manage, bitch."

His furry tail wagged as his muscular hips plowed deep, forcing all of his cock into her little back-pussy with a strong, slow thrust that became more stubborn after every inch, but even as Morgan inhaled deeply and began to scream, Howler still went to the hilt. Morgan was screaming in a high-pitched whine at first, but as the two studs matched their tempos and their lager cocks really started to plow, Morgan's screams became pathetic, orgasmic yelps of pleasure, like a tiny toy-poodle being bred by a wolf and a black bull. Still Morgan tried to get Howler out of her ass. She kicked and wiggled, and she tied to climb further up Morros's chest, but all this did was excite them and push her tits into Morros's hungry mouth. She started to cry in defeat as Howler's knotted cock hooked into her insides, where it would stay lodged until he climaxed, and with no other option Morgan just had to grit her teeth, take it like a bitch, and enjoy it. 

Nilrem by now was completely naked as he sat in the hallway peeking through the door. He sat on a pile of his discarded clothes, fisting his little four inch cock like he was trying to break it. The sound of his forearm slapping against his slender waist was loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but it was nothing compared to the SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! that his older sister was taking in both ends. They were fucking her so hard that her entire bed was skirting along the floor and hitting the wall. Very likely this was going to be the third bed-frame she had broken this year. Watching the sexual carnage inside, Nilrem couldn't help but reflect on his own inadequacy. Morros was only a year older than him, but compared to the half-black stud he was a little boy who never grew into a man. Nilrem's little nut wasn't going to be impressing any girl's in his village, not when every single one of them had already tumbled in the hay with the likes of Morros, Billy, or Pegasus (which was the name of Darcie's centaur). His only option was to capture a fairy-lover of his very own, something he'd do tonight, just once he was done watching his older sister getting her brains fucked out. 

The three revelers were just about finished anyway. Howler's clawed hands slashed against Morgan's back, leaving bright red scratches as he leaned up and howled like the wolf he was. An echo of howls followed as every other dog in the village saluted in orgasm. His testicles pumped visibly as he unloaded two balls worth of werewolf baby-batter deep into Morgan's ass, and even as his orgasm ended he stayed embedded within her, his knotted penis making him as much a prisoner as her. 

Morgan came next, the sensation of pain across her back, and hot, werewolf spunk filling her ass was simply too much to resist. Her sweaty, slickened body began to shake with epileptic spasms as a powerful, mind-numbing orgasm quaked through her. She wept from the sheer feeling of it, tears dripping off her face and sizzling on Morros's hot chest. She bit her tongue trying not to scream, but it was no use. As Howler's big cock finally slipped from her stretched out asshole she wailed and wept with ecstatic torment. 

Morros wasn't finished though. He stood up, lifting Morgan as easily as a baby, and but her back down on the bed, but leaving her lower body hanging off the edge. Spreading her legs open and pinning her down, his hips began to jackhammer her sopping cunt with thrusts so powerful that they were almost hateful. One of his implacable arms held on to the bed, the other onto her right breast as the left one bounced around out of control. He was fucking her so hard that books were falling from the shelves and her framed pictures swung back and forth on the walls. Morgan couldn't even scream she was being fucked so hard and so fast. All she could do was look up with wide, horror-struck blue eyes as she felt her body being ruthlessly dominated by the sweet little boy she had once babysat with her little brother. 

Finally Morros climaxed. His first two pumps went deep and hard, and he held his cock perfectly still as he did so, just so Morgan wouldn't confuse the hard impacts of his cum with that of his cock. Then, still climaxing, he pulled out and dropped her quivering lower body to the floor like a shack of shit. He held his humongous ramrod out like a sword and stroked it rapidly, firing off shot after sticky shot of cum across Morgan's face and chest, shampooing her hair with semen and plastering her eyes so thickly she couldn't see. Although two overlapping orgasms were whipping her mind into slavery, she still knew to hold out her tongue to catch as much delicious sperm as she could, and she moaned with almost pitiful need to taste him. She slipped to the floor shivering and jerking uncontrollably, her pussy exploding with a wet, sputtering waterfall across the floor, and she continued on like that for almost a minute before finally coming to a deep, sex-induced slumber on the floor. 

Nilrem couldn't hold back any longer. His little cock began to spurt thick strands of cum so high that they splashed across his hairless chest and boyish face, one landing squarely in his open mouth. The rest dripped off to the side, soiling his sweat-soaked clothes. Despite being so sadly under-endowed in the caliber of his cock, Nilrem's testicles were extraordinarily bountiful, and he could match any stud in terms of drop for drop, if not inch for inch.  

Morros chuckled as her wiped his cum-covered cock off with Morgan's bed sheet. "Well I guess we know which of us is the bigger stud finally. What was up with you man," he said to Howler. "You seemed a little off your game tonight."

Howler scratched his head and growled. "It must be that brat brother of hers. He's close. I can feel it. Last time we tag-teamed Morgan he was spending the night at a friend's house."

"Why would it matter if Nilrem's around?" Morros asked, scooping up the unconscious Morgan and laying her on the bed. "Does he smell funny or something?"

"No. It's hard to explain, but there's something weird about him. I've checked with all the other fairies and ghouls around and they all agree. Something about that kid just . . . I don't know . . . saps us of our strength."

Morros shrugged and laughed. "Too bad for him. Ain't nothing sweeter than busting in a fairy pussy for the first time. Not that he'll ever get to know. If anyone in this horny little village is bound to die a virgin, it's him."

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Although it was early in the morning and still hours before sunrise, Nilrem sulked through the cobble streets of Morningwoods alone, wearing a new set of clothes he had gotten from his room. He couldn't get to sleep that night, not with Howler and Morros in his sister's room loudly boasting of their countless sexual conquests. Between the two of them there wasn't a single pussy in the village they hadn't stretched out, human or otherwise, and Nilrem didn't like being reminded that he was the only 18 year old virgin he knew of. 

Even now, in the wee hours of the morning, the streets echoed with little moans and squeals of lovemaking. He passed the house of Daisy, a cute blonde girl his age who he had once harbored a crush on. She was leaning out of her bedroom window as an unseen lover pounded her from behind, her little breasts bouncing with every thrust. He passed the mayor's house, the largest villa in town, and from the looks of the place the village's more prominent citizens had just wrapped up a private orgy. He even passed the jail, where a young thief named Roxy had been put in the stocks outside. Her leather pants had been pulled down to her ankles and her entire backside was dripping with cum. It seemed that after her arrest half the town's men had used naughty Roxy as a public cum-dumpster. Even now a couple hooligans from his school were rubbing their dicks over her catatonic face, and using her mouth as a cum-rag.

Nilrem was a nice boy, but his sexual frustration had began to fester into resentment for his entire town. The only thing he knew that would turn things around for him was if he caught a fairy of his own, damn whatever nonsense Howler had been taking about before. Nilrem was going to catch one tonight. 

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Nilrem had never gone into the woods at night before, his sister had always warned him not to. She had said that the sweat, sexy fairies who pranced around in the daytime all went underground after the sunset, and they were replaced by ravishing demons who raped humans to death and ate them. Nilrem had been wandering for almost an hour now, and he hadn't seen a single man-eating demon, but he hadn't seen any fairies either.

He heard the sound of running water, and he followed it to a little swimming hole at the base of a small cliff. It wasn't as dark as it had been, now that the sun was rising in the East, and the little pool was reflecting the moonlight. 

Nilrem wasn't alone he realized, there was something by the pool. A slender, sexy shape was crouching at the edge of the sparkling water, dipping a large jug beneath the surface. The silhouette was that of a naked girl, her perky breasts and supple buttocks perfectly outlined by the shimmering water. Her hair looked spiky and shoulder-length, but more interesting was that from her hair seemed to sprout two cat-like ears, and from her arched lower-back wagged a long, black tail.

Nilrem's little four-inch stub sprang up to its full length, and he was practically drooling as he stared starry-eyed at the attractive fairy. This was it, he thought, this was the one he was going to catch. He shrugged off his cloths silently as he approached, but as quiet as he might have been, the fairy's cat-like ears still detected him. 

"You's there?" the cat-girl sprang up, the moonlight shining off the pale skin of her young breasts, highlighting the little nipples she had. Nubile and slender as she was, she was at least a head taller than Nilrem. "Show yourself! I'll cut you!"

"Got'cha!" The excited boy yelled, leaping naked through the air and grabbing her by the tail.

"What!?! What're you-" and then she inhaled deeply. "OUCH!"

Sparks and fire crackled from her tail, and although the flames didn't hurt Nilrem at all they did cause him to leap back in fear. The cat-girl ran in circles wagging her tail and cupping her perky butt, all the while yelling "OUCH! OUCH! OWIE! FUCK! OUCH!"

"H-hold still!" Nilrem yelled, suddenly concerned for her safety. "I'll get water?"

"Wait! No-" but she was too late trying to stop him. The cute young man grabbed the filled water-jug she had dropped and flung it over her entire body, soaking her from head to toe. 

The cat-girl just stood there a moment in stunned, shivering silence. The cold water made her naked body prickle, and her little nipples leapt up like erect pink towers. Her knees buckled and she started to wail a loud, pathetic whine. 

"I'm c-c-cooooolllldd," she sobbed and sniffled. 

"Don't worry!" The naked Nilrem said. "I have some clothes!" He grabbed his discarded shirt and pants and headed back over, but the moment he pressed the material against her naked body more sparks and electric bolts leapt from her body.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 02



"Ow-Ouch!" she whimpered. "Stop touching me, you little shithead! Just . . . just give me the clothes and back the fuck off!"

Embarrassed and guilty, Nilrem did so. He sat down naked on the grass as the slender girl stood up and quickly wiped down her lithe, nymph-like body with his shirt, and as soon as it was too damp to be useful she tossed it away and used his pants to dry her spiky black hair. As she lifted her arms above her head, her breasts rose and her back arched in a sexy pose that made it difficult for Nilrem to not touch his cock. 

She looked down at him with a little bit of curiosity and a lot of disgust. "What the fuck were you doing anyway? Why did you jump me like that?"

"I'm . . . I'm sorry," he said, barely holding back tears. "It's just . . . It's just that everyone in town has caught some kind of fairy or monster already, and I hate being the only person in the village without-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the girl stopped him. "You think I'm a fairy? Kid, do I look like a fucking fairy? Do I look like I prance around in the trees, worshipping the moon, and enjoy picking mushrooms?"

"Um . . . well . . ."

"I'm a demon, you little dweeb. I familiar spirit. I already have a master, and she's a powerful sorceress, so if you try any more funny stuff with my tail she's going to shoot a fireball up your ass so fast-"

"A sorceress!?" Nilrem interrupted. "A real one?"

"Uh . . . duh, yeah," the cat gave him a cocky look. "Never met a sorceress before? What backwater do you come from?"

Nilrem was so excited that he stood up and got close to her again, even though it caused her hair to stand on in. "It's just . . . It's just that there are no magicians of any kind in my village, they all moved shortly after I was born. There are lots of fairies and stuff though, but they all hate getting near me. I guess . . . I guess demons don't like being touched by me either," he said sadly. "But a real sorceress, wow. Can I . . . can I meet her?"

The cat-slut cocked her eyebrow and held her chin. She looked the naked boy over. He was cute with his petite body, sparkling blue eyes, and curly brown hair, but his cock was so short that the gods should have just made him a girl. But something about the little boy was interesting.

"There are no magicians in your village, you say?" the girl asked. "And the ones that once lived there all moved when you were born?"

The boy nodded. 

"And the fairies won't go anywhere near you?"

He nodded. 

"And my tail caught fire the second you touched it?"

He nodded. 

"Hmm . . . could it be . . . are you . . .," she bit her lip as she looked him over once more, but whatever thought she was having kept getting distracted by just how obviously miniscule his little pussy-pecker was. How could any man of any worth in any way have such a pitifully small dick?

The girl snapped her fingers. "Okay. You can come."

Nilrem almost cried and he dove in for a hug. "Oh thank you-"

She leapt out of the way. "But you CAN'T touch me. And I mean, like, EVER. Alright?"

He smiled and blushed, backing off. "Right. Sorry."

"And you have to carry that big jug of water back to my Mistress. She's held up in a cave near here."

"Awesome!" Nilrem eagerly refilled the jug and carried it after the swaying cat-girl as she led him back into the woods, her perfect ass glowing in the moonlight. The jug was heavy but he felt capable of carrying it a thousand miles. Maybe this sorceress could help him get laid. They were good for that sort of thing, he hoped.

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As the sun rose it's warm light illuminated the tall mountain peaks that ringed the lazy village of Morningwoods, it sparkled across the lake and the rivers, and it made the haunted forest a little less dark. From every quaint cabin and house emerged the virile inhabitants, most still a little woozy from a hard night's worth of sex, but nevertheless they set about their tasks. Perky little Daisy (the one Nilrem had so hopelessly admired) went to work at the candy-shop, although most of the boys she flirted with were more interested in the sweets she had under her skirt. The mayor struggled to his office in a hangover, his house still a mess from last night's orgy. Morgan, the sister of little Nilrem, didn't even notice he was missing as she groggily went to work at the dairy farm, where she put her slutty skills to work churning the best butter in the province. 

Morgan sat at her bench, fervently stroking her butter-churner up and down, her sweat-soaked dress slipping off her shoulders, her perky breasts bouncing free, completely unaware that someone up in the hills was watching her. 

Over a mile from where Morgan at stroking and bouncing, a bandit was perched atop a dead tree holding a spyglass. As he watched the sexy maiden making her butter it was impossible for him to not reach into his pants and do the same, and he began to tug at his big, dirty cock in time with her butter-churning.

"Flacon-Jack!" a deep, monstrous voice called from below. "What the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be scouting the village's defenses, not peeping on their whores."

"They ain't got no defenses, just some fat, lazy guards and one rundown tower," the spy responded, never letting go of his cock.

"Damn it, Jack, get your ass down here before I knock this tree down. You can enjoy the woman all you want when we plunder the village and rape them!"

Falcon-Jack realized his boss was right and put his big cock away. "Sorry boss." The spy swung down and joined his bandit clan, a group of some of the meanest, nastiest, dirtiest rapscallions ever assembled. 

Falcon-Jack was probably the most handsome of them, with his spiky grey hair, clear blue eyes, and chiseled physique, but when most of the woman you met were the victims of your plunder and rape it didn't really matter what you looked like. All the bandits were human, except for the boss who had been yelling at him. The boss, Big Chode, was an orc. He was a seven foot tall mountain of green muscle, strong enough to run right through a brick wall without slowing down, or knock down a tree with a single swing of his giant axe. He ate an entire cow every day, dropped shits that weighed more than a man, and could easily fuck a dozen girls before being satisfied. He was, in the eyes of the bandits at least, the most awesome guy to ever live, but bandits had a rather fucked up outlook. 

"Alright boys," Big Chode began. "Them's easy pickings down there, so don't fuck it up. Remember, we split up into four teams. Team One comes from the North, and burns down the mayor's house and kills his guards. Team Two takes the West, an rounds up as much of them tasty looking cows as possible. Team Three-"

"Excuse me," a clear, feminine voice cut in.

"Don't interrupt!" Big Chode growled. "Team Three comes from the East, and you boys gotta snatch as much fresh pussy as you can. I'm getting bored of the whores we kidnapped last month. Now, Team Four-"

"Excuse me Mister Orc," the woman cut in again.

"Stop interrupting me, goddamnit," Big Chode growled again. "Now where was I. Right. Team Four-"

"Excuse me Mister Orc, I'm sorry for interrupting, but I'm lost."

"God-fucking-damnit! Who the fuck is interrupting . . . whoa!"

Big Chode finally bothered to realize that it was a woman interrupting him, and yet there were not woman in his band of thieves. He turned around to see a beautiful, busty, and scantily dressed woman who was perhaps 30 years old. She was tall, for a human, being about six feet, and her limbs and torso seemed especially slender, but her breasts were like two bronzed melons attached to her chest. The robes she wore were blood red and clung to her body as if they were wet, and a deep v-cut in the neckline descended all the way to her toned stomach. Her hair was silver, silky and long, but at the moment it was all tied up into a decorative braid that wrapped around her head in a bun. Her cheekbones were high and aristocratic, her lips were puffy and lewd, and her eyes were strangely purple and heavily lidded, as if she had just woken up from a night of lusty lovemaking.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your little meeting," the woman said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was staring down a horde of randy rapists. "But I really must ask if you've seen someone."

Big Chode's huge, fang-filled jaw was hanging down to his collar-bone. "Whaaaa?"

"I'm looking for a woman you see. About my height, large breasts like mine, full lips perfect for sucking cock, long reddish brown hair, incredibly ass, and usually travels with a black cat. Have you seen her?"

Big Chode was still flabbergasted, so Falcon-Jack spoke up. "Sweetheart, if we had seen a woman as tantalizing as you've just described, we'd all be raping her to death right now. Just as we are about to do to you."

The men cheered and Big Chode finally snapped awake. "That's right! Those melons of yours are about to become my snack, you stupid bitch!"

The woman stared in stupid disbelief as Big Chode's giant hands sprang out and grabbed her robe by the neckline. With one titanic pull he shredded the dress from her body, leaving her completely naked except for a few pieces of gold jewelry. She had not been wearing any underwear at all. The men all gasped loudly when they saw her naked form. She was perfect. Her skin was flawless and tanned the color of gold, her golden-pink nipples stood out with puffy erectness, and her tight, welcoming pussy was neatly trimmed with a tuff of silver hair. They all got a good view because the dumb bitch wasn't even trying to cover herself or run away. She just stood there.

Big Chode leaned down and got his face close to hers. His head was easily as big as her entire chest. He breathed in and sniffed her, his breathes so strong that his exhales actually caused her breasts to jiggle. 

"You smell good, bitch," Big Chode mocked. He stuck out his huge, purple tongue, and licked her body, all the way from her left breast up to her face, leaving a thick trail of saliva that dripped from her lips to her nipple.

She wrinkled her perfect nose in disgust. "You don't."

Big Chode growled. His open palm slapped her across the face and sent her to the ground where her naked body skidded through the dirt. She moaned and rolled unto her chest, her large breasts pillowing her whole body. Her curvy ass stuck straight up as her legs pulled open for more balance, revealing to them all her beautiful, delicious pussy. Her slender hand came up, but instead of patting her bruised face, she pulled at one of her juicy butt-cheeks, moaning softly and prying it open, almost as if she were welcoming in whatever big, aggressive cock was close enough and aggressive enough to take the hint. 

Big Chode's pants exploded as two feet of thick, vein-covered, pulsing, green shafted, purple headed, cum-dripping cock erupted into a full erection. His raging crotch-dragon sucked so much blood from his body that the big orc almost feinted, but although he remained standing whatever conscious mind he had was gone. He lost his power of speech, of critical thinking, and of self-control. He was reduced to the state his race had once been: a mindless machine of rape and violence. 

One of the men approached the slobbering orc. "Boss, are you alright? you seem a little-"

Big Chode swung his boulder of a fist and took of the man's head like a dandelion, blood and brains splattering everywhere. 

The men retreated in shock as Big Chode grabbed the titillating woman by her slender waist, effortlessly lifted her body from the ground, and her brought her pliable pussy to the head of his rock-crushing cock. His monstrous phallus was pulsing so thickly that it's girth almost seemed to match that of her entire abdomen, but for some reason the hapless bimbo didn't seem afraid. She was, if anything, a little giddy. 

"Oh my," she smiled and gasped. "I do love the bigger ones. Don't be shy sweetie, you can-AAAAAGGHHH!!!"

There was no attempt at foreplay. Big Chode's simple, simian mind could only understand one concept, and that was rape. He plunged all two feet of his battering-ram deep into the woman's bowels, the impression of his cock causing a lewd bulge in her stomach. By all rights she should have exploded; her womb should have been pushed out her mouth, but somehow her body took it. Even more terrifying to the terrified bandits, was that fact that she seemed to be enjoying it. 

The woman's face went slack with a mind-broken glaze as her tear-filled purple eyes rolled back into her skull, and her long pink tongue wagged out like that of a dying bitch. She screamed at first, but soon her lungs didn't even have the room to manage that much air, and she was reduced to quick, pathetic little gasps and whimpers, but instead of being from pain she quivered and jiggled in a state of orgasmic epilepsy.

Big Chode fucked her like he was trying to murder her, his thrusts and gyrations violent and hateful. He was trying to rip her open, he wanted to gut her with his cock, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he dished it out she took it all and wanted more. Her pussy dripped with cunt-honey slicker than any lubricant on earth, and somehow her body did not seem to be made of bones and flesh, but was really just one huge pussy in the shape of a woman. Soon she wasn't just gasping any more, she was talking, and she was mocking him. 

"C'mon you little bitch! Harder! More, more, more," she mindlessly gasped. "Harder, harder, deeper, deeper, kill it, kill it . . . fuck, fuck, fu-AAAAAAAGHH!!!"

She came. Waterfalls of cum spraying from her overstuffed pussy and soaking the ground below. Big Chode was coming too, his roar so earth-shatteringly loud that the entire village must have heard it, but they would have thought it was thunder. As he came, his cantaloupe-sized testicles pumped so loudly that they were like a second and a third heartbeat, and his flood of sticky, hot semen filled her gut so quickly the she started to grow. Her toned, athletic stomach quickly inflated into a pregnant balloon, reaching the point of near-popping within seconds. 

She wailed hysterically as her body started to slide off his cock, and then she launched off like a rocket, flinging her through the air, and dropping on the dirt with a wet splat, entire pitcher-fulls of semen pouring from her broken pussy, her labia stretched so wide that a man could have stuck his entire head inside with room to spare. 

Big Chode fell down as his cock continued to erupt like a sticky geyser, but his mind quickly came back as his boiling blood began to settle. 

"Holy . . . holy fucking-shit-cocksucking-whore," he gasped. "You . . . you should be dead. No human could have survived that."

The cum-plastered bitch had an expression of total oblivion on her lovely face, but her senses quickly recovered as well, and she wobbled back to her feet. Her body was quickly retaking its original firm shape, but she continued to quiver erotically as her insides gushed out every drop of seed Chode had saturated her with. She turned to the bandits, her beautiful face smiling coyly, evilly. 

"I'm still horny boys."

"Demon! Witch!," the men yelled.

"Get her!" Chode yelled, his voice quivering with fear for the first time in his life. "Kill her!"

Dozens of men charged forward, swords swinging and axes flying, but as they neared the busty demoness they dropped their weapons, and instead took up the swords they had been born with. Driven by maddening, magical lust, they piled on to her, groping and penetrating any part of her body that they could. There were over forty hard, experienced cocks attacking her, over eighty cum-packed testicles boiling over with bestial need, and yet it was still all over so quickly. 

The silver haired woman rose from the graveyard of softening penises like a pornographic phoenix, dripping with cum from her every sensual curve but still hungry for more. She walked over the men's gasping bodies on two rubbery legs, moaning eagerly for more. 

"One is . . . one is missing," she almost cried. "That one with the spiky grey hair and the blue eyes. I was going to save his soul for last. I can't face Nadia on an empty stomach."

She came to Big Chode, whose cock was now flopping back and forth as he pissed himself. 

"What are-"

But his words were silenced as razor-sharp claws slashed his throat open to the bone.

Falcon-Jack did not see his boss die, but he knew Big Chode was dead, and he ran as fast as he could to the village of Morningwoods, not for rape and plunder but for sanctuary.

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Pussy-Pocket led the naked little Nilrem to a large rabbit hole in the side of a grassy hill. He had been carrying the heavy water-jug so far that he was now gasping for breath and was quite sticky with sweat. His curly brown hair clung to his forehead in dark little threads, and his smooth chest glistened so much it almost made him like muscular. 

"In here," Pussy-pocket said, pointing towards the hole. "And don't spill a drop of that water."

The sexy cat-girl knelt down on all fours and crawled into the hole, her curvy ass swaying with her seductive, natural grace. The muscles of her buttocks framed her plump vagina like a little pink mouth puckering for a kiss, and it physically hurt the horny petite boy to not learn in for a taste.

"No touching," she said, sensing his eyes burning a hole through her ass. 

She quickly slithered away, but Nilrem had a harder time of it. The hole was just big enough for him to sit down in and keep the jug upright, so he had to scoot his little butt along the soft dirt as he carefully dragged the vessel behind him. True to the demon's demands, he didn't spill a drop, fearful that she'd do something terrible to him, or worse, that she would think him even more pathetic than she already did. 

Finally, at the end of the tunnel, Nilrem came into a large hollow, almost as big as his house. Small gaps in the root-covered ceiling let in bright spears of sunlight, and the hollow was otherwise lit by a comfy fire burning in an ashy bit. Pussy-pocket was already at the far end of the hollow, laying on her side and purring loudly, her tail wagging wildly. A slender, feminine hand was sliding between the demon's legs, gentle tickling her succulent sex-kitten. 

Then Nilrem saw the woman the hand belonged to, and his still erect four-inch penis nearly started to spurt at the mere sight of her. The woman was tall, long, and slender, her neck and waistline swooping like the neck of a swan. Her breasts were gigantic though, thrusting from her chest like plump, ripe melons, which stood out with impossibly firmness and youth. Her long legs were spread lewdly open, offering a his eyes a feast of vaginal perfection; pink lips and peachy mounds dripping with sweat honey. Hey face was angular but soft, her lips puffy and full, and green eyes sparkling with sexual animus. Her long, reddish brown hair fell around her body like a veil, the ends curling near her waist. She was leaning naked against a pile of pillows and blankets, her milky skin glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

She smiled, moaning with a voice like audible chocolate. "How silly. Pussy-pocket has brought me a naked little mouse with the water I need for my tea. Pussy, do you expect me to devour this little snack? You know I like . . ." her green eyes fell to his small penis, ". . . more 'filling' meals."

The demon slid her naked body up against the taller, busty woman's, their breasts softly pressing together, and she whispered into the woman's ear. The beauty laughed softly at first, then giggled, and then her enticing lips formed a suggestive circle as her eyes opened in shock.

"Really?" she gasped in awe, as if the demon told her Nilrem was really hiding a twelve-inch penis somewhere. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 02



The demon nodded and then kissed her mistress's cheek. The woman turned to naked little Nilrem, biting her lip seductively as a hungry, naughty look came over her face. She raised her hand, and suddenly a small ball of fire was in her palm. 

"Burn," she whispered, and a gout of flame like a dragon's vomit flew from her hand, enveloping the naked boy and turning the hollow into an oven. 

Nilrem screamed, feeling the heat roast his skin and cook his organs, but as the flames died away he looked at his flailing arms and saw that they were still wholly unburned. He cupped in genitals and saw that they hadn't been burned away either. They were hot, but they were still there.     

"Freeze," the woman said, and suddenly a arctic blast of freezing wind filled the room, whipping around his body and solidifying his blood. He could feel his penis and pebbles almost recede into his body as he shivered to death, but then the cold was suddenly gone. He warmed back up, his skin still peachy fresh and not cracked by frostbite, and although his cock was littler shorter than before, it was still there. 

"What . . . why . . .-"

"Dispelling magic," the sorceress said with awe, her face wide with wonderment.

"Miss Sorceress, please," Nilrem begged, cupping his small package and shivering in fear. "Please stop playing tricks on me. I . . . I'm scared."

She laughed loudly and merrily, causing her perfect breasts to bounce slightly. "Those weren't tricks, cutie. That flame spell was powerful enough to reduce an armored knight to a pile of red-hot liquid steel, and that freezing spell should have caused you to crack like an ice-cube."

"You . . . you tried to kill me?"

She laughed again, and she had to hug her breasts to stop them from bouncing so much. "No . . . haha . . . no, no, no. Baby, I could feel your dispelling magic before you even crawled in here. I knew you'd be fine." She lied.

"Dis-dispelling magic? I'm sorry Miss, but . . . I'm not gifted that way. I'm just a normal kid. No one in my village has magic."

She wagged her long finger at him. "No one has magic in your village because you are there, cutie. I bet most wizards couldn't even get their dicks hard within a mile of you."

"What . . . but . . . I don't-"

"And my little sex-kitten here says her tail caught fire the moment you touched her, right. I bet the same thing happens when you touch a fairy or a spook, right?"

Nilrem nodded his head. This was the first time someone understood his predicament. This was the first time someone gave a reason for the way he was. 

"Listen, boy. There are many kinds of magic in this world. White magic, black magic, sex magic (my personal favorite), demon magic, divine magic . . . but the rarest of all is something called dispelling magic, or anti-magic. That kind of magic can really only do one thing, and that is nullify all other forms of magic. Dispels are usually very rare, and very weak, but it seems in that your cute little butt was born with so much of it you can cancel out my most powerful destruction spells."

Nilrem absently massaged his genitals as he considered this. "So . . . so if I touched a fairy for too long . . . like . . . sex . . . would it kill her?"

The woman looked a little sad for him. "Yes. Probably. Your semen would be especially deadly to anything magical. Your sexual energy is probably where your magic is most concentrated."

Nilrem's selfish, horny little dreams of catching a fairy of his very own were all dashed. Tears came to his eyes when he realized that he would never fuck a fairy pussy, or likely any pussy at all that didn't belong to a paid prostitute.

The woman sensed his sadness and she leaned forward, almost crawling toward him like a hungry slut. "Don't cry sweetie. Your power is a gift."

"No it isn't," he cried. "It's going to make me a virgin forever."

She almost giggled. "Actually, I think you're about to get the best fucking of your life, little stud."

Nilrem looked at her and his cock was instantly hard again. She was staring him down like a cum-hungry cougar, her eyes heavy and heated, her lips slightly parted as she huffed. Her large breasts heaved slowly, like the bellows of a sexual furnace. The heat coming from her body was intense, and the fact that he could feel it meant that it was natural, not magical.

"I need your help," she said gravely.

He just stared into her deep, green eyes. 

"I'm being hunted. An evil, jealous sorceress has been stalking me for almost a month. Her magic is almost, ALMOST as powerful as mine, but I'm tired and weak. Sexual energy powers my magic, and because I've been on the run I haven't gotten a proper fucking in weeks. If I run into her again, she'll kill me."

Nilrem's heart pounded in his chest. He understood what she was going to ask of him, and that responsibility made him feel more manly than he had ever felt before. No one had ever trusted him or needed him for something like this 

"Your power, it can tip the scale in my favor. Your touch would weaken her, sap her dry like a pond under a hot sun. Help me defeat her, and I promise . . . I . . . will . . . fuck . . . your . . . brains . . . out."

Nilrem's little penis was spurting cum before he even realized it. Little ropes of semen shot across the ground, and although he didn't notice her move, the sorceress leaned away so none of it could touch her. His knees shook and he whimpered erotically as the sudden impact of his orgasm quivered through him. He felt so good that he wasn't even embarrassed that he had just popped in front of this gorgeous goddess without so much as being touched.   

"Yes," he gasped. "I'll help you."

"Good," she smiled, licking her lips slowly. "Now go wait outside. I've summoned a set of clothes for you to put on. You'll find them hanging from the branch of the nearest willow tree. I'll be out shortly, and we'll go someplace more accommodating. Say . . . your house?"

Nilrem nodded blankly, his cock already hardening again.

"Fantastic. So . . . what's your name stud?"

"Nilrem."

"Nice to meet you Nilrem. My name is Nadia Méchant, but you can call me anything you want when you fucking me later." She winked at him. "I answer to Mistress, Queen, Whore, Slut, Fuck-bag, Cock-cushion, and Cum-dump. I've been called it all. Now go crawl outside and get dressed." 

Nilrem happily agreed and almost tripped over himself crawling out the hole, his little butt shaking happily as he went. This was the turning point of his whole life, he just knew, and this beautiful sorceress was going to make him a man.

Once the young man was gone Nadia grabbed Pussy-pocket by the back of her head and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. "Pussy, you amazing little bitch. You just found me the secret weapon I need to finally kill Vivienne."

The cheeky demon chuckled happily from her Mistress's electric kiss. "You're welcome my queen. But . . . won't Vivienne probably kill Neville, or Neal or whatever his name is, also?"

Nadia shrugged, palming her personal slut between her legs. "Well you saw that little boy-clit he had. It's no BIG loss if he does die."

The women laughed at Nadia's pun, and then they eagerly began to kiss each other again, working one last quick orgasm from the other before even bothering to get dressed. Neville, or Neal, or whatever his name was, could wait. 

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"Holy shit! Is that Nilrem?"

"What's he doing with such beautiful women?"

"They must be whores."

"Impossible! The cat-girl maybe, but that woman is a GODDESS!"

"And where would he get the coin? His sister churns a lot of butter, but even she doesn't churn THAT much butter."

"I'd like her to churn MY butter."

The village people gossiped and prattled as the newly clothed Nilrem shyly lead Nadia and Pussy-pocket to his house. All eyes were on Nadia of course, who strutted through town in a sheer, almost totally transparent green dress decorated with opaque green floral designs strategically placed to cover her nipples, pussy, and most of her ass, although it was pretty obvious from her swaggering confidence that she would have been perfectly comfortable walking down the main street with nothing but a smile on. Pussy-Pocket was still as naked as a jaybird, but something about a naked spirit (however sexy and lithe) couldn't draw much attention away from the auburn haired enchantress.

As the unlikely party came to his front gate they were greeted by the sight of a young, perky butt wiggling up at them. Nilrem's sister Morgan was home from her day of work at the dairy farm, and she was busy tending to the garden. She had changed into a dirty little top that was so small it was practically a bikini, and her tiny shorts had already risen up her peachy buttocks, making a sort of frilly thong that molded to the swollen mound of her vagina. Her messy brown hair was tied back, and out of her peripheral vision she saw her brother.

"Nilrem. Glad you're home. What do you want for dinner? We can eat . . .," and then she saw Nadia, ". . . me."

A moment of intense, almost physical sexual tension rippled between Morgan and Nadia. The enchantress stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth and bit on it, trying to hold back a suggestive smile as she happily noted what a tasty little sex-snack Nilrem's sister was, while slender Morgan began to breath heavily and her nipples poked through the sweat-stained material of her dirty white top. The sorceress was over a head taller than Morgan, and her mammoth mammaries made Moragn's b-cups look almost prepubescent. Something about the way Nadia looked down at Morgan, simply the way she smiled at her, was already establishing a very firm sense of dominance. Her green eyes sparkled with authority, almost screaming "you are going to be MY bitch." 

Nilrem felt extremely awkward so he broke the heated silence. "Um . . . Morgan, this is Nadia. She's going to be staying with us tonight, if that's alright with you. Nadia, this is my sister Morgan."

Nadia stepped up smiling, her breasts jiggling with a little extra jelly. "Nilrem didn't tell me he had such a lovely sister. You don't mind of course, having me . . . sleep, here tonight." Her hand landed on the side of Morgan's bare waist, slowly sliding up, and then down, pushing her tiny shorts down a little so that the top of her vaginal mound peeked out.

Morgan had a dark spot forming between her legs. "Na-na-na . . . of course."

At that moment the front door swung open and Howler stepped out of the house. He was looking a little more human than usual, but his grey, triangular ears were sill that of a wolf, his eyes were still golden yellow, he still had a grey furry tail, and his cock was still knotted. Howler was chugging the last drops of a mug of beer, totally naked and reeking of sexual musk. It was obvious he hadn't done anything today but fuck Morgan, sleep in, and maybe jerk off a little. When the werewolf saw Pussy-pocket his knotted cock twitched and a low growl hummed in his throat. 

"Well, well," he smirked. "Who dragged in this slutty pussy-cat?"

Pussy-pocket's red eyes looked him in the face, but her gaze slowly slithered downward, to his broad shoulders, his bulging pectorals, his hairy chest, his defined abdominals, and finally to his big, thick, pulsing, knotted dick. A happy, dazed, coy smile crept onto her usually disinterested face. 

"Hey puppy," she huffed, never taking her eyes of his penis. "Planning on burying that big bone anywhere special?"

"I . . . oh boy . . . I really should take a bath," Morgan was saying, blushing slightly when she realized how covered in dirt and glistening with sweat she was. Her tiny white top was so soaked that her pink nipples almost came through, making dark little rings. 

"Wonderful. I'd love one," Nadia clapped. "Let's all go take a bath together."

#####

The water was so hot that it caused Nilrem to mewl a little. He was sitting on a stool in the house's bathroom, naked, as his sister poured a bucket of nearly scalding water over his head.

"Stop being such a baby. The hotter the better," Morgan said. She was naked as well, and her peachy skin gleamed with a sheen of soapy luster. Nilrem and his sister always bathed together (except when she had 'company') so there was nothing weird about that, but Morgan seemed much more distracted than usual. Nadia's presence in the house was clearly flustering her, and she was taking care to appear more feminine than she usually did, although the sorceress was still upstairs changing out of her transparent green robe. 

Morgan scrubbed her brother's back for a while, and then paced about the steamy room as if looking for something, but her dazed expression was without direction. She was just waiting for Nadia. Nilrem couldn't help but notice that her hands kept prodding at her pussy which was so swollen that it looked like it had been stung by a dozen bees.

His horny sister wasn't the only thing frustrating Nilrem. At the other end of the bathroom, furthest from the stone tub, were Howler and Pussy-pocket. Dogs and cats did not bathe as humans did, but preferred to clean themselves with their tongues, which was what howler was doing to his new little kitten. 

Pussy-pocket was on her hands and knees, her face resting on the stone floor, and her ass sticking way up. Howler's strong hands were holding on to her slender waist as he greedily licked her crotch with big, forceful swipes of his tongue, causing poor little Pussy to shiver with pleasure. She was biting her lip and almost crying from the overwhelming sensation of being cleaned so thoroughly.

"Stop squirming, you little slut," Howler growled, raising his hand smacking it against Pussy's right ass-cheek. She whimpered in erotic shock and started to squirm even more. 



"You've been cleaning that spot for forever," Pussy-pocket whined. 

"Can't be helped. Dirty little girls like you take a long time to clean." He stuck out his long tongue and gave her a huge lick, starting at the clitoral-fold at the top of her vagina, and ending with his tongue going all the way up the cleavage of her ass. Tears fell from the corners of her squinted eyes as she gasped in ravishment. She was squirming more than ever now. 

The door to the bathroom opened and in stepped Nadia, her beautiful auburn hair tied into a long braid that hung down her left shoulder, and her voluptuous body barely covered by a small white towel. She walked into the steamy room and moaned softly as the warmth stimulated her flawless skin. She let the towel slip to the floor, and with it fell Morgan's jaw. Nilrem had seen her naked before, but that did nothing to prepare him for seeing her again. His penis got so hard that he could have sworn it almost reached five inches, which was still nothing compared to the thick ten-incher that Howler had. Nilrem shyly covered his penis with a washcloth. 

"Mmmm, this feels so delicious," Nadia cooed, fondling her massive, rounded breasts. "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten my favorite bathing oil. Morgan, be a dear and go fetch it for me. It should be right where I left my dress . . . in your bedroom . . . next to your dirty panties." 

Morgan was so enraptured by the sight of Nadia that she didn't seem to hear the enchantress's request, but after a beat she snapped awake. "Ye-Yes! Be right back." She clumsily stumbled out of the room, her pussy so swollen that it actually made it hard for her to walk. 

Nadia smiled smugly as the door closed behind Morgan's glimmering ass, and she strutted right past Nilrem as if he wasn't even there. She dipped one long leg into the scalding hot water and moaned with relish at the heat. Nadia liked it hot. She stepped into the large stone tub and slowly slid down, her long legs arching out the sides and her buoyant breasts rising above the surface.

Nilrem was distracted by the sounds of moaning and sucking from behind him. He looked around to see that Pussy-pocket and Howler had changed places. He was now sitting on his ass, leaning against the wall with his legs spread, and his ripped chest rising with deep breathes. Pussy-pocket was lying on the floor between his legs, with her face sticking right into his heavy ballsack, kissing and licking the underside of his penis and sucking on the salty, leathery skin of his scrotum. She was really getting into it, judging by the way she was moaning softly and wiggling her ass. Howler's strong hand cupped the back of her head and pushed her in a little deeper, smothering her with his balls. He looked right into Nilrem's eyes with a cocky smile, as if saying "what about you, faggot?"

He looked back to Nadia resting in the bath, enveloped by steam and gently fondling her plump melons. Now was the moment, Nilrem decided. No more pussy-footing around. Time to man up and stop being such a wimp. He got up from his stool and stood over Nadia's head, his four-inch peeper hovering directly above her face. Her green eyes widened at first, her puckered moth making a little circle, but then she smiled dismissively at him.

"Something you want, cutie?" she asked with a condescending tone, as if really saying 'get that little thing out of my face, kid.' 

"Suck it," he said, his voice wavering only a little. 

"Suck . . . what? That thing?" She looked surprised, as if just realizing his little four-inch crotch-bump was technically a penis, even if he was about five inches short from what her warped mind considered 'average.' 

"That was the deal. I'm going to help you against this sorceress stalking you, and you're going to have sex with me. Well I want a down payment right now."

"I . . . well . . .," Nadia's green eyes darted around the steamy room. "But cutie, If you touch me I won't be able to use my magic. I'll be vulnerable. What if we get attacked right now?"

Nilrem suddenly felt encouraged. "What if we do, and I DON'T decide to help you? What if you get attacked tomorrow and I'm not with you? What if you get attacked a week from now, and I'm miles away? If you want me to stay, then you have to keep me interested. So . . . suck . . . my . . . cock."   

Her face looked stunned, as if she had just been slapped, but her big puffy ring of a mouth quickly curved into a coy smile. She was actually a little impressed with the kid. He wasn't as much of a pathetic pushover pussy as she thought. 

"Alright, stud. Alright." She leaned up from the bath, causing a flood of water to loudly pour from the deep cleavage of her breasts. "But no cumming in me. There's no telling how your semen would affect my magic."

Her hot, wet hand came up from the water and cupped his testicles, instantly making him quiver and his knees wobble. Her other hand came up and one of her long, slender fingers gently prodded at the puckered ring of his anus. Nilrem hadn't been expecting that. He had never even considered that ass-play could be part of a blowjob. It was when Nadia's mouth closed around his cock though that he really lost it, and Nilrem was transported to another world; a wet, hot, writhing world of lascivious, lethargic lust. As her serpentine tongue spiraled around his little shaft, and her talented lips suckered down on his pink cockhead his brain began to fry in his skull. He was no longer in the bathroom of his house. He was in heaven. 

Nadia on the other hand was doing her best just to stay engaged. This was the worst, most boring blowjob she had ever given, and Nadia was a woman who usually LOVED sucking cock. She loved the struggle, the feeling of her throat being forcefully expanded, and her tonsils being slapped around like a punching bag. She loved the fear and rush of gagging and choking. She loved the salty taste of genital musk and thick cum. Nilrem's infantile baby-maker offered her none of that. She couldn't even suck him properly. His shaft was too short to rock back and forth on, so she just had to suck on it like a small, flavorless piece of candy.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 02



"Can I . . . can I," his voice quivered with so much pleasure that he could barely speak. "Can I put it your pussy?"

Nadia groaned. "Whatever."

She crawled out of the tub, her curvaceous body causing a tidal wave of hot water to pour onto the stone floor and rush down the drain. She sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide open by habit, normally needing to strain herself to accommodate a larger man's waist. Her pussy was a welcoming, vertical pink smile. She smiled weakly and did her best to seem aroused, but Nadia was not half the actress that she was the slut. 

"C'mon stud," she said. "Come and get it."

Nilrem was almost crying as he strained his hips outward so his penis could reach her tight, dripping pussy, but the instant his thumb-sized cockhead piked against the hot folds of her vulva, something electric and shocking fizzled between them. 

. . .fffffFFFFFFIIIIIiiizzzzzllleee . . .

Nadia's pussy opened to welcome him, but even after his four inches easily slipped in, the soft lips continued to widen. The wet walls of her love-canal stretched out, and her warm, pink flesh retreated. Nilrem was standing on his tippy-toes, holding on to her curvy hips, his face buried between her pillowing breasts, and although he was impaling himself so deeply into her cunt that his testicles were inside, her couldn't feel more than one side at once. He wiggled his cock back and forth but barely made an impact. He simply wasn't even half as thick enough as needed to fill her. It was like dropping a carrot down a well.

"What . . . what happened?" he asked. 

She groaned. "I was afraid this was going to happen with you."

"Wha-what?" He kept humping her, pathetically grinding his little twig against the side of her honeycomb.

"Your dispelling-magic. It . . . well . . . it's undoing the magic I used to keep myself . . . tight."

He just looked up at her with big, sad, puppy eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," she blushed. "I've been fucking cocks as big as your arm since I was old enough to cast a decent elasticity spell. A war-band of orcs ran a train on me when I was 19-fucking-years-old, for fuck's-sake. I have literally been fucked by a dragon. Do you know how big a dragon's cock is? Any normal woman would be worn out by now."

"I . . . you're . . . you're so fucking loose." He kept humping her, even though he was basically just rubbing up against the side of her pussy.

She grit her teeth and snarled a little. "I'm not THAT loose! A decent nine-incher would still be able fuck me."  

But little Nilrem didn't have a big nine-inch pussy-stretcher, all he had was his four-inch nub, and he was using it to hump her wet fuck-cave like he was trying to mine for gold. His little buttocks pumped with a furry, his toes skidding backwards along the wet floor. He breathed her in and was overwhelmed by her spicy, fragrant scent. His head fell into her breasts and was lost in her generous cleavage. He started to whimper as an incessant tingling started to tickle his penis. 

He was drooling on her breasts. "I think . . . I think . . . oh, oh, mmm."

"Oh my goddess, are you cumming? Already?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow in surprise. She had barely felt a thing from him. She hadn't even realized that he was humping her with the speed of a humming bird. 

"Na . . . na . . . mmmmnnnaa . . ."

"Holy shit. You are, aren't you?"

"Na-Na-Nadia! I can't-"

"Well don't squirt inside me you loser! Pull out!" She lifted one of her slender feet and kicked him right in the chest, pushing him away just in time. His pinky-pepper just started to squirt its load as he slid out of her cavernous cunt, and it decorated her breasts and stomach with long strands of surprisingly sticky spunk. He fell on his ass, still cumming, semen landing across his own chest and tummy. 

Nadia bit her lip and shivered. She could feel the potent anti-magic in his seed sapping her power away. She snapped her fingers together, attempting to summon a simple spark spell, but nothing came. She looked down at her heaving breasts and toned abs, frowning unhappily at that peculiarly large amount of cum decorating her. 

Nilrem blushed a deep red. He had never felt so embarrassed.

The door opened and his sister Morgan finally returned, still stark naked and holding a small glass vile of massage oil as if it were a sacred relic. She looked around the room and saw her brother sitting on the floor while the seductive Nadia was perched on the edge of the tub, both of them covered in sticky strands of semen. 

"What happened-"

But before Morgan could even finish her question Nilrem jumped up and ran past her, sprinting out of the bathroom with tear-filled eyes. Morgan briefly thought about running after her brother, but then a suggestive look from Nadia's heavy eyes caught her attention. 

"Your brother just made a mess on me," she said, playing with a strand of semen between her fingers. "Why don't you crawl over here and clean it up."

#####

Nilrem sulked through the darkened streets of Morningwoods as the sun began to fall over the jagged mountains to the West, kicking an empty can as he went. He had gotten dressed so quickly that he hadn't even bothered to wipe all the cum plastering his chest away, so his shirt and pants were sticking to his skin uncomfortable and he stank of salty, noxious boy-sex.

The streets were thinning of its population as the horny villagers retreated to the warm beds and sweltering sex-dens, and already the gentle giggling of foreplay echoed through the avenue like a mocking ghost. 

Nilrem tried to avoid the happy sounds by taking a detour down an alley, and without looking he bumped into something hard and warm. He fell to his butt and looked up. It was Mooros, the biggest, blackest, and most virile stud in town. 

"Sorry Mooros," Nilrem said, rubbing his head. "I didn't see you there. I was just-"

But then Nilrem noticed that something was wrong. Mooros was naked. More than that, Mooros was naked and dripping with sweat. The look on his face was vacant and stupid, his thick jaw hanging loose as his mouth gaped open. His gigantic foot-long cock was limp and wrinkled, as if it had just been bled dry by a mass of leeches. Although it took a moment for Nilrem's impact to really take effect, Mooros began to tip over, and he feel to his back with a heavy thud. 

Nilrem saw that Mooros wasn't the only one. Then alley reeked of copulation, and it was crowded with the heaving, exhausted bodies of naked men, all of them sapped of their strength. And then, like a beacon of sexual energy, standing amongst them was terrifyingly arousing woman, the physical twin of Nadia Méchant except that her braided hair was silver and her eyes unnaturally purple. Her slender arm was holding a man by his neck, lifting him several feet off the ground as if he weighed nothing at all. Nilrem didn't recognize the man. He had spiky grey hair and blue eyes. Hanging from his belt was a sword and a spyglass. 

The breathtakingly erotic woman breathed in, her huge breasts swelling tremendously, and something ethereal started to drain from the man's mouth and eyes, whisking through the air and down the woman's puckered mouth. The man shriveled like a raisin, his face becoming like a skull, as the life was drained from him. The woman dropped him, and his body disintegrated into dust as it struck the ground. She licked her lips and ran her hands over her tremendous chest, moaning with deep, gluttonous satisfaction. 

"Falcon-Jack, you were delicious," she said to herself. "Why is it that the more sex a man has had, the more savory his soul?" The woman licked he fingers clean, her eyes glowing purple, and then she saw Nilrem for the first time. "Run along little boy. I have no appetite for virgins like you."

Nilrem was on his ass, scooting along the ground like a crab. He couldn't bring himself to stand. 

"Wait!" her voice cracked like a whip. "I do smell pussy on you. Fresh pussy. Wet pussy. Delicious, magical, enchanted pussy." She sniffed the air. "You smell . . . you smell just like Nadia Méchant!"

Nilrem got to his feet and started to run, bolting from the alley just in time to see two giant, wickedly curved, black wings sprout from the naked woman's back. Nilrem sprinted for home, running faster than he ever had before, but he wasn't sure it would be fast enough. He could hear the sound of giant wings flapping above him.

#####

"You lied to me!" Nilrem yelled bursting into his house and running into the bathroom. "She's more than just a sorceress, isn't she! She's some kind of monster! A demon! A-"

And then Nilrem came into the bathroom. Nadia was still seated on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide open. Her braided hair was messy and disheveled, her large breasts sparkling with fresh saliva, and her tits were clean of his semen. Morgan was on her knees, drunkenly lapping at Nadia's pussy, slurping up every drop of his cum left on her. Nadia was enjoying it so much that she didn't even see Nilrem. Her breasts were quaking rapidly as she moaned orgasmically, holding Morgan's head deep into her lap. She bit her lip and shivered, spraying his sister's face with an fiery little climax. 

"Nadia!" Nilrem screamed. "Listen to me you bi-"

BOOM!

The front door to the house exploded. The purple-eyed demon charged into the living-room, her black wings cutting at the walls like swords. 

"I've finally found you Nadia, my love!" the demon screamed. "I can smell your sweet pussy!"

"What's going on?" Morgan screamed, her face dripping with pussy-juice. 

Nadia grabbed Morgan's head and slammed her face back into her lap. "Eat bitch! Eat! I can't use my magic until every drop of your brother's cum is gone!" 

Morgan did not understand what was going on, but she did as she was told and eagerly began to suck every inch of Nadia's skin with gusto, her pink tongue spinning wet little circles.

"Pussy-pocket!" Nadia yelled, shivering from another orgasmic aftershock. "Go distract Vivienne!"

"I caaaaaannnn't!" Pussy-pocket whined. 

Nilrem turned to see that the teenage demon was bouncing up and down in Howler's lap, her breasts jiggling, her lithe figure appearing awfully small by contrast to his muscular body. Her tight stomach was literally bulging with the cock inside her, and Nilrem could see it sliding up and down as she struggled to get off of it. Even Howler was trying to help her off, his strong hands pushing her bubbly ass away, but she kept slamming back down. 

"He has a knotted cock!" Pussy explained. "He's stuck in me! He can't pull out until after he cums!"

Nadia' beautifully eyes and lips twisted with worry. "Damn it. Nilrem! You'll have to face her alone!"

"What? You want me to go against that monster alone?" Nilrem was afraid, but he was also angry. Nadia had said she was being stalked by a jealous sorceress, not a soul-sucking monster.

"Just touch her! Grope her! Fuck her if you can!" Nadia yelled. "Your touch will depower her! Now get to it while your sister finishes me off!" 

Nadia grabbed the very vial of oil that Morgan had earlier retrieved for her and chucked it at Nilrem's face, hitting him squarely in the forehead. He groggily stumbled backward into a hallway, holding his head and whining in pain. Howler or Pussy must have kicked the door shut, because he found himself alone in the hall. 

A physical wave of heat swept through the house, and an eerie orange light lit the darkness. He turned and saw the demon standing at the mouth of hallway, her purple eyes glowing like hellish gems and her hands impatiently tugging on her own dark, twisted nipples. A long, serpentine tongue slithered from her mouth and licked one of her own nipples, drawing piping hot milk from it that dripped down her body in a slutty little stream. She looked right into Nilrem's eyes and smiled, revealing a row of pearly fangs. Despite her monstrous attributes, she was still the most beautiful woman Nilrem had ever seen, next to Nadia herself.

"What are you?" he asked, his trembling voice barely rising above a whisper. 

"What did she tell you?" she asked, sensing that Nadia had lied to him.

"She said . . . she said that you were a jealous sorceress."

The demoness bit her lips and she muffled a laugh. "Nope."

"So what are you really?"

The demoness started to slowly walk down the hall, her long legs strutting with an arrogant swagger. As she walked she put one hand against the wall, and her razor-sharp nails cut into it deeply, shredding wallpaper and slicing photographs as she went. Her pussy was dripping so much it left a wet trail along the ground. 

"I'm Nadia's biggest mistake," she said. "That insatiable bitch was horny . . . and drunk . . . and bored . . . and had locked herself in her library with her porn collection. She found one of her conjuration scrolls, and thought it would be a fun idea to summon a little company from the netherworld. Nadia wanted a date with a succubus, and she got one. The baddest succubus of all, Vivienne Vivelle Vermon."

"Succubus?"

"An carnal-demon, cutie. I struck a bargain with that sexy slut, that I would give her one night of incredible, mind-breaking sex, and in return I would get to devour her soul. She was so horny and drunk that she said yes, and practically begged me to fuck her soul out. Stupid, hopeless slut. Only once we were done and cuddling the next morning, the bitch stabbed me in the back . . . literally . . . with a knife. I've been chasing her ever since. And now . . . I'm going to eat her . . . I'm going to eat you . . . and then I am going to fucking devour every soul in this horny little town."

Nilrem was trembling, but even as her pointy, conical nipples were inches away from his face and her hungry smile hovered above his head, he did not retreat. Instead, he tugged off his shirt, revealing his boyish chest, and tugged down his shorts, letting the ravenous demon see his insubstantially small, hairless, boyhood.

"Yo-You'll have to go through me first," he said, trying to sound tough, his arms blocking the door to the bathroom.

She smiled and chuckled. "Alright."

She grabbed him by the neck and effortlessly lifted him from the ground, bringing his cute face to hers, and slithering her long, serpentine tongue down his throat so far that he could feel it going into his stomach. His eyes bulged as his throat was widened by the tongue but simultaneously squeezed by her hands. She tongued him so deep that he couldn't breathe, and he quickly began to gag like a virgin cocksucker. His body was enveloped by her big, pillowed breasts, trapping him within her hold. One of her sharp nipples pressed against soft flesh, and it actually scratched him. 

She was moaning sadistically, but then something changed. The dark nipple that was sharply poking into his stomach suddenly grew soft, and the breast it was capped on seemed to quiver and grow smaller. Her tongue snaked back into her own mouth, leaving him in a fit of coughing and choking. Her face was less demonic, her fangs less sharp, and her eyes less purple. Even her wings were growing back into her own body. 

"What . . . how . . .," she did not understand what was going in, but Nilrem did. 

His little hands reached down and grabbed both of her softening nipples, and he twisted them so cruelly that he almost pulled them fully around, hot milk gushing out in a wide spray. Vivienne squeaked in painful shock and dropped him. He landed on his butt and looked up to see that he large breasts were continuing to shake, growing smaller still.

"What the fuck!" Vivienne screamed. "How are you-EEK!"

She squealed erotically as Nilrem dove right between her legs and planted his open mouth on her wet pussy, sucking down the clitoral mound into his warm little mouth. Her clit was as hard and sharp as a thumbnail, but as his little tongue teased it he could feel it growing smaller and softer; her juicy pussy getting tighter and pinker. It seemed the effect his power was having on her was the opposite of what it did to Nadia. Whereas the buxom enchantress used her magic to keep her sex-wrecked body tight and fresh, this demon used her magic to keep herself big and busty.

The succubus squealed in a much sweeter voice then before as she squirted into his mouth. He backed off, choking on the sudden flood of girl-cum, as Vivienne's rubbery knees gave out and she slid down the wall, panting in exhaustion. 

Nilrem stood up and looked down at the shuddering fiend, surprised to see that she had become much cuter and younger looking. Whereas before she had been a twisted, grotesque creature of lewd voluptuousness, the shivering girl before him now was a slender beauty no older than 25. Her silver hair was disheveled, her purple eyes were filled with trepid little tears, and her pink, sparkly lips quivered with every orgasmic breath.  

"What have . . . what have you done to-MMMHGHGH-" her words were shoved back down her throat as he stuffed his cock in her mouth, which was a much tighter fit than Nadia's had been. Nilrem wrapped his hands in her hair and started shaking her head back and forth like he was trying to crack it open with his penis, and although she could have bitten him, the sheer shock of being mouth-raped by this little boy left her stunned and docile. Her purple eyes bulged with disbelief as his salty balls landed on her tongue, and she could feel them pumping. 

SQUIRT! SQUIRT!

He was cumming in her mouth, and she tried to scream, which was a stupid mistake, because her opened throat just made it that much easier for his nut to shoot right into her stomach. The magical effect was instantaneous. Her whole body began to shake as the potent anti-magic in his seed sizzled and boiled in her body. He withdrew his genitals from her mouth as she heaved and gagged, trying desperately to vomit the cum back out, but it was too late. His power was inside her. 

But Nilrem wasn't down with this bitch yet.

He backhanded her face so hard that she was knocked to the floor, her now petite, nubile chest offering no support as she landed. Nilrem's hands gripped her waist and crotch, lifting her ass up and spreading her legs. She had just enough time to feel his fingers prodding her tightening snatch and sob before he rammed in, his cum-covered cock freshly lubricated. She squealed like a stuck piglet, and he moaned in ecstasy. Her pink, wet, hot pussy was so much tighter than even he had expected, yet it fit him like a glove. 

He fucked her, his hips spanking her shrinking ass so hard that she scooted along the floor, bruising her slender kneecaps, and making her cry out in animalistic, sobbing submission. 

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "This is it, this is . . . FUCK!" He came again, deep and hard. Her pussy flexed shut and his cum blasted out the sides, her own orgasm dripping on the floor like a leaky faucet. 

He pulled out and shoved her to the ground. She rolled on her back, crying and gasping for air. She was so petite now that she was even smaller than he was, the most demure and defeated little 18 year old he had ever seen. He stood over her jacking his four-inch cock, pumping the last of his copious nut onto her face and flat chest, plastering her hair and eyes. 

When it was over he just stood there, with one foot planted on her chest like a barbarian king over the princess he just raped and conquered, and all she could do was pant like an overworked little bitch. 

The door to the bathroom opened and Nadia came out, glowing radiantly from the series of orgasms Morgan had given her; totally cleaned of every drop of Nilrem' cum. He looked past her perfect figure to see Morgan laying on the ground, her tongue flopped out on the floor, gasping exhaustedly. Pussy-Pocket was clawing at the floor trying to get off of Howler's knotted cock, but he wasn't any closer to cumming so she wasn't going anywhere. 




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Nadia looked to the ground and saw the semen-soaked little slut that had once been Vivienne Vivelle Vermon, the vixen of Hell, and instantly understood what had happened. She waved her slender arms in the air and recited an enchantment, her auburn air blowing in a sudden wind, her body glowing with golden light, and she drew from the air a shinning, shimmering golden chain. She knelt down and wrapped the chain around Vivienne' neck like a leash, and then tied the other end around the base of Nilrem's penis. She recited one more incantation, and the chain started to burn white hot. Nilrem could feel it this time, his anti-magic was not dispelling it fast enough, and the hallway exploded with light.

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When Nilrem regained consciousness the next day he was laying in his bed, naked and sore, but something sweet tingled between his legs. The covers were bulging with a big bump, and when he looked under them he saw a cute, petite, flat-chested little girl with big purple eyes and silver hair sucking his cock and moaning happily. 

She looked up at him, her big purple eyes blinking. "Good morning master," she smiled, licking his balls. 

Nilrem gaped, completely unaware of what was happening, but his cock twitched and he shot a quick load across the girl's face, hitting her in the eye. She blushed, a tear forming in the corner of the eye he hit, but she smiled happily, sticking out her tongue and licking it all up. 

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Morgan explained to Nilrem what had happened over breakfast. She served him pancakes while wearing nothing but an apron while petite Vivienne knelt under the table and continued her oral worshipping of her master's nub. Morgan told him that most of his anti-magic had been used up defeating Vivienne and reducing her to this current, submissive form. Nadia had used the opening to create a binding spell, one that leashed the succubus's soul to him, effectively making her his slave for the rest of his life. He could do whatever he wanted with her now, even lock her in his closet and only take her out to use like a dirty sex-toy, and she'd serve him happily. This solved both their problems. Nadia didn't have to worry about Vivienne coming after her, and Nilrem finally got a pussy that was as tight as his penis was small.  

Nadia was gone though. She took off the night before after having one last celebratory orgy with Pussy-pocket, Howler, and Morgan. Nadia had never apologized for using Nilrem that way she had, not that Nilrem would have expected her to. But he wasn't angry, not anymore, not now that he had a little sexy fuck-fairy of his very own.

And as for Nadia? Well, it wasn't that long before her insatiable cunt got her into even more trouble. 



(this was a commisioned story. Contact me for comments, critiques, inquires, and commissions of your own). 



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 03



Nadia Méchant
Lily and Pad
Nicolette Belladonna
Wolvina
Hrothgar
Primrose 

The market of Honeyvale was crowded as always, bustling with fat merchants, happy shoppers, and amorous locals engaging in their daily flirtations. For a relatively small city Honeyvale has a prosperous economy, generated by its famously unique honey that was both delicious and revered for its rather intense aphrodisiac qualities. A drop on a man's rooster kept him crowing all night, and a smear on a young maiden's breasts everyday grew her large melons within a year. But although Honeyvale was a quant, charming little town far removed from the troubles of the larger kingdom, being tucked away in the mountains, the town was not a stranger to fugitives and lawbreakers, as a newly printed series of bounty notices implied.   

"Here too?" a musical, womanly voice asked from beneath a heavy, black cloak that hid her every feature under dark shadows.

"Afraid so," a young man answered. He was a short youth with messy blonde hair, a feminine face, but a well defined, lithe physique that was left bare by his tight shorts and open vest, his chest etched with hairless abdominals and his crotch stuffed with a promising bulge. 

"Whoever etched these was a pretty good artist," a young girl added. "These posters look exactly like you." The girl was the boy's twin, sharing the same style of short blonde hair, the same green eyes, the same lovely face, but whereas his sexual endowment was much larger than most, her breasts were underwhelming small and her butt perky but slender. 

The girl plucked a bounty poster off of a nearby post, one of hundreds scattered about the town depicting the same woman. The criminal featured was a very beautiful woman, so beautiful that even the soft lines of the poster could not do her angelic face justice, and the image ended at her bust line, which was heaving and intoxicating for both men and woman to look upon. In large bold letters the poster read:

WANTED
DEAD OR ALIVE
NADIA MÉCHANT
SORCERESS AND SEDUCTRESS SUPREME
REWARD OF 1,000,000 GOLD FOR CAPTURE OR CORPSE
COLLECT FROM QUEEN NYMPHORIA

"One-fuckin-million gold," the girl whistled. "Looks like the Queen really is still pissed at you. We'll have to be careful even though we're just passing through town, I bet every bounty-hunter in the kingdom is looking for you right now. That is an insane amount of money. Maybe I should turn you in."

A lovely, slender hand quickly slipped out of the dark cloak and slapped the little girl across her ass.

SLAP!

"Owie!" the girl whined, rubbing her sprightly little derriere.

"And what would you spend it on, Lily?" the cloaked woman, asked. "Maybe a breast-expansion spell that could turn your little mosquito-bites into plump, juicy melons like these?" The woman pulled back her cloak to reveal the most erotic cleavage the gods had ever sculpted; large and symmetrical, quivering but firm, glistening as if coated in the thinnest sheen of oil. "Or maybe an earth-shattering ass like this? Heavens know your butt is flatter than a cutting-board." She bent over and pulled her cloak back further, sticking out her large, deliciously juicy bubble-butt that was barely covered by a sheer semi-transparent purple dress.

The girl tried to growl, but she only sounded like an angry kitten. "Not everyone wants to be like you, Mistress Nadia!"

Nadia Méchant tried to suppress and arrogant smile by biting her juicy lips, but all that did was make her look all the more wicked. She strutted over to her young assistant, her long legs kicking free of the black cloak, and she had to bend over to come face-to-face with the little blonde. Nadia lowered her lips towards Lily's, who had frozen both from fear and the undeniable arousal Nadia caused in all living things, and they almost came to a kiss. 

"Yes they do," Nadia whispered, and then walked past a blushing, embarrassed, and very horny Lily. The jilted little girl stayed standing there for a moment, but when her obediant brother went bounding off after their shared Mistress, Lily had no other choice but to follow as well. 

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"She's here," a growling voice said, after sniffing some freshly made footprints in the muddy road leading to Honeyvale. The speaker was a woman, a tall one with a strong face, rough muscles, darkly bronzed skin, and dirty brown hair, yet despite her rugged, unkempt appearance there was a potent, oozing feral sexuality about her. She wore nothing more than a fur bikini that held her large, firm breasts back, and her large ass was split by a tight leather thong. Around her neck was a chain decorated with the teeth of a hundred different kinds of animals she had killed, one of them being human. 

"Are you sure, Wolvina?" another woman asked. "We've had trouble following her unique magical aura ever since she separated from her demonic familiar." This woman was riding atop a horse. She was stunningly beautiful in every classical sense. She was tall, young at just 19 years, peachy skinned, blue eyed, and her long, wavy blonde hair hung around her face like a golden waterfall of sunlight. Her budding, pubertal body was firm and subtle to look upon, and most of it was visible because her only clothing was a very revealing metal bikini that was studded with glowing, magical gems. Despite her beauty she was obviously uncomfortable, and her strong blue eyes constantly darted back and forth as if looking for Peeping Toms. She tried to keep her elegant blue cape wrapped around her arousing form, but it kept slipping back down.   

Wolvina sighed through filed teeth. "A werewolf's sense of smell is the best in the world. Not even magic can stop me from finding a trail. That's why you hired me, right? You're correct though, the sorceress and her demon split miles ago. She must have realized you were using your magic to track the demon."  

The tall girl nodded. "My aunt was right. Nadia is a crafty one."

Wolvina scratched her crotch in a most unladylike way. "You aunt Severine Belladonna, the leader of Queen Nymphoria's paladins? Ha! You'd think a tough bitch like that wouldn't have any trouble catching one naughty witch, but here she is depending on a fresh 19 year old who's never even unsheathed her sword."

The young paladin brought her house up to the muscular werewolf. "Don't think that just because you take my coin that it is alright to mock my family! Queen Nymphoria and the House Belladonna have many grievances against Nadia Méchant, and so they are my grievances as well. My aunt does not know I am tracking the sorceress. I plan to capture Nadia on my own, both redeeming my family's honor and proving myself as a Belladonna."

That got Wolvina's attention. Little-miss-metal-bikini hadn't seemed like the type to go against her superiors. In fact, Wolvina thought that the Paladin must have had a very large stick up her perky ass to be the way she was. The fact that this little mission of hers was clandestine made the pretty teen a little more interesting. 

The busty werewolf chuckled. "Alright, cutie, alright. I'm down for some fetch. And besides, even if we don't catch up to this Nadia in the next town I bet we can find at least find couple young studs with big, hard cocks to keep us entertained. I don't know about you but I could really go for a nice, hard fucking. Whatta ya say, Nicolette?"

A deep blush crept up the sexy teen's near-naked body, causing her young breasts to swell with a healthy pink color. "I . . . um . . . I  . . . well . . . THERE'S HONEYVALE!" she screamed, quickly changing the subject and kicking her horse into a gallop. The town was just visible behind the next set of rolling, tree-covered hills

As the blushing paladin rode away her cape flapped behind her, revealing the smooth curves of her buttocks framed by the metal thong she wore. Wolvina blinked in confusion, shrugged, and followed after her cute employer. 

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Lily and Pad were both shivering in their little boots as they led their veiled mistress through the crowded markets of Honeyvale, because it seemed to have an unusually high number of adventurous looking sorts of people: the kind wearing armor, carrying weapons, and every single one of them holding one of Nadia's bounty poster. 

"Wouldn't mind catching this minx myself," a young man with a tall spear said to his friend. 

"Yeah. I'd turn her into Queen Nymphoria, but only after I had my way with her." 

"I wonder if turning her into a mindless cum-dumpster would increase or decrease the reward money."  

And they just may have been able too, since Nadia was separated from her demonic familiar, Pussy-pocket. A witch only truly came into her power when they summoned a demon and became bound with them, as Nadia had down with Pussy when she was a young girl, and being separated from her pet put Nadia at a huge disadvantage. Now the power of her magic would need to be drawn from her own life-force, or the latent powers of the environment, rather than from the near infinite inter-dimensional source of magic that Pussy provided her.

But Nadia didn't seem concerned at all. She was even humming to herself as she knocked on the front door of a quaint little shop named "Hrothgar's Honeysuckles and Alchemy." Without waiting for an answer, Nadia opened the door and nearly skipped in, her black cloak falling away from her lovely face and auburn hair. Lily and Pad both squeaked as they pounced on her, pulling the cloak back over her face, and causing all three to tumble headfirst into the shop. 

"Hey! What're you little troublemakers doing?" Nadia complained. "Are you trying to embarrass me?" 

Lily hopped to her feet, fists shaking in frustration. "Everyone almost saw you! Your cloak was slipping-"

Perhaps just to piss Lily off, Nadia whipped off her cloak with a dramatic flourish, throwing it across Lily's face like a wet towel. Nadia stood in the middle of the shop uncovered, her long slender body scantily exposed by a flimsy purple dress that was nearly transparent. Her perfect cleavage hung out like a glistening, sexual balcony, and her erect nipples made dark circles in the purple fabric. Her long auburn hair sparkled as if wet, and fell down the sensual curves of her back. Lily had been right earlier: the artist who had etched the bounty posters had been good, but there was no comparison to the goddess herself.

"Nadia?" a strong, masculine voice asked. "Is that . . . Nadia Méchant?"

Lily almost pissed her little shorts. She was certain they had been caught. Images of her mistress bound in chains, naked and dripping with the semen of a hundred rapists flashed through her mind. Not that she wouldn't have minded seeing Nadia get what she deserved, but a captured and gang-raped Nadia meant a captured and gang-raped Lily and Pad were not far behind. 

"Hrothgar!" Nadia spun on her high-heeled shoes with glee, and she literally leapt into the man's arms, her large breasts smashing against his big, hard chest, and her mouth whimpering softly as their lips met in a hot, passionate kiss. His hands groped at her buttocks so strongly that Nadia was actually lifted from the ground a little, and her hips started to gently grind against his. 

When they finally pulled away a small strand of saliva connected their lips, which sparkled like a chain of diamonds in the sunlight that came through the skylight. Lily blushed when she saw how handsome the man was. He was closer to 50 than 40, tall, muscular, with neatly cropped silver hair and cold blue eyes. His skin was weathered and leathery, and his bronzed skin bulged with the power of his experienced body. 

"Damn," Nadia gasped. "You're still one hell of a kisser."

Hrothgar chuckled warmly. "I've kept in practice. There are a lot of young girls in this village who just love to learn lovemaking with an old hand."

Nadia bit her lip and giggled. "Oh Hrothgar. You always were such a pussy-hound."

"And you were always such a naughty little kitten, I-"

"Excuse me!" Lily interrupted. "But . . . what the fuck?!?"

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The handsome Hrothgar invited the three travelers to sit at his table while he made some refreshments, but first he locked the front door and shuttered the windows. According to him Nadia's bounty posters had only started showing up a few days ago, but by now every person in Honeyvale had seen them, and few would pass up the opportunity to make such a ridiculous amount of gold, even if Nadia's reputation as a dangerous dominatrix was legendary.

As the party snacked on honey-cakes and sweat honey-tea Nadia and Hrothgar reminisced about the old days, when he was a soldier in Queen Nymphoria's army and she was a desperate fugitive. He had almost captured her, but she had used her trademark wiles and sexuality to escape, making a friend out of Hrothgar in the process, who soon left the army to became an alchemist. The tale was hard to pin down chronologically, because Nadia had always used her magic to halt the process of aging. For all Lily and Pad knew, she was even older than Hrothgar was. This was not the first time Lily and met one of her 'old' friends.

As Lily listened to the story she had trouble taking her eyes off of Hrothgar's broad, muscular chest. The heat of the kitchen had given him a healthy sheen, and his white shirt clung to his bulging pectorals with sweat. She suddenly realized how horny she was, and that she was cringing her damp little crotch against the smooth wooden bench. Pad was also feeling a little randy, judging by the pink blush in his cheeks and the rumbling beast straining the tight material of his shorts.   

"I . . . I feel funny," Pad said, leaning back and nearly breaking his shorts as his cock struggled to pop out.

Nadia giggled. "It's the honey, sweetie. This village is famous for its very special honey which serves as both a powerful aphrodisiac and a useful alchemical catalyst. It's the reason Hrothgar decided to set up practice here."

"That and all the cute little girls," Hrothgar laughed.

"What makes it this way? The honey?" Lily asked, trying to ignore the very desperate itch on her erect clit.

"Well," Hrothgar explained. "There's a sort of monster that lives-"

But his story was cut off as the front door's lock snapped open, and the door slowly swung open, washing the room with warm sunlight. A girl stepped in, a young one only slightly older than Lily, but she was much taller and bustier than the petite blonde. This girl had short, wild red hair, a peachy face full of cute freckles, big green eyes, and soft pink lips. Beneath her firm, budding cleavage was a bare, bulging stomach heavy with pregnancy. Her clothes had been modified to leave her swollen midriff bare, being little more than a loose crop-top blouse and a frilly skirt.  

"Daddy, I'm home. I got filled with a lot . . .  OH! . . . we have company!"

Nadia smiled at the freckled girl. "Hrothgar, you dog. Did you knock up this little slut? Babies having babies?"

Hrogthgar and the girl blushed deep crimson. "Nadia, no! This is my daughter. Primrose. And she's not pregnant . . . not exactly."

Nadia looked back and forth between the father and daughter with a confused (although not at all embarrassed) expression. The two weren't very similar at all. Hrothgar was strong and broad, a true soldier in his most idealized form. Primrose was capable looking, but her soft cheeks and tender breasts were those of a rural maiden. She probably took more after her mother. 

"Well if she's not pregnant, then why is her stomach bulging?" Nadia asked, pointing towards the girl's heavy pot-belly.

"That's what I was just about to explain," Hrothgar said. "This is how we collect our honey. Why don't you show them, Primrose?"

The redhead blushed madly, and her slender legs wiggled shyly. "But dad . . . in front of strangers?"

Hrothgar smiled as he dragged a large empty clay jug from the edge of the room forward. "They're not strangers, honey-pot. Nadia is an old friend, and she's curious about how we do our business."

He set the heavy pot down in front of his trembling daughter. The rim of the jug came up to her belly button it was so large. Suddenly Hrothgar was behind his daughter, and his strong arms were wrapping around her. His large hands pulled at the neckline of her blouse, freeing one of her firm tits, and his other hand pulled up the low frilly edge of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her swollen, hairless pussy looked to be soaked with sexual fluids.

"Daddy!"

Hrothgar shushed hid gasping daughter. "Shhh. You use to love my help getting the honey out."

Hrothgar effortlessly lifted his daughter onto the rim of the jug, sitting her down on it as if it were a toilet. His hand began to slowly blur over her swollen pussy, stimulating her clitoris and pink lips. His other hand massaged her young breasts, making her wince and whimper in erotic excitement.

Nadia and her friends were stunned, but also very aroused. Lily began to unconsciously grind herself against her seat a little more vigorously, and Nadia began to shamelessly tug at one of her erect nipples. Pad was completely dumbstruck though, his large cock pulsing like an angry dragon in his tight pants. His big blue eyes were practically spinning with insane lust.

Primrose moaned and whimpered. "Daddy . . . it's  . . . it's cumming!"

Her body arched back and she began to shiver so physically that had Hrothgar not been holding her she would have fallen to the floor. She leaned back and moaned loudly, grinding her back against her father's chest as a wonderful orgasm quaked through her. As she came, her father began to press down on her stomach, pushing against her gut with a slow but forceful thrust. Her vagina began to ooze a thick, golden waterfall of glistening, sparkling ooze, and Lily was shocked to realize it was honey. The girl was pregnant with honey.

"The mountains are filled with monsters," Hrothgar explained. "Many of which are dangerous, but one in particular is quite beneficial. The Delphian Bees are a race of large, semi-human bees who produce this aphrodisiac honey in copious quantities, but they hoard most of it for their queen. Luckily, the Delphians are drawn to young mortal women, and instead of ejaculating semen they'll unleash huge loads of their special honey from their big, hard stingers."

"Amazing!" Nadia said, her face hovering closer to Primrose's oozing vagina. "But that much aphrodisiac all at once, isn't it overwhelming."

Primrose bit her lip as she blushed, just beginning to come down from her orgasmic high. "You get use to it, but yes, it is a bit much. The Delphian I attracted today fucked me this morning, but I most have lost consciousness because when I woke up it was already the late afternoon. The Delphians aren't violent lovers, but they can be . . . rewarding."

Primrose whimpered again as the last large dollops of honey oozed from her fresh pussy, and her stomach shrank back to its normal size. She was once again her normal self, and she was actually a rather slender although wide-hipped girl with an athletic stomach. Her skirt road so low that the lower muscles of her abdominals stood out, and two muscular lines like a 'V' went from her crotch to her waist. She slid off the top of the jar and shyly tucked her clothes back into place. Everyone in the room was breathing heavily, but no one was more hot and bothered then poor little Pad. He was almost crying as his cock threatened to snap out of his tight leather shorts.   

Nadia snapped her fingers. "Primrose. Can you help me with something."

The girl's big green eyes blinked in confusion. "Um . . . sure, what?

"The reason I came to this village is because I am planning on collecting some of this honey for my own alchemical experiments, but I need a special kind. I've heard that the honey reserved for the Delphian Queen, the Royal Jelly, is the most potent and magically conducive. Can you help me gather some?"




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Primrose bit the tip of her finger and dug her heel into the floor. "Sorry, but Royal Jelly is the rarest form of honey there is. They say the only way to gather it is by luring out the Delphian Queen with a sexually mature virgin, and well . . .," she blushed, " . . . I haven't been a virgin in a while."   

"What about any of your little friends?" her father asked, massaging his daughter's freckled shoulders. "Are any of them still holding their cherry?"

Primrose groaned angrily, elbowing her father in his muscular stomach. "Thanks to you, no. You've popped almost every girl in town, dad. That's why I never have sleepovers anymore. You always end up fucking my friends until their too silly to walk."

Hrogthgar didn't exactly blush but he did smile shyly. "Well . . . I guess that's true."

"Don't worry . . ." Nadia said, taking a few steps toward young Primrose. Her breasts hung at the younger girl's eye-level, her erect nipples staring threateningly into Primrose's eyes. One of her slender hands slipped between Primros's legs, and she gently began to tickle the girl's still dripping pussy. Primrose whimpered slightly as one long finger snaked its way inside her body, and when Nadia withdrew it her finger was coated in golden honey. She brought it to her lips and moaned happily at the deeply sweat taste. The sight of that was too much for Pad, and he finally lost control of his raging hormones. The sound of ripping leather filled the cozy room as the front of his shorts exploded, and out came an impressively large, totally erect cock. He was cumming too, and he shot several thick ropes of semen across Lily's back, a lot of it getting into her hair. His sister groaned unhappily and tried desperately to get a handle on his spewing penis, but her small hands only excited him more, and he started to cum across her face as she unintentionally stroked him. One particularly vigorous blast of cum shot over her shoulder and managed to make it across the room where it landed across Primrose's sweaty chest. Her eyes widened in surprise but not in disgust as she looked at the thick milky liquid soaking into her blouse. Nadia giggled happily. ". . . I already have a very special virgin in mind."   

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"You've never had sex?" Wolvina almost yelled, spraying a foamy mist of beer from her mouth. "Ever?"

"Shhhh," Nicolette blushed like a red cherry. "Show some decorum for Goddess's sake. Everyone will hear you."

But no one in the crowded tavern had heard, the gerneral ruckus of laughter, boasting, and the moans of copulating prostitutes from the next floor drowned out almost everything. They were paying attention though, since Nicolette was easily the most attractive women in the tavern that night, and Honeyvale was a village known for its attractive women. Her sunlight blonde hair, her crystal blue eyes, her flawless peachy skin, and sculpted curves of her perfect body drew plenty of hungry eyes, and even though she tried to keep her blue cloak wrapped around her nearly naked form everyone had gotten a good look at the skimpy metal bikini she wore.

"Never? Ever? Really?" Wolvina kept asking, hushing her voice but growing more excited. Her large tanned breasts were almost spilling out of her tiny fur and leather top. 

The pouty young paladin puckered her pink lips and shook her head.

"What about other stuff? You know, kid stuff? Blowjobs, handjobs, heavy petting? Taking it in the back still counts, you know, whatever boys might tell you."

One of Nicolette's perfectly trimmed eyebrows cocked up. "In . . . the back?"

The busty werewolf's jaw almost hit the table. "You don't even know what . . . REALLY! You don't even know about anal sex?"

Nicolette's lips trembled. "Gross! You mean people actually have sex there? Boys put there . . . stuff . . . back there?"

Wolvina laughed so hard that she had to hold onto her breasts to stop them from snapping her top. "Oh sweetheart. There are at least a dozen studs in this room who are thinking about sticking their 'stuff' up your perky little butt right now, judging by the looks your little silver thong has been getting."

Nicolette practically squeaked as she tugged down her blue cloak to hide her buttocks, unintentionally exposing her smooth cleavage.

Wolvina managed to suppress her wild laughter to an uncontrollable giggle, and she had to tuck her breasts back into place, since both of her dark, rough nipples had slipped from the tight leather triangles that held them back.

"I don't get it," Wolvina said. "If you're so shy about that sexy little body of yours why do you show it off with that itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny metal bikini?" 

Nicollette was busy trying to adjust her cloak into the ideal position to cover the most of her near-nudity. "I'm not wearing this scandalous garment by choice. I'm a paladin. We use our arms and armor to enhance and augment our magic. The best material for our arts is mithril, which unfortunately is extremely rare and expensive, so we only use as much as we need to cast our spells and protect our bodies."

"Protection?" Wolvina asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, that little thing barely covers your vagina. If it were any lower your clit would pop out. How does that offer protection."

Nicolette was becoming frustrated with how inadequate her cloak was in covering her body. "It's magic, alright! It's just magic!"

Nicolette saw Wolvina's yellow eyes look up, and she realized they weren't alone at their table anymore. The young warrior looked around to see three smirking men looking down at her with hungry expectations. Two of them were human, young, and actually fairly handsome as far as tavern-dwelling adventurers went, but the third was a huge, nasty, smelly green orc with bulging muscles and a misshapen face. What really terrified Nicolette wasn't his large, slobbery tusks, or even the corded, twitching muscles of his bare forearms, but it was the menacing, meaningful bulge in his baggy pants. The outline of its vein-covered length and flanged helmet was too obvious to be confused for an innocently misplaced sausage. The orc was sporting an erection the size of Nicolette's forearm. The largest penis she had ever seen had been on one of her cousin's and his hadn't been more than two inches and was perfectly smooth. This orc's mammoth trunk was almost like a third leg, bulging with its own womb-busting muscles.

"Hey sexy," one of the young men said He was carrying a cheap iron sword at his side. Maybe he was a fighter. "Mind if we sit with you?"

"We'd be happy to buy you ladies some drinks," his friend said. He was wearing a purple hood and had some strange amulets hanging from his neck. Maybe he was a mage."

"Na-na-na-na . . . no thank you," Nicolette stuttered, her terrified blue eyes never leaving the horrific bulge in the orc's pants.  

The swordsman smirk got wider, and his hand found its way onto Nicolette's naked thigh. "Well alright. How about we just take you up to our room then?"

"Yeah," the mage laughed, scratching the stubble on his chin. "Why bother with the flirting anyway? A girl who dresses like you must be a total slut."

Nicolette inhaled so sharply that her breasts almost leapt out of their mithril cups. Her knees shook and her blush grew deeper, but not because she was embarrassed. She was pissed off. 

"I . . . am . . . not . . . a  . . . SLUT!" Nicollete screamed as her fist came up into the swordsman's chin, lifting him off the ground and sending him flying into a wooden support-beam. Blood spurted from his mouth as he bit down on his tongue. Panicked and angry, he withdrew his rusty iron sword from its leather sheath, and no sooner than he did it was cut in half but a blinding flash of heavenly silver, a slash that also cleanly cut his shirt right down the middle exposing his lithe, muscular chest. Nicolette was holding her own sword, a flashing rapier of long, thin silvery mithril. Her weapon was as delicate and slight as her armor was, but it shone with a intimidating energy. 

"Bitch!" The swordsman yelled, before his voice was choked by pain as Nicolette's stiletto heel stabbed into his unprotected genitals, nearly pinning his manhood to the wooden beam like an ornament. 

"Nicolette!" Wolvine yelled. "Look out!"

The paladin turned to see the mage summoning some sort of spell with his spherically positioned hands. There was mass of purple light growing in his hands, writhing with alien tentacles. Whatever disgusting spell he was summoning was never finished though, for in the time it took him to half charge a single attack, Nicolette fired off one of her own. 

"Ignis!" she yelled, the magic word ignited a powerful electric bolt in her slender body, that arched from her chest and struck the mage in his, setting his clothes on fire and knocking his unconscious body through the air. By now they whole tavern was making plenty of room around Nicolette, because it was obvious that she was a both a dangerous fighter and a powerful mage. 

All that was left was the orc, the green monster with the huge, green, monstrous genitals bulging in his pants. He was standing where he had been the whole time, except now his hands were up. 

"Come on!" Nicollete huffed, holding up her sword in one hand as a ball of magical fire in her other. "You want to fight me also!"

The orc's misshapen eyes blinked as his large jaw hung down. He was too deformed to be interpreted on an emotional level, and so Nicolette was very surprised when he started speaking and said . . .

"Madame, I must profusely apologize for the behavior of my associates, whose comments have been indefensible in their misogynistic connotation. Normally their roguish antics are found to be endearing by the local females who they successfully fraternize with, but I can clearly tell that you are a woman of less callous upbringing."

Nicolette's angular blue eyes blinked in surprise and confusion. "Um . . . well . . . yes . . . thank you."

A loud SMACK! echoed in the room as Wolvina came up behind her and slapped her naked rump. "Way to go, sweetheart. You just beat the shit out of two swaggering cuties who looked perfectly able to help you with that 'cherry' problem."

Nicolette blushed. "I don't have a . . . a 'cherry' problem."

"Well I almost do, in that I haven't gotten fucked in almost a month. Longest I've got without dick since I was younger than you are." Wolvina turned to the big orc, her hand diving right down to the front of his pants and gripping his massive trunk. "How about it wordsmith. Want to tangle with a wolf-bitch?"

The orc's ugly face grew a darker shade of green. "Oh, beauty of most bestial grace. I would be infinitely honored to attend-"

Wolvina interrupted him. "But none of that fancy talk. I want you to drag me by the hair up to your bedroom, call me a worthless, filthy, dirty little whore, and then I want you to fuck me like your trying to kill me. I want you to spit in my mouth and cum on my chest. None of that 'lovey-dovey' shit. Got it!"

The orc nodded. 

"Good," Wolvina smiled, and then turned to Nicolette. "I'd invite you along, but what this boy's packing is definitely not for amateurs."

Nicolette blushed and was going to say something, but before she could the orc grabbed Wolvina by the hair and literally dragged her up the stairs in a manner that looked far more painful than pleasurable, but it wasn't that long until the entire tavern was shaking with Wolvina's orgasmic howls. 

Nicolette slept alone, and the next morning she found herself paying the tavern's owner compensation for a broken bed-frame and a sex-stained mattress. 

#####

That night Lily and Pad were given mattresses and blankets so they could sleep on the floor of Primrose's little attic room while Nadia retired to Hrothgar's master bedroom. The night was remarkably hot for a mountain town, but it was the height of summer, and Primrose's little room was getting stuffy. 

Lilly woke up covered in a thin sheen of sweat that caused her blankets to cling uncomfortable to her naked skin, and forgetting that she was naked she kicked the blankets down to her knees. Her brother who had been sleeping beside her was missing, but he hadn't gone far. He had crawled onto Primrose's bed and was very slowly but thoroughly mounting her. His big, long cock was pumping the older girl from behind, and the freckly redhead had her face buried in a pillow to muffle her screams. They had politely been trying to not wake Lily up. 

In the next room Nadia was not being so considerate. 

"Holy Fuck!" Nadia's voice echoed through the walls. "Hrothgar! Your cock! So big! Harder!"

The slamming of Hrothgar's bed frame against the wall was so violent that it caused the window in Primrose's room to shake, and even though Primrose and Pad were doing their best to keep things under control, their raging young hormones were more powerful than their bodies could handle, and soon they were both whimpering frantically as their naked hips slapped together. 

Lily felt a little left out, but tonight was the opposite of her usual situation. Nadia's demonic familiar, Pussy-pocket, had always harbored a very blatant crush on Lily, which she proved by sneaking into the young lady's bed every night and usually left her a hot, panting, shivering mess of lesbian lust. Lily had always complained about it, but now that Pussy-pocket had gone into hiding Lily was starting to miss her. As she remembered the sensation of her demon's rough tongue teasing her sweet blossom, Lily started to get horny. She pulled her covers back up and bit her tongue as she slipped a finger into the swollen folds of her sex. She looked to Pad and Primrose for inspiration, but they were just finishing up. Pad was laying on his back, propped up by a small mountain of damp pillows, as Primrose's redhead bounced up and down in his lap. His soft muscles glistened in the dim light of the moon, and his feminine face contorted as he began to cum. Primrose popped off his cock and licked the underside of his shaft, tickling his balls and kissing his helmet. His semen gushed loudly across his hairless chest and even into his own face. When his orgasm subsided he was more covered in jizz than she was, but she helped him out by sucking the last few dollops out of his urethra with a very powerful blowjob. After that Primrose giggled softly, kissed him on the cheek, and then rather callously pushed him until his cum-covered body slid off her bed and unto the floor next to Lily. 

"Good night," Primrose whispered, pulling up her sheets and going to sleep alone.

Pad whined a little, but he was submissive by nature and so went to sleep on the floor naked, uncovered, and coated in his own sexual release. Lily was also dozing off, having just rubbed out a quick but satisfying little orgasm by herself. Nadia and Hrothgar though, they went at it until sunrise.

#####

Next morning's breakfast was a little awkward, and not just because everything on the table was laced with the same amorous honey that Primrose had carried in her womb just the day before. Toast with honey, cereal with honey, diced fruit with honey. Everything on the table was sweet and delicious, but it made those eating it (especially Lily and Pad who were not use to it) rather aroused. Lily wouldn't stop squirming in her seat and she could see how Pad's crotch bulged with another youthful, impatient erection. She wondered if Primrose would help Pad out with his boyhood troubles again, but from the way the redhead was ignoring him, it seemed unlikely. Primrose wouldn't even look in Pad's direction, which was causing the feminine young man to feel very embarrassed.

Things were made worse by Nadia, who came down the stairs wearing nothing but a slinky robe that she hadn't even bothered to tie up. Her glistening, toned, sex-stained body was completely naked, and her large heavy breasts were caked with what was clearly multiple orgasms worth of Hrothgar's semen. Nadia looked tired by extremely happy.

"Hot-fucking-damn!" she exclaimed, patting Primrose on the shoulder as she walked by. "You dad fucking wrecked me last night! I mean FUCK! I hope he goes easier on those slutty little friends of yours, because frankly it's a miracle that I'm even walking straight right now. FUCK! I came so many time I think I lost weight. Primrose, do you have any soap that can wash semen out of my hair. I think-"

"MISTRESS!" Lily screamed. "Couldn't you . . . couldn't you put some clothes on?"

Nadia ignored her. In fact, she shrugged her shoulders and allowed her slinky robe to fall down her slender, arched body into a heap on the floor. She was totally naked now, as she was likely to stay for as long as she could. Nadia made herself a bowl of diced fruit and honeyed toast before sitting down next to Primrose, who was blushing madly.

"You dad's still asleep," Nadia said. "Can't say I blame him. He really did the work of ten men last night. But before he zonked out he said it was alright for you to lead me to the Delphian hives. I want to find one of their Queens and get some Royal Jelly before sunset today."         

"It won't matter if I do," Primrose groaned, trying hard not to stare at Nadia's perfect tits, even as small drops of honey fell on them from her toast. "Queens only come out if they smell a virgin, and this town doesn't have any virgins."

Nadia moaned happily as she licked her lips. "Don't worry, honey-pants. I have a feeling we'll find what we need."

#####

The next morning's breakfast was a little awkward. The whole tavern had heard Wolvina getting her pussy ripped to shreds by that humongous orc all night long, and although it made good inspiration for some lucky couples to fuck, many guests were annoyed, and they directed that annoyance back at Nicolette. Despite the near fatal sounds of orgasmic, female screaming, it was Wolvina who was victorious. She came down from her room reeking of sex, her tanned body sparkling with sticky sweat and crusty with orc semen.

"Did you get popped last night?" Wolvina asked Nicolette as she joined her for breakfast. She asked that question very casually. 

"N-no!" The prissy paladin answered, suddenly realizing that her peachy body with pink with blush. 

"Shame," the werewolf said before stuffing her face with bacon. "So what's the plan."

"The Delphian hives."

"What?"

"Delphians. They're a race of giant honey-gathering monsters who live in the mountains. The town makes its trade in their honey for alchemy and love potions. Supposedly their combs can also be used for powerful magic. I am sure that Nadia will try to gather some."

"Really? We already know that she knows that she's being followed, wouldn't it be smarter to keep running?"

"Yes, but my sisters and cousins have chased after Nadia a hundred times before, and never has she chosen to flee when profit was near at hand. She'll try for the honey, today, and we're going to trap her there."

#####

The Delphian hives were not so far away, but the steep climb through the grassy hills and rocky cracks was tiring. Lily and Pad, both young and spry, were gasping and sweating by the time they made the hives' elevation. Looking back they could see all of Honeyvale spread out behind them like a children's toy town. It was a charming and beautiful sight, but so was the one before them. Primrose who lead the party was wearing a short, frilly skirt, and she had forgotten to wear any panties today. Every time she climbed up a rock or step her skirt rode up, and everyone get a generous view of her plump little honey-pouch. For Pad this was maddening. His erection had never really gone away, and he was clearly harboring a crush on the freckly older girl, but Primrose had been ignoring him since the moment she milked his cock the night before, and that was starting to annoy Lily. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 03



"We're here," Primrose said, bending over a fallen tree to point at a valley in the mountain, giving everyone another good look at her juicy backside. "The Delphian hives are in that valley. The sky will be filled with them any minute, and they're going to rape the shit out of anything they can get their hands on. But the Queen won't come out unless you have a virgin and I still don't-"

"Relax," Nadia interrupted Primrose by slapping her hand down on the girl's plump bottom, squeezing her butt-cheeks a little. Primrose did not seem to like being touched by the woman who had run her father ragged the night before. "It'll work out. I'm going to get a closer look at the hive. Why don't you go do whatever it is you do to get that honey for that sexy daddy of yours. Oh, and Lily and Pad will keep you company. Adieu!"  

Nadia literally skipped away, singing to herself as her buxom chest bounced in the tight fabric of her slender dress. Primrose snorted angrily as the sorceress bounced off, and then she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her frilly skirt. Pad nearly got a nose bleed as she tugged her skirt down to her ankles. Then she undid her small blouse and left her clothes on the log. Naked, she walked over to a small patch of flowers and laid down in them, with her legs spread wide open. Stretching out in the sun, she moaned happily and relaxed. 

Pad looked ready to pass out he was so horny, but he was too nervous to approach Primrose after all the cold-shoulders she had given him, so Lily went over for him. 

"Hey! Bitch!" Lily said. "What's up with you?"

"What do you mean, cunt?" Primrose asked without even opening her eyes. 

"You fucked my brother last night, and now you won't even give him the time of day!"

Primrose groaned. "That was . . . a mistake. I had just carried a whole fuck-load of magic-honey and I was too horny to sleep. Your brother was there, he was hard, so I fucked him. He gave me a nice little orgasm, I returned the favor, and then I went to sleep. End of story."

"End of story? My brother's got a huge fucking crush on you now, and he's sporting a boner than size of chimney and it's ready to blow any second."

"Then you go and help him out, bitch. I don't do pity-fucks."

Lily looked back to see her brother sitting on the log. He was actually smelling Primrose's sweaty clothes as one of his hands slipped into the front of his shorts. He looked cute, but mostly pathetic. Primrose was right: he was pitiful, but he did need to get fucked. 

"Listen," Lily whispered to Primrose. "If you help out my brother, I'll help you out."

"Not interested," Primrose said. "I have plenty of girlfriends back home."   

Lily blushed. "That's not what I meant! I mean I'll gather honey with you. You dad will be super happy to get two womb-loads, and you can take tomorrow off."

Primrose shrugged her shoulders and hummed. "Alright. Bring that little loser over here. But I'm not, NOT going to let him cum on me."  

#####

As Nadia walked into the narrow, flower covered valley that ran through the mountaintop like a giant crack she began to undress. She peeled down the slinky material covering her shoulders and let her large breasts literally pop out of the plunging neckline. She wiggled and let the dress slip to the grassy ground, revealing her perfect, erotic body to the warm light of the morning sun, her auburn hair burning like brown fire. She fondled her breasts and stretched her back.

"Ah ha!" a young woman yelled. "We've got you!"

Leaping from a poorly made hiding spot (which Nadia had seen even before entering the clef) came the familiar sight of a peachy skinned, blonde, blue-eyed young beauty wearing nothing by a revealing mithril bikini that hugged her budding breasts and supple thighs. The glowing sapphires which studded her over her nipples matched the blue intensity of her eyes. She was not alone either. A barbaric woman wearing nothing by a tight, almost microscopic bikini of leather and fur was with her, her tanned skin was rippling with muscles yet her form was sexual and feminine. Her fingers had claws and her mouth was filled with fangs. 

Nadia had never faced this paladin before, but she knew her from reputation, as Nadia had personally humiliated and raped over a dozen of her relatives. Nadia's plan had worked perfectly.   

Nadia smiled, and then she giggled, and she started to laugh. She was laughing so hard that she had to hold onto her breasts to stop them from bouncing on her chest. 

"Think it's funny that you fell into my trap?" Nicolette Belladonna asked, holding up her rapier. 

"You stupid little bitch," Nadia said, finally getting a hold of herself. "I didn't fall into your trap. You fell into mine!"

Nicolette had just enough time to look afraid before she realized how royally she had fucked up. 

"Pussy-pocket! Now!"

From out of nowhere a sudden flash of naked skin and black hair leapt from the grass. It was Nadia's demon, the one that Nicolette had thought she sent away, but she hadn't. Nadia had only sent her on ahead. The demon took the form of a slender young woman with a succulent ass and small, maiden-sized breasts, but her stomach and back were corded with muscles. The demon leapt onto Wolvina and slashed at here, causing the werewolf to be stripped naked of her tiny clothing. The two strong bodies went rolling in the grass and disappeared from sight. 

Suddenly the air was filled with the sounds of buzzing, as if an army of giant bees were taking off, and the truth was close enough. From holes and cracks in the mountain rocks came strong black bodies, all of them in the form of a human being but somewhat different. Their skin was solid black and shiny like polished ebony, but their chests and buttocks were lined with yellow stripes, and from their backs grew giant insect-like wings. Some were shaped like men with bulging muscles, some like women with heaving breasts, but all of them had thick, long, phallic stingers emerging from their groins that were shaped very much like human penises. 

"Are these . . . the Delphians?" Nicolette gasped in awe.

"Dropped your guard!" Nadia said. 

Nicolette turned too late to realize that the naked sorceress was already upon her, suddenly so close that the tips of their breasts were touching. Nadia waved her hand and a force of magical energy caused the paladin's sword to fly from her grip like a piece of straw caught in a hurricane. Nadia waved her hand again and suddenly it felt as though Nicolette's body was being hit by a tidal wave, but the force only struck her armor. After a moment of straining in painful resistance, her bikini-armor exploded into a thousand pieces, her two nipple-sapphire's shattering like balls of glass. The virgin teen fell to the ground naked and dazed, panting in fear and exhaustion. 

Nicolette looked up to see Nadia's cruel, sadistic, beautiful face smiling down at her from between her large breasts. The sorceress was licking her lips expectantly. 

And then the air was filled with an even louder buzzing, a sound like thunder ripping through the canyon. From the blue sky above them came a giant, black, terrifying shape that was like an impossibly strong woman, her chest heavy with two yellow-striped breasts the size of medicine-balls and sprouting from her crotch was a penis-stinger easily a foot long. Most striking of all, that atop the creatures beautiful face was a head full of golden yellow hair, and atop that a massive crown. The beast landed directly behind Nadia, standing higher than the tall woman but at least three feet, but the erotic monster was all eyes for Nicolette.

The paladin was shivering so much she almost began to piss herself. "What . . . why is . . . why is-"

Nadia leaned down and slowly, cruelly, sexually ran her tongue over Nicolette's quivering vaginal lips. Nadia used the tip of her long tongue to poke and prod at the younger girl's pink clitoris, causing it to become erect almost immediately. 

"You taste good," Nadia said. "But I think you could use some honey." 

#####

"Damn it, your brother has a big cock," Primrose said to Lily as she struggled to jerk off Pad's incredible length and girth, using both hands to do so. She wasn't paying him a compliment though, because she sounded exhausted and bored. She was beating his cock back and forth so hard that her elbows started to get sore, and he was too thick to really get a full grip on, so she began letting his cockhead slap against her chest because she was not endowed enough to give him a full titty-fuck. Pad was in ecstasy though, too stimulated and aroused to notice how bored his newest crush was. Still, despite being lost in handjob-heaven, he was nowhere close to cumming, and Primrose seemed to realize that. "Help me out here," she demanded of Lily. 

Lily was busy stripping naked, following Primrose's lead that she should be unclothed when the Delphians arrived. "What? Gross! He's my brother!"

"Like you've never fucked him before?" Primrose asked, cocking an eyebrow. She was perceptive enough to guess that anyone who lived and worked with a woman like Nadia Méchant was not likely to escape sexual perversion. 

"Well . . . I mean . . . It's never been my idea. Nadia once accidentally allowed the spirit of a vengeful rape-demon to posses him, and I had to have sex with him for a whole day to get the demon out. And there was the time he got bit in the testicles by a rare snake called a sex-viper, whose venom acts as a very painful aphrodisiac, and I had to suck the poisonous semen out. And once, at a masquerade orgy, he didn't recognize me and-"

"Bitch," Primrose interrupted, "stop talking and help me bust this boy."

Lily growled angrily, but as soon as she had slipped off her panties (the last of her clothing) she got on her knees in the grass next to Primrose and started to help, her dainty hands closing in over the turgid flesh that Primrose couldn't cover. They got a rhythm going and began to pump his milk-filled meat with all four hands, but other than reducing Pad to a melted, whimpering mess they were still not any closer to relieving his painful erection. If anything, they were only making it worse.

"So . . . so close," Pad whimpered. "Please . . . please use your mouth."

A narrow, confrontational look passed between Primrose and Lily, and when it became clear that the freckled girl wasn't going to be sucking anything Lily found herself conceding again. 

"Fine," she grumbled, leaning down and talking the head of her brother's cock into her mouth. The helmet was enough to fill her mouth completely, and it caused her cheek to bulge obscenely. She softly moaned as she licked her brother's cum-slit, and her lips traced the high rim of his flanged cockhead. It really wasn't much, but it was enough, and Pad's body started to quiver as he came. 

"Fu-fu-FUCK!" Pad whined. 

Lily's mouth filled with hot semen so fast she popped off, spitting most of it back onto Pad's stomach. The rest shot over her shoulder and would have struck Primrose in the face, but she moved aside and only a few stray drops struck her cheek and chest. The girls were beating his cock furiously now, choking it to death as if it wear a poisonous snake, and they quickly drained him of his seething milk, drowning a small patch of wildflowers in the process. Pad's knees shook so hard that he couldn't stand, and he slid to the ground in a pathetic, orgasmic mess, his cock still gushing with semen.

"Freak," Primrose said, wiping her hand on the grass. 

"Prim . . . (cough, cough) . . . what-(cough)," Lily was trying to get Primrose's attention, but the older teen was too busy mumbling to herself about how much she hated inexperienced boys and how big cocks were wasted on little faggots. Had she turned around she would have see that a rippling, muscular woman with insect-wings and solid black skin was sniffing at the cum-covered wildflowers. A long, honey-coated tongue slipped out of her puffy mouth, and started to lick at the frothy milk. The creature buzzed happily, and then began to devour the semen-soaked flowers with a ravenous appetite. Another appeared, this one with the body of a petite girl a fuzzy main of yellow fur around her neck like a scarf, and she began to fight the larger monster for the flowers. The first black-skinned beauty quickly overpowered the smaller one, and then started to aggressively stroke the little phallic stinger poking from between her legs until honey stated to come out.

"The Delphians!" Lily finally managed to scream, right after swallowing a mouthful of her brother's cum. 

But it was too late. A big black hand belonging to a male shaped Delphian grabbed Primrose by her hair and flung her like a wet towel to the ground. He mounted her, and without any foreplay her shoved his thick, smooth, honey-dripping stinger right into her pussy, impaling her deep. Primrose inhaled to scream, but her mouth was instantly filled by another stinger, and it began to chug honey deep into her gut.

Someone was pushing Lily's face into the grass, and another strong hand was prying her little butt up into the air. She felt two stingers, both thick and hard, poke against the openings of her pussy and anus. As They began to push their way inside her, lubricated with honey, she saw that not even her brother was going to be spared. Two female-shaped Delphians were sucking aggressively at his cock, and another two were fighting to take the third spot. But they were all interrupted when a huge, bulging, hulking behemoth of a male shaped Delphian with a stinger the size of Pad's forearm landed behind him. With a sweep of his mighty arm he knocked the others aside, and then he picked Pad up as if the boy weighed no more than a kitten. He held onto Pad's slender, firm legs, and spread them wide to reveal his hairless anus, which he lowered to the tip of his very wide phallic stinger. When the honeyed head started to kiss the rim of Pad's backdoor, he understood what was about to happen. 

The Delphians had claimed three honey-pots that day.

#####

"Oh . . . oh my . . . MMmmmmph!" Nicolette moaned and whimpered erotically as she felt her firm, young, virgin body melting like a hunk of butter in the heat of a desert sun. She couldn't stand, she couldn't fight back, and she could barely open her eyes she was so foggy with arousal. But she knew what was happening, no matter how hotly her mind boiled with sexual heat, she understood what was happening to her. Nadia was fucking her brains out. 

The two beautiful women were rolling around in the grass together, with Nadia as the dominant engine of the Sapphic, sweaty sex-machine their bodies became. She kissed, licked, nibbled, groped, clawed, spanked, slapped, bit, chewed, and teased every inch of the nubile 19 year-old's body with a level of attention and grace that would have shamed Aphrodite herself, for Nadia was truly a goddess of lesbian domination. She was cheating, of course, but using ever possible sex-charm of lust-magic she knew of, weaving them into the very flesh of Nicolette's body so that the spells would drive her wild with need. Nadia's tongue traced slick pentagrams and magical sigils across Nicolette's body, almost electrocuting the girl with near fatal levels of sensual excitement. The paladin's pussy was a broken floodgate, and she gushed so freely it looked like she was urinating. But despite the constant multiple orgasms, the young lady's pleasure never dissipated. Instead, it only heightened.

"What're you . . . how . . . OH!" Nicolette couldn't even string words together to make a sentence. She couldn't even remember what a sentence was. She wasn't sure she could even remember her named. Nicole? Natalie? Nadine? One name did ring in her head though, just as it quaked every inch of her body: Nadia. Nadia. Nadia. NADIA! NADIA! NADIA! " . . . . . NADIA!!!"

The sorceress giggled and licked her puffy red lips clean of the sweet pussy juice that saturated her face. She knew this bitch was going to be ripe, but this was ridiculous. She mounted Nicolette's chest and sat down, cruelly twisting the girls pink nipples between her sharp fingernails. Tears streamed from the blonde virgin's eyes as her mind tried hopelessly to differentiate the pain from the pleasure. Every aspect of her was melting into a single, sexual puddle, and she really thought she was about to lose her mind. 

"I'm doing this for your own good, you know," Nadia whispered into Nicolette's ear, kissing her cheek softly. "The ironic thing about the Delphian Queen is that despite the fact she only comes out to fuck virgins, the intensity of her royal jelly is so overwhelmingly potent that it would most likely kill any human body that was exposed to it, even a drop. And trust me sweetie, you are about to get a lot more than a drop."

Although most of Nadia's words evaporated in Nicolette's mind, she understood what her dominatrix was referring to. The Delphian Queen was standing just nearby, nine feet of rippling black muscles, three hundred pounds of large-breasted beast. Her stinger was dripping with dark purple honey, and seemed to be growing longer, being the size of Nicolette's lower-leg, and the bulbous head being thicker than her knee. More meaningful was what was hanging from the Queen's crotch. Like two impossibly heavy testicles, the Queen's jelly-sack was swelling with thick, hot, boiling sexual fluids. Nicolette understood what was coming. She was going to be used as a human honey-pot for all those gallons of Royal Jelly, a lethal aphrodisiac. She was about to be fucked to death. She began to whimper and tried to crawl away, but her arms could barely move, and all she managed to do was dig her pristine fingers into the dirty grass. 

"Oh, don't worry baby," Nadia said in a sick, insincere voice. "That's the reason I'm getting you so hot and bothered. It's not the Royal Jelly's orgasms that kill you, or the back-breaking fuck that queen is about to unleash on your stupid ass. What kills you is the sudden impact of the sexual honey. It's like going from a crawl to the speed of light in one second flat. It would tear you apart, literally. So . . .," she leaned over and kissed on of Nicolette's nipples, " . . . I'm getting you warmed up." 

Nicolette tried to scream, tried to ask a question, but all that came out was an incoherent babble of sexy baby-sounds. The sky was spinning and she couldn't tell if her body was perfectly still or being flung around inside a hot hurricane. The sounds of erotic whimpering other than her own caught her attention she looked over and saw someone she recognized, a tanned woman with a strong, buxom body and wild black hair. It looked like someone had beaten the shit out of her and tied her arms behind her back with her own thong. She was dripping with sweat and breathing so heavily that her breasts shook. A swarm of Delphians were enveloping her, their strong hands groping and squeezing her firm flesh, and honey-filled stingers repeatedly penetrating her every hole. Her eyes were white and her mouth was foaming. Her pussy was leaking like a broken faucet as one Delphian replaced another and pumped more honey into her body. Her once muscular stomach was starting to bulge like that of a pregnant woman. 

Sitting in a tree nearby was a slender, feline-esque girl with spiky black hair and a very smug, satisfied smile. She was licking her fingers clean of honey and pussy-juice as she enjoyed the show. 

SLAP!

Nadia's hand struck Nicolette in the face like a thunderclap, causing her soft cheek to swell and turn bright red. 

"Pay attention, cum-bucket!" Nadia scolded. "Don't even bother feeling bad for your dyke friend, because trust me, you are going to get it so much worse than she is."

Nadia stood up and squatted over Nicolette's face, her pussy dripping small droplets of cum onto the blonde's swollen cheek, a few falling onto her pink lips and rolling into her mouth. Then Nicolette felt the sorceress's hands grip her slender ankles, and she felt her legs being lifted up and open, allowing her gaping, dripping pussy to be completely exposed. And the thing it was being most exposed to was none other than the Delphian Queen.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 03



"Thank you for your patience, your majesty," Nadia said to the monster. "I've gotten her all warmed up for you, so don't worry. You won't have to go easy on her at all." 

The Queen made a musical buzzing sound, and somewhere in it Nicolette thought she heard words, possibly hinting at whatever language the Delphians used. Nadia seemed to understand it, even though it was impossibly far from any human tongue. 

The queen strutted forward, her long black legs bulging with slender muscles. She squatted down, lowing her erect stinger over Nicolette's prone body as if she were measuring it with a ruler. Her stinger was huge, from base to tip stretching the distance from Nicolette's quivering pussy to the shallow groove of her solar-plexus. The paladin's narrow blue eyes exploded into wide ovals as she tried to calculate the cock's length and failed to count past the tenth inch. She couldn't remember any number past ten, only that it was far more than she as physically capable of surviving. 

A single, heavy drop of purple jelly feel from the tip of the beast's stinger and when it struck the helpless girl's peachy skin it burned like boiling oil.

"fffffFFFFFUUUCKK!!!"

The pain was excruciatingly pleasurable. The jelly was soaking into her skin as quickly as butter into bread, and suddenly every nerve ending in her body felt like it was suddenly another clitoris, and it was being expertly teased by a gentle tongue. She was swimming in a warm sea of sex, so fucked-out that she almost didn't feel the thick tip of the Queen's stinger press against the virgin hymen of her pretty, pink, and extremely tight pussy. 

"No, no, no," Nicolette whimpered. This was overkill. Deep down she had always known she would prefer large, thick cocks to little, slender penises. When she danced with the boys of the court she always found herself pressing a little closer against the older boys with the healthy, promising bulges in their tight pants, and she instinctually shunned the brats whose crotches were a smooth as hers. When her sisters were getting fucked in their rooms by whatever guard or prince they were secretly courting, Nicolette could tell which of them were bigger than others, just by the way her sisters moaned and screamed. It was honestly a miracle that she had not lost her virginity earlier, but Nicolette had been born with a stern, noble face like her Aunt Severine, and her icy demeanor intimidated men, and her true introverted nature was equally off-putting, especially when she was surrounded by easy, experienced sluts insatiable for more sex and weren't picker from who it came. 

But this monster didn't care about Nicolette's feeling, or attitude, or station, or anything. This monster cared only about one thing: popping that cherry. And she was going to do more than pop it, she was going to pulverize it. She was going to kill it. She was going to smash it apart like a sledgehammer hitting a teacup. 

"No, no . . . no . . . um . . . pu . . . . pu," Nicolette found herself quivering. Sometihng was changing inside her. " . . . please."

"You heard her," Nadia said to the black skinned monarch with the yellow-striped breasts. "She wants it. Fuck her! Rip her open!"

The Queen's smooth, human-like face smirked, and then every muscle in her hard body bulged slightly, and her hips slammed forward. Half the stinger sledged in, lubricated by the burning purple jelly, and although it was only half, it slammed against the roof of Nicolette's womb, her slender stomach bulging like a woman's cheek while sucking on a big, hard cock. Her hymen was torn apart like wet tissue paper trying to hold back a falling tree.

She screamed. She came. She died.

#####

Nicolette was sure she was in Hell, because her naked body singed with the heat of scorching, whipping fires, and yet she didn't blister or burn. She just got hotter, and hotter, and hotter until her brain fried like an egg and her organs melted into jelly. She felt herself getting softer, and wetter, but all the while something big and hard was pounding her on the inside, tenderizing her like a piece of succulent meat. She was carried through the air and bent into every position that her body could be pried into, forcing an endless series of spine-shattering orgasms to shiver through her body in unusual ways. It felt like every inch of her body was cumming. Orgasms were firing off in her pussy, breasts, and ass, but also in her skin, her bones, and her head. She was a solitary, sexual being, totally devoid of will or conscious thought, consumed by a singular need to be fucked harder, and faster, and deeper, until she was completely and utterly destroyed. This Hell slowly stated to become more like a Heaven though, and instead of fearing this mind-breaking torment she embraced it, encouraged it, and what few words she could remember coherently enough to speak were all begging for more. 

She screamed. She came. She was resurrected. 

#####

Nicolette awoke in a warm, stuffy room. It was a girl's room, judging by the colorful sheets, reading material in the bookcase, and several well used dildos on the nightstand. Driven by unconscious instinct, she reached out and grabbed one, bringing it to her mouth and licking it like a piece of candy. She didn't even know who the sex-toy belonged to, but that didn't matter. She wanted to taste sex. 

Her naked body was slick with sweat and sticky with other fluids. She felt like a hot, smelly mess, but she wasn't embarrassed. She was wholly satisfied. Her body ached terribly, but it was that kind of burning, deep ache that she got after riding her horse all day, or working out in the gymnasium. She liked the feeling. It felt like growth. 

She tried to stand, but a heavy pain in her stomach prevented her from doing so. She looked down and was surprised (but not afraid) to see that she was very, very pregnant, or at least it looked that way. Her once toned, flat stomach that slightly pulsed with abdominal muscle when she masturbated was now a bulging, potbellied mountain, smooth and glistening like wet polished marble.

Finally she managed to stand, and she almost fell over from the strange weight in her stomach. Her tits were larger now as well, and her once tiny pink nipples stood out a full inch. She touched one and shivered as an immediate orgasm rippled through her. She had never been this sensitive before. 

She left the room and wandered through the hot, stuffy house, slowly going down a flight of stairs to see a light coming from another room. There were voice coming from inside as well. Slowly, but unafraid, she snuck over to see who was inside.   

"But dad," a redheaded girl with cute freckles and big green eyes whined. "Do I have to?" The girl was naked and glowing with a sensual luster. Like Nicolette, this girl was also very pregnant looking. 

"Primrose, you will do as your father tells you, and your father is telling you to work that cock until it's empty." The man who was speaking was one of the most ruggedly handsome and magnetic older men the 19 year old had ever seen, and instantly her pussy was dripping for him. He was completely naked as well, his strong body bulging with muscle and scarred, hairy skin. The masculine musk wafting from his body filled Nicolette's senses and almost made her pass out. She gasped at the sight of his swollen, turgid cock, which protruded from his muscular crotch like a twisted piece of driftwood. It was definitely not a pretty penis, but it was manly and terrifying. It was a cock that clearly meant for one thing: fucking the daylights out of a woman, and it looked perfect for that job.

The father continued scolding his naked daughter. "That boy is going to keep whimpering and crying until you drain every drop of honey from his balls. He got raped by over a dozen Delphians, and their honey has saturated into his testicles. Just look at them!"

Nicolette moved to see what the godly stud was referring to. There on the floor was the body of a cute little blonde boy, a little younger than herself but very soft a petite looking. That was, except for his gigantic mammoth cock that was sticking straight up like a swollen tower of meat. His balls were swollen to the size of cantaloupes, and Nicolette couldn't help but giggle at how cute and silly he looked. The boy seemed to be in great pain though, because he was jacking his monster cock with both hands and crying pathetically, and occasionally a thick rope of golden honey would erupt from his cockhead, spilling across his smooth chest. 

"Dumbass! Stop wasting it!" The redhead said, taking a hold of the boy's gushing cock and directing the ejaculate into a wooden bowl. Although she was just trying to get a grip on the ludicrous pillar-of-a-prick, her honey-slickened hand kept sliding off, and soon she was unintentionally jerking him off, making him gush out even more of the honey. 

"Good girl," the father said. "You take care of him, and then do yourself. I'll finish off his sister." 

The father turned and walked out of sight, but Nicolette was treated to a hypnotic view of his beautiful buttocks as he went. 

"But daddy," the daughter whispered sadly to herself, "I want you to take care of me." Angry and jealous, she brought her fist down right onto the boys gigantic testicles, causing him to squeak in pain as a blast of honey shot from his urethra and splattered across the girl's face.  

#####

When Nicolette wandered into the living room she found a familiar shape waiting for her. It was the curved, slender, arched figure of the impossibly beautiful and perfect Nadia Méchant. She was naked, wearing nothing but a sheen of sweat and a golden necklace that melted into the soft valley of her cleavage. She was sipping a steaming cup of tea the smelt of sweet Delphian honey as she starred out the window at the starry sky.

"Good morning," the sultry sorceress said to the pregnant paladin. "How'd you sleep?"

"I . . . what . . . uh," Nicolette stammered for words. It blew her mind that after everything that had happened, after all these weeks of chase and one mind-shattering session of monster-rape, that Nadia could act so nonchalant, as if they were just two girlfriends spending the night rather than huntress and pussy-prey, dominatrix and sub. Nicolette groped her distended belly and finally found something to say. "What did you do to me?"

"Careful!" Nadia said, pulling Nicolette's hands away from her stomach. "You don't want to push out any and waist it. That Royal Jelly sells for hundreds of gold for an ounce, and your packing at least a couple gallons of it."

"What? I don't . . . but why . . ."

"Shh," Nadia hushed the numbed 19 year old, placing a finger on the girl's puffy pink lips and wiping them softly. "Don't worry your pretty, empty little head about it. I'm very proud of you. You've become such a wonderful little whore."

Nicolette couldn't make sense of anything her conqueress was saying, and when Nadia leaned in and gave her a deep, soft, sensual kiss, the paladin almost lost consciousness from sheer physical joy. Her toes curled up so far that she almost lost her footing and fell over, but Nadia held her up. The feeling of her sorceress's hands gliding over her back, and of her big, firm breasts pushing into Nicolette's hard, erect nipples was too much. Tears came to the paladin's eyes as she started to cum. She could feel something thick and syrupy starting to leak from her insides and out her pussy. 

"Hang on, hang on," Nadia said, patting Nicolette on the head. "Let me get a pot, alright."

The sorceress quickly dragged over a large clay pot and guided the paladin to sit on it like a toilet. Suddenly Nicolette's body was quacking uncomfortably. Now that a drop of thick, purple jelly was oozing out, it seemed that the rest was going to come out with a flood. It really did feel like childbirth. 

Nicolette started to whimper and cry. She was scared. She didn't understand what was happening to her body. 

"Shhh, shhh," Nadia hushed her, kissing her again. "Don't worry baby, mommy is here. I've just got to get my little fortune out of your body, alright. All that jelly dripping past your clit, that's really going to fuck you up again, so it'll probably be better if we get it all out at once instead of little by little, understand?"

Nicolette barely understood anything. Where was she?

"Alright. Ready?"

"Re-ready for whu-"

And without further warning Nadia planted a hand right on top of the girl's swollen, hot pussy, and began to rub it up and down with a furiously but graceful speed. Her palm glided over Nicolette's engorged clit and her fingers darted across her dripping lips. As Nadia picked up speed her hand starting to make a clapping sound: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! as if she were spanking Nicolett'e vagina with blinding speed. 

"Oh . . . oh . . . OH! . . . OH! OH!" Nicolette voice started growing higher and higher, and her whole body started to shake. 

"C'mon baby," Nadia encouraged. "All at once. Get the whole load out in one go. As soon as you orgasm: push. Just push! Got it?"

Nicolette did not understand, but her body did. She was already on the cusp of a powerful, body-flushing orgasm, and as it came she felt parts of her body opening up like never before. She was already going to cum, and it was going to be a big one, but Nadia made it come all the faster when she leaned down and slurped one of Nicolette's nipples into her mouth, sucking fiercely. 

"Holy . . . . . . . ffffffffFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCKK!"

Nicolette's mind exploded and her eyes almost sparkled as her mental fuses fried and flickered into oblivion. Her pussy erupted like a water fall, a high-pressure blast of thick, boiling purple honey gushing from her body. She started to spasm like an epileptic being electrocuted, and it took all of Nadia's physical strength to keep her sitting on the lid of the clay pot. 

"Not a drop, not a drop," Nadia said to herself, gritting her teeth as she held the quaking 19 year old in place. Even a drop of wasted Jelly was like throwing away a small fortune. 

It took a long time to come out, the last of it dripping out in a slow, excruciatingly orgasmic ooze that provoked an endless series of numbing after-quakes through the young lady's body. She was still conscious, but only in the barest sense of the word. Her blue eyes had rolled so far up her irises barely showed under her fluttering eyelids, and her tongue hung out like a dying dog's, slowly drooling saliva all over her breasts. Nicolette was gone. All that was left was a hot, horny husk.         

Nadia giggled as she kissed the comatose girl again, even though Nicolette was incapable of kissing back. Nadia released her grip, and the mindless slut slowly tipped over, tumbling to the floor in a heap of arms and legs. 

"Thanks, sweetie," she said to the husk, running a finger up and down the paladin's oozing pussy. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked on it, instantly orgasming from the immaculate taste. "Mmmm, oh darling. You are so . . . fucking . . . delicious. You really do taste better with honey."

#####

When Nicolette's conscious mind finally returned she looked down to see that her stomach was back to its toned, flat size, but her breasts and pussy had been changed permanently. Her tits were larger, her nipples darker and more erect. Her clit had become like a tiny penis, standing erect from her pussy fold by over an inch. The cool air blowing across it was more than enough to stimulate her. Clearly she had become incredibly sensitive. 

She looked up and saw Nadia, her mistress, her conqueress, her dominatrix, the most beautiful and divine woman in the whole world. She was fully clothed now (at least what 'fully' meant for Nadia), wearing a tight, form fitting red skirt that hung low on her swooping hips, and her breasts were held up by a transparent red sash embroidered with golden designs. her entire midsection and most of her cleavage was bare. Her auburn hair was held up in a large braided bun that looked complicated and beautiful, obviously having required many hours (or a single magical spell) to accomplish. 

Nicolette tried to speak, but she couldn't. Something was prying her mouth open.

It was a ring-gag, the kind that left a woman's mouth open to invading cocks. She looked around and realized that her legs were splayed up and out, so that her ankles were positioned behind her head and her pussy was left totally wide open. Her wrists and ankles were bound by soft leather bracers attached to the wall. She was stuck in a very, very compromised position.

"Nassshia! Whhhsshhshs goong uhn?" (Nadia! What's going on?)

The sorceress saw that Nicolette was awake, looking a little startled at first but then she giggled evilly. 

"Ah, good, you've finally returned to the living. Lucky for your friend over there. She could REALLY use a break."

Nadia tilted her beautiful head in the direction of the wall next to Nicolette. The paladin looked over to see another woman bound in the same position she was. It was Wolvina, and she was literally dripping with gallons of semen. Her face was totally blank and comatose, and her battered pussy and anus oozed with cum. On her bare, muscular legs were a series of red marks someone had made with a paintbrush. It was a tally: a tally for how many times she had been fucked. A quick look and Nicolette could estimate that her mercenary had been raped over a hundred times. 

"Alright boys," Nadia called out of the room. "I've got a brand new attraction for you. Nicolette Belladonna! The Pretty Pussy Paladin! Cum one, Cum all! Fuck her however you like! Pull her hair, slap her face, punch her right in the cunt! She loves it! What a slut! Fifty silver a fuck!"

"Fifty silver! That's outrageous!" A man complained. Nicolette recognized him immediately. It was one of the two punks she had beaten up in the tavern the other day. He was first in line and judging from the angry bulge in his pants he was very excited. "You've only been charging ten silver for the werewolf!"

"And filet mignon costs more than chuck, what's your point?" Nadia asked. "Pay up or fuck off!"

For a second it looked like the punk was going to leave, but he took one look at Nicolette's soft, succulent pussy and he growled in anger. "Fine," he said, and emptied his pockets.

"Have fun," Nadia said, ushering in the next patron, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one. Soon the small, hot room was filled with hard, nasty, horny punks. 

"Bshut Nshia!" Nicolette screamed though the ring-gag. "Eh shhhot ooo lllkked me. Eh shhhot whe kkkooodd beh lovvsssh!" (But Nadia! I thought you liked me! I thought we could be lovers!)

Nadia snorted condescendingly as she left the room, sauntering her hips with sadistic sluttiness. "Sorry kid, but I don't date virgins. But tell you what, after I couple weeks working as a cum-dumpster in this brothel you should be up to speed. Come find me then, alright. If I'm in the mood to hire a used up, worthless little skank I'll let you know. Maybe my castle could use another toilet, I'll have to check. Alright, later baby!" She blew Nicolette a kiss before sashaying out.         

"Na-na-NNNNNNAAAAAASSSHSSHHIIIAA!!!!" Nicolette screamed until spit flew from her open mouth. "NNNNAA-gunk!"

She was silenced as a fat cock plunged into her open mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag instantly, which was painful for her, but pleasurable for the punk raping her mouth. She tried to scream as another cock pushed into her pussy, and another started to pry its way into her ass, but no one could hear her gagging on those fat cocks, and no one would for a very, very long time.   




(This was a commissioned story. You can contact me for comments, requests, critiques, hate mail, and commissions of your own).



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 04



Lily woke up to discover that she was alone in the small bedroom she shared with her twin brother. The morning light poured through the stained glass windows of their room, casting colorful shadows over her nearly naked body. Shelves upon shelves were overflowing with old tomes, alchemical jars, and various strange fetishes of many different magical natures. It was a fairly typical room for the apprentices of a sorceress, which is what Lily and her brother Pad were, but their small room also had a few additional elements: sex toys. Next to the alchemy set were a variety of sexual lubricants that came in various viscosities and flavors. On the shelf with the magical amulets was a series of dildos, shaped for every sort of pussy and anus imaginable, human or otherwise. Even next to the small bed Lily slept in hung a well-used sex-swing, the leather straps of which were well soaked with the juices of her pussy. These things were another defining aspect of her mistress's practices, for Nadia Méchant was not only one of the world's most powerful sorceresses; she was also an epic nymphomaniac. 

Lily kicked down her blankets and stretched out her small, slender body. She was a short girl with a slender by swooping frame, skinny limbs, and perky little breasts, all of which was on display since she slept in nothing but a flimsy, transparent white nightgown. Her short blond hair was messy and tangled, and she ran her fingers through it as she stretched. 

"Good morning, sexy," a husky little voice said. 

Lily yelped as a slinky black cat with blood red eyes bounced onto her bed. The cat curled up right between Lily's legs with a devious little smile on its face.

"Oh no," Lily moaned. "Not right now, Pussy, please."

The black cat giggled mischievously with a girlish voice. It spun around, it's fur grazing over Lily's sensitive inner-thigh, and it quickly transformed into the shape of a busty young woman, one just as slender as Lily but slightly taller, and her hair was black, spiky, and trailed down to her shoulder blades. Her blood red eyes hung half-open as she pushed Lily down against the bed, her lips smothering the other girl's mouth, her tongue slipping inside. Pussy moaned as she pushed her naked body against Lily's chest, and one of the hands quickly snuck inside her nightgown to grope at the smaller girl's budding breasts.

"Pussy, stop!" Lily cried, trying her best not to become aroused. "You . . . oh . . . you can't just sneak in here and fuck me whenever you want!"

Pussy-pocket was sucking on the flesh of Lily's neck so hard she was going to leave a hickey. "Mmm . . . so sweet . . . how could you possible expect me to resist you, honey? You're so cute!" Pussy snickered evilly and leaned back, holding her hand up in front of Lily's face so the little girl could see her razor sharp claws. Pussy swiped, and Lily's flimsy nightgown was instantly torn to shreds, leaving her supple, soft flesh exposed to the lesbian assailant. Pussy's mouth found one of Lily's nipples, and she began to voraciously suck on it, at the same time her other hand pushed two fingers deep into Lily's pink flower. 

Lily moaned, but when she felt the first of what was sure to be several orgasms building up she just surrendered to it. Pussy would get bored of raping her . . . eventually.

#####

Several hours passed before Pussy had her fill of Lily's body. The poor apprentice was left coated with sweat and shivering with exhaustion, every inch of her little body quivering with the painful after-quakes of a dozen forced orgasms. Pussy for her part was swaggering out of the room with a satisfied grin on her face, licking her fingers clean of her favorite sex-toy. 

"Ba . . . ba . . . bitch," Lily whined. "I'm . . . I'm going to tell Mistress Nadia about this."

Pussy giggled as she licked her palm clean of Lily's cum. "Go ahead and be a tattletale, my little titty-treat. Just remember that you're just an apprentice, whereas I'm her familiar. Nadia's had over a dozen students just like you, and all of them have moved on to greater things . . . or are dead. But me, I've been with Nadia for decades, my soul is bound to hers, whereas you're just the flavor of the year . . . albeit you're the sweetest little thing I've ever had the pleasure of licking. Your brother's not bad either, what with that adorable baby face and freakishly gigantic cock of his."

Lily groaned angrily and tried to stand up, but the sensation in her body was too much and her pussy popped out another squirt of cum, and she fell back onto the mattress. 

"Oh, that reminds me," Pussy said, slowly shifting back into the form of a lanky black cat. "Nadia wants to see you. Something about going on a trip. You were supposed to be in her study over an hour ago. She's going to be pissed that you're late."

"That's not fair! I'm only late because you spent the last three hours fucking my brains out!"

Pussy's little cat shoulders shrugged as she slithered into the darkness. "Sucks for you."

Pussy's demonic laughter echoed throughout the small tower as Lily rushed to get dressed. 

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Lily was in such a hurry to get dressed that she was barely able to construct an outfit, so now she ran through the stone hallways of Nadia's vertical castle in nothing but an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of lacey thong panties. Lily had a ways to run too, since Nadia's bedroom and study were in an entirely different tower than where her bedroom was. The small tower Lily and Pad shared was small, but it had everything they needed: a kitchen, a small living room, a balcony, and a bedroom for them both to share. Nadia's tower on the other hand was like the phallic erection of a god, containing within it a hundred rooms, some of them mysterious and locked under spell and key, containing dangerous powers, ancient weapons, and immortal vampire sex-slaves. 

As Lily ran up the marble stairway into her mistress's tower she knocked over two of the maids, Glenda the Golem and Hanna the Homunculus, both of them being beings of clay and stone brought to life by Nadia's magic. Hanna was knocked over so hard that she actually broke, and her pretty head went bouncing down the stairs. 

"Hey! Watch where you're go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go-going!" Hanna whined as her head rolled down the steps. 

"Sorry Hanna," Lily yelled behind her as she ran up into the study. "I'll fix you later! Promise!"

By the time the spunky apprentice came to the giant wooden doors to Nadia's study she was pouring with sweat, and the stench of sex stuck to her like a cloud. She hadn't had any time to bathe, so all of the sticky, sexual mess that Pussy left her with still clung to her. Bursting through the heavy doors she was instantly confronted with the sight of her mistress, Nadia Méchant, Sorceress and Seductress Supreme, completely naked and bouncing up and down on her brother's massive cock. Her mistresses 'study' was really just a second bedroom, albeit one she studied in, but the study she seemed to be most dedicated to wasn't magic, but kinky, hardcore, back-breaking sex. 

Nadia was the most beautiful woman Lily had ever seen, she hated to admit. Although possibly centuries old, Nadia looked to be a specimen in her physical prime, a paragon of sexual power in corporeal form. Her green eyes were large, heavy, and always sparkling with naughtiness. Her lips were puffy and expressive, curving radically with every change of her turbulent emotions. Her body was that of a goddess of fertility mixed with a gazelle, both long and slender in limb and waist, but curvaceous and buxom in breast and buttocks. Her auburn hair clung to her back with sweat, perfectly balanced between red, brown, and gold. Her tits were something to behold, both of them bouncing up and down on her chest as she rode atop the large dick of a much smaller boy, Pad, Lily's brother.

Pad was very much like Lily: adorable and small, with a feminine face and messy blonde hair, but what really set him apart was that Pad was born with a tremendous penis that when semi-erect hung down to his knees like a third leg. It was partially because of this that Nadia had chosen to take the brother and sister orphans as her apprentices in the first place. No boy was allowed past Nadia's front gate if he didn't at least have seven inches in his pants, even if nothing sexual was going to occur with Nadia anyway. It was simply a matter of personal policy that Nadia did not speak to, look at, touch, listen to, or in anyway acknowledge the existence of men with small penises. Without exaggeration, she hated them almost more than anything.

Not that she liked conversing with well endowed men either. Pad at this very moment was strapped down to her bed by handcuffs and leather straps, and there was a rather lager rubber ball gagging his mouth. His eyes were rolled up into the back of his skull, and saliva poured down his chin and neck. He was clearly in pain, and judging from the swollen shape of his apricot-sized testicles it was due to prolonged denial. He was ready to cum. He had been ready to cum for hours probably, but when you with Nadia you only came when SHE wanted you to.

"You're late," Nadia said. Even though she wasn't looking at Lily it was obvious who she was talking to. 

Lily just stood there stiff as a board, trying to ignore the sight of her brother's testicles bouncing up and down as Nadia rode him into oblivion. His chest was crisscrossed with red scratches from her nails, evidence of several orgasms she had allowed herself to have. 

"Sorry Mistress, it's just . . . Pussy came into my room and -"

"I told your brother I'd let him cum as soon as you were here, but you're over two hours late. Do you have any idea how painful it is for a boy to be denied an orgasm for two hours? Do you have any idea how backed up he is?"

Lily blushed angrily. "I-"

"You were too busy playing pussy-party with Pussy-pocket to do as were told, and now poor little Pad is suffering for it. Your brother's balls are ready to explode. His cock is about to snap in half it's so hard. He's actually crying he needs to cum so bad. Crying like a little bitch. I had to gag him just so I wouldn't have to listen to his pathetic whimpering. One would assume a sister would care more about her brother than this, but I guess a selfish little slut like you only cares about getting fucked. Isn't that right?"

Lily wanted to scream. It was so unfair. It seemed to her that Nadia was basically describing herself, as this situation implied. After all, it was she was the one fucking Pad into a coma at this very moment.

"I . . . I . . ." Lily had trouble finding the right words, when many of the ones coming to her mind would certainly get her tied down to a torture device, naked, locked in a room with some very horny trolls.

Nadia stopped bouncing atop of Pad's nubile little body for one moment, massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples as a small orgasm ran though her. She bit her lip and tried to suppress a cry, but it was no use and within a second she was moaning in her musical voice as she rapidly began to grind against Pad's big cock. On wobbling legs she brought her feet into a standing position and pushed herself up, sliding off more inches of cock than Lily cared to count, and then Nadia grabbed the bed's headboard, squatting right over Pad's face. She ran her hand over her clit, and her cunt exploded, washing the submissive boy down with a spray of hot girl-cum from an orgasm so intense that Nadia's swooping arch of a back became a maze of slender, writhing muscles. When she came down from the trembling climax, her wet pussy slapped down onto Pad's face, smothering him. 

"Cu . . . come here," Nadia beckoned to Lily, her sensual body shaking with the lingering power of her climax. 

Lily scampered over, afraid to make her mistress any angrier. Big mistake. Nadia grabbed her messy blond hair and pulled her face down, hard. Lily opened her mouth to yelp in pain, but it was quickly filled with the thick girth of her brother's erect cock. Lily's eyes went wide as Nadia pushed down, shoving Pad's cock deeper and deeper into his sister's throat. 

Nadia snickered. "Now that you're here, I'll allow this poor boy to cum."

The sexy sorceress swiveled her long finger through the air, and the spell she had been using to stop Pad from climaxing was undone. Suddenly, and with great furry, the orgasm Pad had been denied for the last two hours of mind-shattering sex abruptly came to fruition. Thick, warm cum sprayed from the engorged tip of his penis so fast and with such force that it would have sent Lily's head flying, but Nadia held her down. The cum filled the girl's throat and mouth within milliseconds, and as she reflexively gagged on it the cum-cream started to spray out of her nose and the sides of her mouth. Her eyes rolled, her senses started to fog, and she gulped down mouthfuls of cum trying to breathe, but there was no air, just semen. She would have passed out had Nadia not then decided to let her go, and so she collapsed to the ground puking up more cum than a young stallion could produce. Nadia snickered evilly as she leaned back and gingerly stroked Pad's cock, pushing out the last several handfuls of seething spunk, and making sure to aim it over Lily's head. 

"Did you like that, sweetie?" she whispered into Pad's ear. "Aren't you glad I let you cum?" But when she looked down she saw that he was unconscious, his blue eyes all rolled up and blank. His orgasm has been so painfully good that it knocked the poor boy out cold. Nadia shrugged and stood up, grabbing a towel as she headed to her private bath.

"I need a bath, and so do you Lily. You smell like a cheap slut. Hurry up though. I want you to pack my carriage for a week's long journey to the Mountains of Fire. You and Pussy-pocket shall be attending me on this trip. Pad will stay behind to look after things."

"Why . . . (cough) . . . why are we going there?" Lily asked between regurgitated gulps of her brother's cum. 

Nadia sucked her fingers clean of the minimal amount of sperm that had landed on her. "I need to see a dwarf about a gem."

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Wherever there were mountains there were dwarves. Wherever they were gold and diamonds there were dwarves. Wherever there was beer there were dwarves, but that could be said for lots of races. The Mountains of Fire were rich in all those things, being a series of coastal mountains along a warm, temperate coast with many active, unpredictable volcanoes. These mountains also served as the dwarven kingdom of Karag Zharr, a rich and powerful nation, it somewhat small by comparison to others. The constant earthquakes and lava-flows continuously brought new gold and gems to the surface for mining, but also prevented any large cities from flourishing. 

Normally suspicious and unwelcoming, Lily was quite surprised to discover that Nadia's signature green and golden carriage was never stopped or searched by the dwarven guard. At each checkpoint and gate she was ushered through without delay, even while dozens of other travelling merchants and diplomats were left to wait. 

It was Lily who drove the carriage, and when she finally brought it to the massive golden gates of Karag Zharr she hopped out of her driver's seat and patted her rather sore bottom. 

"I can do that for you," a feline voice giggled from behind her. 

Lily felt Pussy-pocket's hands groping her tight little butt, massaging the sore muscles with a very lecherous enthusiasm. She turned to see that for once Pussy was wearing clothes, a skintight cat-suit of lacey black material that was transparent enough to show her nipples and the naked mound of her vagina. 

"Give it a rest," Lily sat, swatting Pussy's paws away. It had been like this for the last week. Every time they made camp, stayed at an end, went swimming, stopped to eat, or even just when Lily went to pee. Pussy was all over her, like always, and more than a few times she had gotten what she wanted. 

This time the horny demon did back off though, but only because Nadia was there, stepping out of the carriage in an extremely provocative outfit. It was a green dress, her signature color, over which she wore an excruciatingly tight leather corset, leather gloves, and leather boots with gigantic, metal heels. Her cleavage was popping out of a cutout in the shape of a circle so wide the rims of her nipples showed, and around her neck she wore a large necklace of gems, pearls, and gold clasps. She wore matching bracelets, and if anyone saw under her dress they'd see she was wearing diamond nipple-rings and a ruby piercing in her labia. Her auburn hair was held up in a lose bun that was studded with a hundred pins, each carved of ivory and studded with more tiny gems. 

The dwarven guards that came to escort them started to salivate when they saw Nadia, but it was probably the gems covering her body that aroused them most. Dwarves usually preferred strong, stout women to tall, slender ones, but nothing got their cocks harder than a nice chunk of gold.

"The King awaits you, enchantress," the lead guard said, his voice echoing out of the massive suit of armor he wore. "He received your message just two days ago, and has been eagerly awaiting you ever since."

Nadia smiled and flexed her back, causing her breasts to strain against the tight material of her dress. "Well, show me to his bedchamber then. I didn't come all this way to waste his time with talk."

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The king's bedchamber was massive, having been carved out of the very peak of a mountain. Although cold air blew through the giant open windows that overlooked the sparkling sea 3,000 feet below, the room was kept hot by several giant fireplaces and a fountain of actual lava. A giant bed covered in animal skins took up an entire side of the massive room, easily large enough to host an orgy, a perfect battleground for Nadia the Erotic Enchantress.

As soon as the three ladies were left alone Nadia began to strip naked, dropping her bodice to the floor and seconds later letting her green dress slip from her body. Her naked form sashayed across the room with so much swagger it even aroused Lily. Nadia was acting like she owned the place, running her hands over the king's things, kicking some of his clothes out of her way. She came to the bed and crawled up onto it, wiggling her curvy ass with excitement. Without even an ounce of embarrassment she leaned back against a mountain of pillows, spread her long legs, and began to casually masturbate. 

"Will you tell me what we're doing her now?" Lily asked, standing awkwardly by the large doors while her mistress made herself at home. "Please don't tell me we travelled a hundred miles just because you wanted some dwarf dick."

Nadia gave Lily a threatening frown. "I've travelled much further for much less, apprentice, and I've traded away prettier, smarter servants than you for less as well. But no, the sex is just a nice little bonus, as well as my currency."

"Currency?"

"I need something that King Zharrick has. Something very rare and very valuable and unfortunately despite the fact I once saved this entire kingdom from a very aggressive Fire Elemental the dwarves don't give anything away for free. Ever. They'll trade though."

"So you're trading sex for goods. I think there's a term for a woman who does that," Lily said, scratching her chin. 

Nadia snarled silently. "You know, the next time Pussy-pocket wants to rape you, I think I may cast a spell that gives her a big, fat cock to do it with. One with barbs. Sharp, poison-filled barbs." 

The large room filled with a booming echo as the massive doors swung back open, pushed by pulleys so heavy that it took ten dwarves to open and close each door. In walked a dwarf who could only have been this King Zharrick that Nadia spoke of. He was much taller than most dwarves, being almost five feet high and easily just as broad. His arms were colossal hunks of muscle, and each was bare except for some heavy golden bracers. His beard was thick and black, and it probably would have been longer than he was if it had not been tied up in a thick braid with golden clasps. Also, he seemed to be expecting Nadia. As he walked into the room he was already disrobing, dropping his golden armaments and expensive robes to the floor with a very casual demeanor. He looked excited, happy, very horny, but also a little suspicious. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 04



"Nadia, my favorite giant," the King's voice filled the large room. "So what brings your tall, high-of-the-ground ass to my kingdom and my bed?"

"Oh, Zharry, baby, why so suspicious?" Nadia cooed in the most insincere voice possible, hugging her large breasts up into his face. He was now naked from the waist up, and although he had a large stomach his body was rippling with titanic, powerful muscles. He must have easily weighed 500 pounds despite his short height. Compared to Nadia he was like a boulder and she a gazelle.

He reached out and pinched one of her nipples, twisting the diamond stud along with her soft, fragrant flesh. Nadia moaned and melted forward, both of her tits rolling like giant water drops across his hard face. A tremendous bulge started to grow in the lower half of his robes, one that started near his ankles and swelled with a girth comparable to his forearms. 

"Can't we talk about it after we fuck each other's brains out?" Nadia huffed, rubbing her giant milk-bags in his face without much subtlety.

A fat, pink nipple fell into his mouth but he spat it back out. "Tell me what you want first, human slut. I know you too well to trust being in your debt."

Nadia groaned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and once again stroking her own hairless vagina, not to tease him though. She was just horny, like always. "Fine. I want the Ruby of Rohannia."

King Zharrick snorted and chuckled. "The Ruby of Rohannia, I know it. Said to be one of the most beautiful rubies in the world, blood red, bigger than my cock (which is saying something). It wasn't dug up from the earth like a true gem, but created by the alchemist Rohannia before her death. What makes you think I have it?"

"Don't play dumb," Nadia said, playfully kicking him in the chest. "The Ruby sat in the Glendenshire Museum for years, until it was stolen last month."

The king's big eyebrow arched. "Oh really?"

"Yes! I know because I'm the one who hired the thief who stole it! Only problem is, the fucking bitch ran out on me when she got word of a wealthier buyer. And I know that buyer just happens to be," she reached up with her foot and tapped him on his nose with her toe, "you."

The King Chuckled, but swiped her elegant foot away. "So why not steal it from me?"

Nadia rolled her eyes and fell back again. "Because I know better, that's why. Even if I had a thousand master thieves, a thousand years, and a thousand spells for finding things, I'd never be able to break into your vaults. You dwarves hold on to your treasure tighter than a Vestaian Priestess holds on to her virginity. I know, I've fucked plenty." 

"And your plan is to fuck me for it?" King Zharrick asked, rubbing his large thumb over his lips. "What makes you think your skinny ass is worth the ruby. Pussy like yours comes and goes, and I know you 'cum' far more often than you go, but a gem like that lasts forever."

Nadia suddenly became very serious. She crouched up onto her hands and knees, striding forward on all fours like a rapacious tigress, her green eyes sparkling with anger, hunger, and lust.

"Give me the Ruby, and I swear to you, my King, that I will fuck your brains out like you've never been fucked before. I will pull out tricks I haven't used in years, shit that I don't even like, but will make your balls explode with so much cum it'll drown out the lava in this mountain. I'll fuck you so hard it'll cause earthquakes. I'll make your dick harder than a diamond, suck it wetter than a slug, and then pump it dryer than a desert. My sex with you will be epic, it'll be revelatory, and when I'm done you won't be able to tell the difference between the Ruby of Rohannia and your own shit."

The King was aroused beyond words by Nadia's threatening, almost violent flirtation. His robes now stood out in front of his waist by almost a foot, held up by something that was thicker around than Nadia's leg. He was breathing heavily and sweating now, his rippling muscles sparkling like living bronze. It wasn't clear whether he was going to have a heart-attack or an orgasm, but still, somehow, he seemed to be resisting Nadia the Irresistible.

Nadia sensed this and smiled wickedly with an idea. "And I'll let you fuck my apprentice."

The King turned and regarded Lily for the first time. Once it struck the little girl's head what was going on she squeaked and began to shiver. Lily wasn't even sure if she liked sex, considering that she only ever experienced it by being raped, but she sure as hell didn't like that idea of her tight little kitten being ripped in half by the colossal pillar of cock hiding beneath the King's robes. He might have been a dwarf, but she was the tiny one compared to him. 

King Zharrick was swayed. "I'll break her, you know. Break her in half"

Nadia shrugged. "Go ahead. Little bitch deserves it."

Nadia reached down and tugged at the remains of the King's clothing, tearing the expensive gold-woven silks apart as she did so. What was unleashed was a monster of misogynistic proportion, a penis the likes of which would have caused a bull to slump. Twelve inches of cock so fat that just by looking at it Lily knew she wouldn't be able to get her fingers to touch when wrapped around it. The balls that hung beneath the King's battering-ram where each the size of a small apple, bulging in their leathery sack with the promise of more spunk than even Nadia would know what to do with.

"Alright," the King said. "You and the girl, at the same time, however I want it. After that I will TELL you where the gem is.

Lily was crying. "But . . . don't I get a say in this?"

Nadia snickered. "In what? Trading sex for goods? There's a word for women like that, you know, and you, Lily, are every single one of them. Now get over here, get on your knees, and get to work you little slut." 

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Stripped naked and kneeling on a bundle of furs, Lily tenderly ran her little pink tongue over the heavy head of the King's hard cock, paying special attention to the flanged rim along the top, and the salty crevice of his urethra. Both of her petite hands worked the shaft, scooting up and down the incredible length from groin to helmet, her smooth skin gliding over the rugged leather that encased his penis. She had seen Nadia use a similar technique on the many men and creatures she had fucked in Lily's presence, and they all seemed to love it. Lily didn't want the King to love this though, she just wanted him to finish. 

Nadia stood over her naked of everything except for her jewelry, diamond piercings, and a healthy sheen of sweat. The flames from the roaring fireplace cast an orange glow over the sumptuous curves of her back and highlighted the erotic swaying of her buttocks as she slowly writhed against the hard body of the King. She was bent over at the waist, kissing the top of his head as her tits dangled in his face and he sucked vigiously at her nipples. Occasionally she'd reach down and stroke his fat cock with her talented hand, but Lily wished she wouldn't. Her fingers only caused his cock to swell even more, and worse, Nadia would then grab the back of her head and push her forward, shoving his thick pussy-breaker down her throat until she gagged and choked for air. 

"Fucking amateur," Nadia hissed. She kicked Lily aside and kneeled in front of the King, leaning over until her breasts touched the ground so she could wrap her own lips around the helmet of his womb-buster, and she started to slide her throat back and forth on it, easily fucking herself on it like a human cock-sleeve. 

Lily crawled on the floor to get away, but the King grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. His large hand cupped her little ass and lifted her into the air, planting her on his shoulders so that her little pussy covered his mouth. Lily was amazed by how hot his skin was, and her own flesh sizzled against it. His tongue was especially hot as well, and when it forcefully pushed its way into the pink folds of her vagina she squealed with shock, but within seconds she was melting into it like butter in a frying-pan. The king knew how to eat pussy and hit a clit in just the right way with his tongue, and Lily had a very sensitive clit. 

Despite herself she started to enjoy it, and without thinking she bean thrusting her hips into his face as her little hands held onto his thick black hair for support. She was on the cusp of an orgasm when she felt a second tongue wiggling into the crevice of her ass. Lily arched back to see that Nadia was kneeling under her, holding Lily up so she could eat out the little girl's tight clean asshole. The look on Nadia's face was wicked and dominant. The tip of her serpentine tongue was just poking at the rim of Lily's anus, but then Nadia moaned, and it suddenly burst its way inside. 

"Oh . . . oh my . . . oh shit . . . I . . . I don't want this, I . . . AAAH!!!" Lily arched back until her little breasts bounced on her chest and her spine nearly snapped. Her pussy popped while the King's tongue was still inside her, spilling a mouthful of her honey into his mouth. Nadia had to squeeze her apprentice's ass-cheeks to keep the bucking girl in place, and her tongue got stuck when the little girl's muscles clamped down. 

It took a while, but Lily eventually came down, and she slowly slid of the King's shoulders and into Nadia's arms. Dazed and confused, Lily saw Nadia's erect nipple hanging above her face, and she weakly puckered her lips and took it into her mouth, sucking down on it like a timid little baby. 

"Look at that," Nadia cooed. "One little orgasm and this stubborn little brat becomes a horny little baby." She gently rubbed her hands over Lily's small breasts, exciting her even more while keeping her lost in a sexual fog. "What do you say, my King? Want to rip this little cunt's pussy apart?"

The king moaned, stroking his massive meat-staff as he watched the little girl nursing on her dominatrix. "No. Not yet. Let her see what she's going to get first. You. Bend the fuck over, whore."

Nadia smiled and bit her lip, impressed by the King's tough talk. She eased Lily down onto the bed and then got on top of her, her large breasts nearly smothering the little girl, her ass hanging off the side.

The King's strong hands groped at the large, firm cheeks of Nadia's buttocks, prying them apart so he could get a look at her dripping cunt. He leaned in and pushed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and scooping into it like a bowl of honey. Nadia leaned her head back and roared at the ceiling in approval, her green eyes luminous with lust. Her body began to rock back and forth, her large breasts sliding all over Lily's face, her vaginal mount rubbing over Lily's vaginal mound. Although it wasn't the penetration of sex, Lily was more aroused by this heavy petting, and soon she was once again sucking on her mistress's nipples, and wrapping her legs around Nadia's narrow waist. 

"Ooooh, how come you never suck my nipples like that?" Pussy-pocket asked. She had taken human form and was totally naked again, perched on the bed close by. She was not participating, but as her hands ran over her pale body and furiously punished her horny clit she became an enthusiastic spectator. 

Nadia was grunting and moaning as she took the hard tongue-fucking to her pussy, loving what a good cunt-muncher the King was. When he stopped her whole body quivered with withdrawal, and the whined like a bitch begging her master for a treat. Little tears came to her eyes as she bit her lip and looked back beseechingly, but she didn't have to wait long before she felt the wide head of his cock push against her. His hands grabbed her waist and held in place as she writhed and wiggled, and he slowly pushed his ramrod into the tense, wet lips of pussy. It was a tight fit, but only at first. As soon as his fat head popped in the thick shaft followed it like a warm knife cutting through ice-cream, and he went so deep in the first stroke that his balls swung up and smacked Lily's clit. Lily was instantly awakened from her daze and she suddenly realized that what was happening to Nadia was going to happen to her. 

"Time to earn that ruby, you arrogant bitch," the King growled, grabbing a fistful of Nadia's auburn hair and yanking it back. Nadia wailed in ecstatic pain as her slender body was bent into a horseshoe shape, with her head coming back so far the King could nibble on her earlobe while he fucked her ass. His other hand came around and grabbed one of her bouncing tits, squeezing it so hard the flesh oozed from between his fingers. He began to buck, slowly at first, but with long, powerful thrusts that send the full foot-length cock in and out from ball to helmet. As he picked up pace Nadia began to lose her composure, whimpering and sniveling as her womb was getting punched around from the inside, her other breast bouncing up and down so rapidly that it would slap her in the chin. She flexed to resist the mind-blowing pain and pleasure, causing her slender stomach to ripple with the slight definition of her strong abdominal muscles, made all the more apparent by the orange glow of the fire.

"Nadia," Lily whispered. "You can't let this guy fuck me. He's WAY too big. He'll ripe me in half."

"Do-do-don't worry. . . (mmm)," Nadia moaned back, barely able to speak as her stomach was getting punched up into her chest. "I can . . . I can . . . FUCK . . . I can handle this loser."

Lily was lying on her back beneath this, trapped in a theatre of hardcore sex. She couldn't help herself, as much as she wanted to escape, one of her hands found her breast, the found her pussy, and she began to fuck herself feverishly as she watched her domineering mistress getting her organs rearranged. Pussy-pocket crawled forward, desperately hoping for some attention from her favorite little crush, and Lily humored her. She leaned her blonde head back and grabbed for Pussy's spiky black hair, pulling her in for a wet, tongue-filled erotic kiss.

The King watched this and lost it. 

"Holy shit!" he cried. "Fuck yeah. Kiss her. Suck her tongue you little slut. Finger yourself while I break this whore's cunt open. Get yourself ready for it because you're next you stupid, horny, little human slut . . . uh . . . uh . . . FUCK!!!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Nadia screamed. "You're fucking KILLING me, you fucking STUD! FUCKE ME!!!"

The King yanked hard on Nadia's hair one last time, releasing her swollen breast so he could spank her ass, and then hold her waist in place as he delivered one final, deep thrust of his womb-driller into her body, penetrating her so deep and violently that her stomach bulged from the impact. He screamed but now sound come out, only a hot wave of spit that flew into Nadia's weeping face. His balls felt like they were imploding from the pressure of his orgasm, and the sound of his semen rushing into the enchantress's abused body was so loud it sounded like water being poured from one jug to another. Nadia came as well, something inside her popping and unleashing a hot torrent of cum that dropped down her dominator's cock, balls, and legs. She shivered while impaled on him, a long series of meaningless words coming from her jittering mouth. Her eyes were rolled up so far they were white, and a long strand of drool hung from her puffy lips. She was still standing, but she was totally fucked-out, no longer cognizant of the world. 

The king let go of her, and although she stayed impaled on him for a moment, Nadia slowly slipped to the ground, his still erect cock popping free with a wet smack, and she fell tits-first to the floor. He stroked himself, pumping two more shots of semen into the air. The first went wide and landed in Nadia's hair, and the second streaked across Lily's prone, sweaty little body, leaving a white oozy trail of cum from her chin to her navel. The heat of the semen sizzling against her body shook Lily fully awake, and she started to cry. There was no way she could do this. If the King was capable of fucking Nadia out cold than he'd probably kill her. 

The King didn't seem to care. He stood on Nadia's collapsed, gushing body like a barbarian conqueror over the body of his ravished opponent, stroking his hard cock to its full girth. He was ready to go again. 

He grunted. "By the Gods, Nadia, you do have the best pussy of anything I've ever fucked, and that tongue of yours puts the Nymphs to shame. But you're still going to have to do a lot better to earn the Ruby of Rohannia. I'll let you have a quick breather will a fuck this little slut of yours in two."

He grabbed Lily's ankles and pulled her body forward, spreading her legs so wide she was doing the splits. His cock slapped down across her stomach and she sobbed at the sight of it. His hot, heavy balls were resting on her wet pussy, and the thick shaft stretched all the way passed her navel, almost touching the bottoms of her breasts. That wasn't possible. It wasn't going to fit. He was going to cripple her. He slapped his cock against her body once and then pulled it back, lining up the tip of his rhinoceros-cock to her tiny pink kitten, pushing forward even though his helmet was wider than her vulva. 

Pussy-pocket hissed at the King and held her friend's hand, but she could do nothing. Lily had learned a long time ago that a Familiar could not defy their master's last direct order, and Nadia's last spoken word had been allowing the King to rape Lily. The blonde apprentice wanted to believe that if Nadia was conscious right now she'd stop this, or cast a spell of elasticity to save her, but neither of those things was coming. 

"Please!" Lily cried. "Please don't! I . . . I don't-"

TWANG!

THUNK!

"AAAAGHGH!!!"

The King screamed. He fell back from Lily. His big cock wagged in the air as he bounced up and down in pain. He turned around, reaching for something in his back, and Lily saw that there was a crossbow-bolt embedding in the thick muscles between his shoulder blades.

"What . . . what the fuck is this!!!" the King yelled. 

"The Ruby of Rohannia!" A woman's voice yelled; a stern, slightly masculine, but beautiful voice. "Where is it?"

The king looked over to the window. "Y-you? What are you doing back here? Traitor! I bought the ruby from you, you fucking Dark Elf bitch! I paid a fucking fortune for it, you blue-skinned piece of shit!"

Lily looked to see a tall, busty, sexy silhouette standing in the window. The mysterious woman strode forward on long, powerful legs, all the while cocking her crossbow with another shot. She was a Dark Elf, obvious from her perfect face, shining yellow eyes, pointy ears, white hair, and beautiful blue skin that was rippling with slender muscles. Most of her body was on display because the clothing she wore was really nothing more than a serious of leather straps that restrained her huge breasts and then disappeared down the crack of her ass with a very tight thong. Her legs and arms were incased in skin tight leather, and the straps that covered her body held small pouches, daggers, and other small weapons. She wore a long red scarf that billowed in the wind like a cape, and all things considered she looked very deadly. 

Nadia groaned as she slowly came back to her senses, although her hair stuck to her face with drool. "Korinda? What're you doing here?"

"You BITCH!" Korinda yelled, aiming the crossbow right at Nadia's sex-dazed face, one trigger-pull away from giving Nadia's body a new hole. "You fucking, evil SLUT! I should kill you right now for what you've done to me!"

"Done to you?" Nadia asked, struggling to her knees. "You bailed on me with the ruby, AFTER taking my payment, just so you could sell it to this asshole. I should be the one aiming a crossbow at your face, you blue-bellied bitch."

Little tears were in the corners of Korinda's slanted eyes, and even though most of her lovely face was covered by her red scarf, it was obvious she was very angry and hurt. "If I had known what the Ruby was for I would have never stolen it for you, you selfish witch." 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 04



"What . . . what are you tall sluts talking about?" the King yelled, still trying to reach the crossbow bolt in his back. "I'll fuck you both up. I'll lock you in the dungeons and have my guards run a train on you all. You sluts like sucking cock? Good, because that's all your lives will be once I-"

BAMF!

Korinda threw a small grenade right into the King's face, and it exploded with a paralytic dust. The king breathed it in, sneezed, and then slowly tipped over like a tree falling, slamming into the floor face first. 

Korinda's toss had only taken a millisecond, but that was all Nadia needed to cast a spell. She waved her hand and suddenly a dozen shards of ice solidified in the air, and they sped right for the dark-elf. Korinda back-flipped and cart-wheeled out of the way with the grace of an erotic acrobat, but once shard came close enough to cut through one of her leather straps, allowing one large breast to bounce free. Her nipple was dark blue, and very erect.

"WHORE!" Korinda yelled, reaching behind her back and then whiping two daggers into the air, one aimed for Nadia's throat and the other for her heart.

Nadia stood her ground and flexed, her skin quickly transforming into shiny, polished steel. The daggers bounced off and she turned human again, unable to move in her metal-state. 

Korinda was coming at her with a spinning kick, the heel of her boot flashing with the blade imbedded in it. Nadia ducked and narrowly dodged the lethal kick, and she resounded with a kick of her own, but this one dragged a tiny windstorm behind it. Although Korinda dodged the kick it didn't matter. A maelstrom swept over her body with such power that it stripped her naked of more of her clothing and lifted her into the air. Nadia kicked again, this time summoning a small tornado, and Korinda was tossed out of the window like a leaf in a hurricane. 

POP!

ZING!

Korinda should have fallen 3,000 feet to her death, but instead she pulled a grappling-gun from her belt and aimed it for the King's balcony. She made the shot and the hook sunk deep into the stone, so although her tiny shape swung out of sight it was obvious that she was going to be back up in only a matter of minutes. 

Nadia marched over to the King's paralyzed body and pulled him up. 

"I don't have any more time for this! Give me the fucking ruby NOW!" Nadia yelled, pushing her tits into his chest as she pulled his beard. 

The King chuckled weakly. "I . . . I don't have it."

Nadia's big green eyes went wide with shock, and then narrowed in anger. "What the fuck do you mean you don't have it?"

"It . . . it was stolen from me too. By the dragon, Phaug. He has been raiding our vaults from the tunnels beneath the earth, swimming through the magma. He took the Ruby from me."

"But . . . but your promised to give it to me! Bastard! I was going to let you rape Lily for nothing . . . other than my amusement!"

The king laughed again. "I only promised to TELL you where it was, and so I have. It is deep within the earth, lost in the magma caverns, probably swallowed by Phaug. I've kept my end of the promise."

Nadia was so angry her breasts shook, but she took a deep breath and collected herself. She then pushed the king into a full sitting position, and with her fit straightened his big cock out along the floor. She kneeled in front of him and took the cock into one of her hands, stroking it until it was just as thick and hard as it had been before. Even through the paralysis, the King cold feel the exquisite hand-job, but when Nadia's other hand started to sparkle with arcane energy he knew something was wrong.

"What . . . what are you doing?" he asked, horrified. 

Nadia was now holding a lightning-bolt in her hand, with chaotic blue energy bouncing between her fingers and travelling down her wrist. Nadia waved her hand near a vase on the closest table, and as the energy sparked over to it the vase exploded into a thousand fragments. 

"I'm keeping my end of the promise," Nadia said, lowering her thunder-hand to the King's dick. "I swore to fuck you in ways you've never been fucked before. Well, here goes."

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Naked and dripping with sweat, Nadia fought her way to the deepest tunnels of Karag Zharr, brushing aside fully armored dwarven warriors with mere waves of her hand, either summoning rolling waves of ice, or suddenly magnetizing their armor. Each and every dwarf in the King's guard was a half-ton of steel and muscle, but against the arcane wiles of a wicked witch they were like kittens trying to stop a tigress.

Lily followed after her mistress, also naked coated with sweat, but she did her best to avoid the throwing axes and screaming warriors. Pussy-pocket protected her all the while, once again in the form of a cat, although she's quickly dissapate into a streaking bolt of black lightning to knock weapons aside and clear a path for her favorite treat. 

When the party of naked beauties came to a massive gate carved from basalt and volcanic rock Nadia turned and pressed her hand against Lily's naked chest, stopping the little girl from running any further.

"Past this gate are the lava-flows," Nadia said. "And within them, some path to the dragon Phaug."

"You can't be serious!" Lily screamed, pressing her naked body against her mistresses. "You can't face a dragon, even as powerful as you are! Is this ruby really that important?"

"Yes," Nadia smiled. "And don't worry about me, sweetie. I've tussled with the ancient powers before . . . and in more ways then one. It's too dangerous for you here now. I want you to take Pussy and get to the carriage. Ride it out of the kingdom and into the forest. I'll find you, so long as Pussy is with you. After that, we'll all go home together."

"But-"

Lily was silenced by a heavy kiss that sent Nadia's tongue deep into her mouth, almost snaking its way down into her throat. The taller woman hugged her close, pushing their firm breasts together, grinding the shaved mounds of the vulvas with sexual friction. Nadia moaned softly into Lily's body, and that slight vibration was enough to tickle the girl into a small, subtle orgasm. 

When Nadia pulled away Lily was gasping and her knees were quivering. It had been one hell of a kiss. 

"Now go!" Nadia said, and without another word she turned and slipped past the narrow opening of the massive basalt gates, disappearing into the sweltering darkness.

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When Nadia found an open lava-flow she began to discard what small remnants of ornament she had left, namely her nipple-piercings and hairpins. Although she was discarding a fortune's worth of diamonds and gold, all of it was nothing compared to the value of the ruby, for which she was willing to discard even more.

She stood before the furious red glow of the lava breathing heavily, her large breasts heaving from the intense heat, and she began to summon a spell. The glistening layer of sweat that dripped from her sensuous form began to sparkle with unnatural light, as if each of her pores was becoming a small diamond, and her puffy nipples shone like dark rubies. Stepping into the lava, the molten rock hissed around her skin, and bubbled over her leg, but it did not burn her. It was hot, very hot, but Nadia was a woman who liked it hot. 

Taking a deep breath, she submerged into the lava and let the current sweep her away, every inch of her naked body caressed by a powerful tide of liquid fire. She drifted for only a matter of minutes, but the intense heat and blazing darkness of the under-earth made such short time feel like an eternity, but just as she reasoned, the underground current soon swept out into a thick, fiery sea, and the narrow veins of the earth opened into a massive chasm, one large enough to hold a dragon.

Nadia emerged from the lava and stood on a large rock, allowing the red-hot syrup to ooze from her body, leaving her unharmed and unscathed, but significantly drained of her magical powers. If she had her demonic familiar with her she would rebound quickly, but without Pussy-pocket Lily would most likely be captured or killed, and Nadia didn't want that. As much as she bullied the little girl, Nadia had come to genuinely love her blonde-headed apprentice . . . just not as much as her brother's big cock. Pad's big cock, Pad himself, and then Lily: that was the order she loved them.

Nadia had to reconsider her decision though when she felt the sharp point of a dagger press against her naked back, and another sliding against the smooth flesh of her breast. The knife's edge kissed the tip of her nipple, just enough pressure to push it in without cutting the flesh.

"Hello again, bitch," Korinda said, whispering hot breath into Nadia's ear.

Nadia kept her cool, regardless of the fact she was centimeters away from death and still magma-hot. "Korinda, you sneaky, slit-licking slut. How did you get down here so quickly?"

"I knew that Phaug stole the Ruby of Rohannia, and I found an entrance into his cavern days ago. I just wanted to kill you and King Zharrick first, but you've already fucked up that part of the plan, and now I have to kill you and a fucking dragon all at once."

"Oh please," Nadia rolled her eyes, doing her best to not seem as afraid as she actually was. "You can't slay a dragon, Korinda. You're a master thief, a deadly assassin, an excellent spy, (and you're not bad in bed), but you do not have what it takes to slay a dragon."

"Well, I have to if I want to undo what you've done to me, you twisted, evil, slut-"

And suddenly a great rumbling shook the cavern walls. Chunks of basalt and ash fell from the ceiling, revealing giant glowing crystals of quartz and amethyst that were larger than trees. A writhing, swiveling shape spiraled out of the darkness, a serpentine shadow that slithered around them. Suddenly Nadia and Korinda were looking up into the leering face of a massive, muscular, dragon. His chest and arms were like a man's, but the rest of his body was like a snake, his spine running with barbs, and from his shredded waistline hung a thick muscle that any woman would have recognized instantly: a giant, fat cock.

"Well, well, well," Phaug's smug voice boomed in the crystal room. "Lucky me. I have two new gems to add to my collection."

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Nadia screamed as one of Phaug's massive fingers punched up the folds of her pussy, his slippery scales sliding over her clitoris, but her mouth was quickly filled by the hard, giant head of his cock as it pushed through her lips and down her throat. Nadia's green eyes went wide as the dragon began to plunge her throat, his cock so long and thick that it entered her stomach and bulged in her neck. If Nadia had been a normal mortal her neck would have snapped from the force of the skull-fucking, but what little that remained of her magic kept her alive, if just barely. 

As her body was slid back and forth over the titanic meat of Phaug's cock, she looked up to see that Korinda wasn't getting it any easier. Her blue, naked body struggled in the grasp of his the dragon's other hand, his thumb pressing down on her large breasts, his smaller fingers prying her strong legs apart. His long tongue snaked up her leg and tickled the mound of her vulva, and soon she was so wet that drops of her pussy-honey were falling onto Nadia's face and into her eyes. She watched as Phaug's tongue pushed against the tight hole of Korinda's cunt, struggling for just a moment, and then punching in with such force that the dark elf's breasts bounced on her chest. Phaug's hot, slippery tongue wiggled deep, exploring every wet, tight, little curve of the elf's insides, fucking her in places that only Nadia had been able to find before. 

"Sta . . . sta . . . STOP!" Korinda screamed. "MONSTER!"

Phaug withdrew his tongue from Korinda's body so quickly that her insides nearly came with it, and her pussy unleashed a wet rain onto Nadia's face. He laughed. "Stop? You want me to stop? I know why you're here, dark elf. You're here to steal my treasure. Foolish little toy. You sought to take something from my collection, but now you are going to be added to it. You'll spend the rest of your short, mortal life as my sexual pet, although I'm sure I'll fuck you to death long before you would have achieved it naturally. Most women don't even survive the first time I fuck them."

"You . . . you demon!" Korinda screamed, futilely struggling his mightily grip. Her strong, curvaceous body simply did not have the strength to wiggle free from his grasp, and he continued to grope her like a young boy might with a toy. "I'm not you damn toy! I'm no one's toy! And fucking me would be the worst mistake of your immortal life! You'll be the one who dies-"

"Trying to threaten me?" the dragon interrupted, sounding amused. 

"No!" Korinda screamed. "I'm trying to warn you. I have-"

Phaug growled. "Shut up whore. I've grown weary of the sound of your voice. It's time I learned what real use your throat can be put to."

Phaug tucked Nadia's body of his long, gigantic cock, his bulbous head popping free from her slackened throat and droopy lips. She had been chocking so long on his leviathan ramrod that she was barely conscious, so when he tossed her lewd body into the dirt all she could do was roll over onto her back and let her large breasts bounced up and down as she gasped for air. Phaug then repositioned Korinda upside-down, hanging her above the erect tip of his penis. 

"Oh goddess," Korinda whimpered. "Wait! Don't-GULMPH!"

Phaug slammed Korinda mouth-first onto his cock, and her wet throat slid down the thick mast like a well lubricated glove, going as deep as it possibly could, and leaving her stretched lips just inches from the base, where his melon-sized testicles hung, each boiling with draconic semen. Korinda was unable to speak being impaled the way she was, so all she could do was muffle and scream as she desperately tried to slide back up, but it was no use. She really was a toy in his hands. 

"Ah, wonderful," Phaug roared. "I'd forgotten how smooth and elf's insides were."

Gripping her waist he pulled her up, and then slammed her back down, pulled her up, and slammed down. Soon the distance of cock pistoning in and out of her esophagus could be measured in feet rather than inches, and Korinda was soon blacking-out from the overwhelming sensation of her entire upper-body being used like a vagina. Her large breast bounced up and down with every thrust, slapping against the tight muscles of her abdominals, making a beating SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Phaug pried her legs open and exposed her sweat pleasure-boat again, pushing his hot tongue deep into her erogenous bowels, slithering against her g-spot like he was trying to wear it out, and despite herself Korinda was being pushed into a painful, mind-crushing orgasm. 

"So . . . fucking . . . SWEET!!!" Phaug roared, gently biting down on the meat of her pussy.

That was too much for Korinda. Her narrow eyes exploded as she muffled something in her cock-stuff throat, and started to cry. Every muscle in her slender body flexed as her assaulted cunt exploded with a shower of hot cum, which trickled down all over her body and onto Phaug's face, and much of it splashing across the exhausted Nadia. 

"SLUT!!! DIE!!!" Phaug yelled, and his own orgasm came. His giant testicles rumbled as entire gallons of thick, piping hot semen gushed up the infinite length of his pulsing muscle, and right into the stomach of Korinda. She was filled up within seconds, and then the salty slush stated to spray out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth. Her flat, toned stomach actually started to swell with the amount of cum filling her, and the pressure slowly caused her body to rise off of his penis, every inch gaining speed until she flew off with a big, wet POP! Her body didn't fly far before it flopped to the ground next to Nadia, a large splash of semen vomiting from her mouth as she landed. Korinda coughed, and out oozed more spunk than a hundred men could produce, and she fell into it face-fist, unconscious and probably in a coma. 

Phaug pressed his hand against her body, squeezing out the last of his cum that was in her gut, and he jacked his cock until the last gallon or so was pumped across Korinda' defeated body. 

"Hmm, still alive," he noticed, sounding a little impressed. 

He left Korinda there, unconscious in a pool of semen, and he turned to Nadia. 

"You," he roared. "You are also here to steal from me. Aren't you, witch? Tell me which of my famous gems you've come for. The Sapphire of Sappho? The Emerald of El-allah? The Ruby of Rohannia? Tell me so I'll know which one I should place your dead body before after I've raped the life out of you."

"Na . . . na . . . none of them, my lord," Nadia said, speaking in a deep, husky voice. 

The dragon grumbled. "None? Don't lie to me whore. I am going to rape you to death, that is certain, but whether or not you enjoy it is up to me. Remember that next time you lie to me."

"I'm . . . I'm not lying," Nadia lied. "I came here . . . for you."

Phaug grunted. 

Nadia bit her lip and looked up at him with her biggest, most sparkling green 'fuck-me' eyes. "I came here for . . . your cock."

Phaug actually looked surprised by that, and his mammoth penis twitched. 

"I . . . I can think of no greater mercy than dying under the rapturous thrusts of your mighty weapon, oh Phaug, the Heartbreaker. This thief, this dark elf slut, she's the one who came to rob you. She has travelled the earth stealing the largest and rarest gems for herself. I am like her in a way, but instead of gems I have journeyed long and far for the biggest, baddest, thickest cocks the world has to offer, and you Phaug, the Pussycrusher, are by far the mightiest and sexiest of them all."

At least that was partly true. Nadia would go pretty far out of her way just to get a big one. 

Phaug for once was at a loss for words. "So . . . you . . . wish for me to rape you?"

Nadia giggled hugging her arms around his cock and kissing its leathery underside. "Oh baby, it isn't rape if I want it."

Phaug was dumbstruck as Nadia pushed his rigid cock down, bending the muscle so she could lower his cum-filled urethra to her mouth. His cum-slit was as large as a wedge in a watermelon, and when Nadia dove in and ran her tongue along the sensitive inner flesh of his penis the dragon actually whimpered a little. 

"Mmm . . . I hope you're not tickling baby," Nadia said, winking. 

"I . . . I . . . SHUT UP AND SUCK MY DICK!" Phaug roared, not that Nadia needed to be told. She was already running her tongue along every grotesque groove of his dick, tickling the underside of his flanged rim, the inner-folds of his foreskin, and all the while her foot was pressed against his colossal testicles, applying just enough pressure to be both pleasurable and also a little threatening. 

"Mmm . . . I do love sucking your powerful phallus, oh Phaug the Virile, but you've already gotten two blowjobs. Aren't you ready for some pussy?" As she said this she sat down on Korinda's body, leaned back, and spreading her legs, filling Phaug's eyes with the feast of her scrumptiously tight flesh. 

"I'll probably kill you," Phaug warned. 

"Then I'll die happy. Now stop being such a god's-damn faggot and FUCK ME!"

Shamed by her sudden dominance, Phaug grabbed Nadia by her waist, lifted her in the air, and roared right into her face. Hot breath and wind blasted her body with such force that her breasts trembled and her auburn hair whipped in the air, but she never lost her impudent look. Phaug lowered the pink flesh of her cunt to the giant head of his cock, and was sure that Nadia would beg him to stop, but she didn't, even though his genitals compared to hers was like an anaconda trying to slither into a small, pink lily. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 04



Phaug looked into her eyes one more time, uneased by the mortal's confidence, and equally enraged by her arrogance. She was looking right back at him, licking her lips and breathing heavily. 

"What . . . the fuck . . . are you waiting for," she growled. "Do I need to get a spear, bend you over a rock, and fuck YOU, you bitch?" She sucked in air and then spat, sending a wad of saliva right across his scaled face. 

Phaug was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled on her legs. The head of his cock punched into her pussy and her gut was instantly distended by the large, pulverizing muscle impaling her. The air was socked out of Nadia's lungs as her stomach was punched from the bottom. The impact was so hard and so sudden her vision went blurry, and as it came back she felt the hardest, thickest muscle in the world grinding against her g-spot, plus a number of other spots she didn't know she had. Phaug's wet tongue slithered over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, and coating her in his hot saliva. Then he really began to fuck her, holding onto a leg and her waist, jacking her up and down like a lubricated sex-toy on his impossible cock. The penis-bulge shape in her gut punched upward like a demonic baby trying to be born, and every stroke went in with a ripping sound of wet, soft flesh grinding against hard muscle. Phaug fucked Nadia harder than he had even fucked a mortal woman before, but whereas most of them had been reduced to meaty bag of cum and broken bones by this point, Nadia was grunting and squealing like a young maiden being rutted for the first time. She was . . . enjoying it. 

"Who . . . who the fuck are you?" Phaug asked, unable to stop fucking her, unable to WANT to stop. As much as her was beating her up, stretching her out, and utterly destroying her pussy, he was also being sucked in. This was the best sex he had ever felt. 

"I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm," Nadia's voice rose higher and higher, until it was a high-pitch squeal. "I'M CUMMING!!!!!!"

Nadia came like a waterfall, and the loosened lips of her pussy suddenly regained their elasticity, clamping down on the iron-flesh of Phaug's cock. Her long, gazelle-like legs wrapped around the neck of his penis and squeezed, holding him in place, and even pushing him deeper. She was like a soft, wet, hot little vice, and Phaug wanted nothing more than to bust an epic nut inside her . . . but he couldn't. She was squeezing him too tight, the semen was trapped. It bubbled like boiling oil, burning his sensitive flesh from the inside. He looked into Nadia's twitching, ecstatic face, and he saw an insane, beautiful grin. 

"SO GOOD!" she screamed. "C'mon! Cum! Cum for me you faggot worm!"

His massive hands gripped her little body and tried to pry her off, but she wouldn't budge. He tried pushing her down, but that only made it worst. She was leaning back now, bending his iron-hard cock at a painful angle, allowing pressure to build in his testicles till the bursting point. His balls were rumbling. They were actually turning blue. They were going to pop. 

"Pu . . . pu . . . please," Phaug whimpered. 

"Please? Please what, bitch?" Nadia hissed, reaching down and scraping her sharp nails across the flesh of his penis. 

The pain was driving Phaug insane. "Please . . . please let me cum."

"Where's your treasure?"

"What? I . . . fuck you . . . treacherous bitch!" Phaug could barely speak he needed to cum so badly. 

"No gems, no cum," Nadia said with the most arrogant smile on her lovely face. "It's really just a question of which jewels are more valuable to you. The ones you've been stealing from the dwarves, or the two you were born with." Nadia leaned back again, this time nearly snapping his dick in half, and the pressure actually sent cum rushing back into his balls, causing them to swell unbearable. 

Phaug couldn't bare it anymore. He was actually crying. He didn't even know that he could cry until today. "Alright . . . they're . . . they're all hidden down the tunnel to the left. Follow it until you come to the glowing amethysts, and then turn right. My horde is hidden behind a false wall there. Now please . . . please just end it."

Nadia giggled. "Alright, you big baby. Here it comes. Get ready to cum your fucking brains out, because when you fuck with Nadia, you fuck with the-"

Nadia unwrapped her legs and was instantly hit with a tidal wave of cum the likes of which she had never felt before. Her stomach swelled instantly and her pussy began to gush hot torrents of cum. Phaug roared and pushed down on her shoulders, preventing her from escaping. He roared as he came, his tongue wagging out the side of his mouth, and his cock erupting like a volcano. The sensation was too much for Nadia as well, who overestimated herself, and for the second time that day found herself cumming so hard she black out.

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"So in the end you could only make it out with the Ruby of Rohannia?" Lily asked as she splashed warm spring water over her mistress's naked body, washing away the many layers of dragon-cum covering her.

"That was all I could manage, with my legs barely working. Such a shame. Phaug had a hundred gems just like it, diamonds as big as my head, but I barely regained consciousness before he did. Luckily for me it took him long enough to recover for me to grab the ruby and find my way out."

Miles away from the Mountains of Fire, Nadia bathed naked in a warm stream along with Lily and her familiar Pussy-pocket, whose presence was working wonders on repairing her body. The orgasms Nadia had suffered while fucking Phaug had knocked her out for hours, but luckily she recovered before he did, and she was able to squirm her way to his horde and locate the Ruby of Rohannia, barely escaping with it in time. 

The salacious sorceress held the large, heart-sized gem up to light, admiring the way the sun glimmered through its bloody interior. Then she smashed it against a rock. 

SMASH!

"Nadia!" Lily screamed. "What . . . why . . . how . . . who . . . why did you do that?" Lily scampered around to gather up all the tiny shards from the ruby, desperately panicked as to why her mistress would destroy it after going to so much trouble. 

"Well it's not like I need to stick that WHOLE thing up my pussy, now is it?" Nadia asked, rather rhetorically. 

"What?" Lily stammered, still confused. 

Nadia took a single, smooth shard of the ruby, licked it, and then inserted into the bruised bowels of her cock-battered cunt. She hissed at first, as if it stung her, but instantly afterwards she started to cool down, moaning softly. 

"I . . . I don't understand," Lily said, sitting her naked butt down next to Nadia. 

"Mmm . . . let me explain," Nadia said, wrapping an arm around Lily's naked waist. "You already heard that the Ruby of Rohannia is not a true ruby, but a magical creation by the alchemist Rohannia. Well you see, she was trying to make something called a bezoar, which is a magical stone used to counteract poison and cure disease. She needed to create a particularly powerful one because she had contracted hypernymphomania."

Lily gasped. "I've heard of that. That's a rare disease only transmitted by having sex with certain sorts of Nymphs. Once a month the afflicted undergoes cripplingly powerful orgasms that leave them dehydrated, exhausted, and drained of vigor for the rest of the month, until it wears off after a year or so. There is no cure."

"Exactly, except this ruby anyway," Nadia said, giving Lily a little pinch on her backside. "The disease, as fun as it sounded, was exactly why I knew I had to cure my case of hypernymphomnia. I can't afford to be out of action for an entire year just because I'm too exhausted from sex. I mean, that sounds like most of my life from the age 18 to 26, but that was a long time ago."

"You've had hypernymphomania this whole time? But . . . but . . . but that would mean you gave it to me!"

Nadia snickered. "Well we have plenty of the cure, so relax. Most people think there is no cure for the disease; you just have to wait a year or so for it to wear off. That's not what happened to Rohannia though. In a nyphomanic state she tried fucking a horse and killed herself. Stupid slut. That tends to happen to most people with the disease before it wears off. They try something stupid with their naughty parts and fuck themselves to death."

"But that means you also gave it to the King."

"Fuck him."

"And the dragon."

"Double-fuck him."

"And . . . and Korinda! Oh my goddess, that's why she was hunting you! That's why she wanted the ruby! You gave her hypernymphomania!"

Nadia shrugged. "Mmm . . . she was a very talented lover. I would have shared it with her. Honest. But she ran off with the ruby to sell to the King. Triple-fuck that pointy-eared bitch." 

"And . . . and Pad!!!"

Nadia's green eyes widened for a brief moment. "Oops. Forgot about him."

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By the time Nadia returned to her castle almost a month had past, and a hurricane of destruction had fallen upon it the likes of which she had never seen. Carpets were torn up, furniture was shattered, scraps of food clung to the walls, and from the front door to the highest tower the castle was filled with the naked exhausted bodies of Nadia's servants. Even Glenda the Golem had been shattered apart, and her head had been used as a cheap sex-toy . . . repeatedly. 

Creeping up the stair to the small tower Lily and Pad shared, the party crept into Lily's bedroom to see that it was stuffed with the writhing, defeated bodies of a dozen vampires and elves Nadia kept in her service, both male and female, and all of them fucked to within inches of death. 

On a pile of naked bodies was Pad, stroking his even-more-immense-than-usual cock, which was gushing with an endless stream of thick semen. There was a wild, horny, withdrawn look on his face. He was deep in the sway of a hypernymphomania breakout, a condition that had reduced him to a powerful, rapist zombie.

Seeing the rather intimidating size of his cock and the look on his face, Nadia reached between her breasts to a small pouch, withdrew a small red shard, and handed it to Lily. 

"Here you go, kiddo," she said. "Just jam that down his urethra and he'll be cured. Eventually. Probably right after her rapes the shit out of you."

"But-" Lily began. 

"Good luck!" Nadia yelled, pushing Lily into the room and slamming the door shut. She pulled out the bag of ruby shards and sighed deeply. She wasn't sure if she had enough shards for each of her servants, so it seemed she had a rather tough predicament. Who did she want to get actual work out of for the next year, and who would be fun to watch cumming their brains out once a month for a year? Well, she shrugged her shoulders, and decided to just do it by lottery. 



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 05



Nadia and the Alchemist

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"All hail the Goddess Incarnate! All hail the Mother of Beauty! All hail Queen Nymphoria!"

"All hail Queen Nymphoria!" a hundred musically feminine voices responded. 

The red carpet which ran to the golden throne of Queen Nymphoria was flanked on either side by fifty paladins, the most elite warriors and priestesses of the Queendom of Hedonia, each of them a strikingly arousing woman in her sexual peak. Masters of magic as much as warfare, the armor of the paladins was composed of little more than small plates of mithril studded with arcane gems, the totality of which covered little more than there smooth, heaving breasts and the firm, toned buttocks. The newest acolytes of the paladin order wore little more than small mithril nipple-plates and a gem studded thong, whereas the more senior sisters had full plate running down their arms and legs, but by tradition kept their generous cleavage and perky asses exposed. The magic of their armor deflected swords and arrows much surer than any steel could, and beauty (a concept the people of Hedonia worshipped above all others) was rarely practical.

As beautiful and arousing as they all were, Queen Nymphoria put them all to shame, making them seem as candles compared to a blazing wildfire. Unlike most Hedonians who were blonde, fair-skinned and blue-eyed, Nymphoria's father had been an ebony skinned warrior from the South, who dominated her mother in combat and then in sex, mounting and impregnating the queen there on the battlefield, producing a most beautiful daughter. Her skin was the meeting point of her parents', being the color of cinnamon, her curly hair the color of milk chocolate, and her eyes like polished bronze. The only clothing she wore was her spiraling golden crown, dangerously high heeled stilettos, and a transparent gown of golden cloth, through which her dark nipples stood erect, and her hypnotizing body swayed naked for all to see and worship. Her paladins responded to her presence with heavy breaths, glistening sweat, and uncomfortable fidgeting. It was impossible to stand in the presence of Queen Nymphoria and not become aroused, but by resisting the urge to spontaneously orgasm, the paladins proved their discipline. 

As the Queen sat on her throne she was approached by the her Arch-Paladin, Severine Belladonna, another woman of curvaceous beauty. Her burdensome breasts nearly spilled out of a small breastplate of gold, and her muscular buttocks threatened to snap her tiny thong with a single flex. Severine kneeled, bringing her puffy gold-painted lips to the Queen's foot, kissing it softly, slowly working her way up the ankle and to the calf. She would have gone much further if the Queen had not stopped her.

"What of the witch?" the Queen asked, her nipples hardening at the mere mention of her obsession. 

"Traditional witch-hunters are useless against her, and sending our most capable warriors after her has been a waste. Even your loyal paladins have failed you my Goddess. After my daughter Chancy and my niece Nicolette failed to apprehend her we began resorting to mercenaries and warriors of a less . . . 'refined' nature."

The Queen chuckled, her titanic breasts fluctuating slightly. "Ogres, orcs, goblins, and trolls. Disgusting creatures, although I've had my fun their kind in my youth. It's so hard to find a handsome human quite as . . . 'endowed' as such monsters are." The Queen licked her lips remembering the uncouth and violent orcs she had consorted with as a teenager; partly to enrage her mother, partly for the wild, exhausting sex.

"The witch has either evaded or broken all of them. Her wiles are not to be underestimated. Even I . . .," but Severine could hardly finish her sentence without a blush coming to her usually severe and cold face. ". . . even I was seduced by her."

The Queen sighed and ran her hand gently down the curvature of her breasts, slightly grazing over the top of her sensitive nipples. "Yes. She is irresistible. I don't blame you for being tempted Severine, or your daughter, or your niece. We Hedonians are creatures of pleasure and beauty; it is only natural for us to be drawn to a woman of such wild passions."

"Which is exactly why you should employ someone with wild passions of her own, you Highness!"

All one-hundred paladins turned in shock to see that an intruder had suddenly appeared in the royal throne room. A figure with poor posture stood in the middle of the room, draped in a heavy cloak and hood.

"Heathen! How dare you intrude upon the Queen's sacred presence!" Severine yelled, withdrawing a small, elegant dagger from her thong and whipping it through the air. 

The dagger would have pierced the intruder right in the neck, a fatal blow, but the hooded person suddenly tossed a small vial into the air. There was a puff of smoke as the dagger hit the vial, and before the weapon could hit the ground it was gone, disintegrated into rust, as if it suddenly aged a thousand years in a single second. 

"Alchemy," Queen Nymphoria gasped. She was impressed, curious, and aroused. "Potent alchemy! You must be quite the scientist, dear intruder."

"Science in my passion, your Highness, not sex," the hooded person said while bowing, "which is exactly why I'm the best person suited for the job of catching this slutty sorceress of yours. I'm not Hedonian, which means I can go more than a day without an orgasm and still remain functional, which brings into question the wisdom of sending a bunch of horny sluts to capture a well known seductress in the first place. No disrespect intended."

Severine growled but the Queen laughed, her beautiful voice like an angel having sex. "None taken, my mysterious guest. But tell me, my vendetta against the witch in rather personal, what is your interest in it?"

The shrouded woman shrugged. "Gold. What else. Alchemy is an expensive hobby."

The Queen bit her lip and she unconsciously twisted one of her dark nipples, becoming aroused at the prospect of a new strategy. The stranger was right about one thing, Hedonians, especially Queen Nymphoria herself, couldn't go more than an few hours without sexual pleasure.

"Alright, alchemist," the Queen nodded. "If you can capture the witch, ALIVE, I will reward you with as much gold as you could ever possibly need, to pursue your queer, lonely hobby."

The figure bowed again. "Thanks, your Highness."

"But before you leave, tell me your name, and let me get a look at you."

The shrouded woman shrugged and pulled her hood back, revealing a cute but not overwhelmingly attractive woman. Her messy brunette hair was woven into a long braid that wrapped around her neck, and her large brown eyes were partially hidden by a small pair of rectangular spectacles. Her bosom was large enough to arouse, but it was all hidden behind a tightly buttoned blouse, and her skirts fell all the way to her ankles. Queen Nymphoria had never seen a human being wearing so much clothing before. Even in winter Hedonians refused to cover their sculpted bodies, preferring to use magic to keep themselves warm.

"Alicia," the gawky girl said. "My name is Alicia Alucard, the Alchemist. And don't you worry your sexy little head, your Highness. The witch Nadia Méchant is as good as handcuffed already."

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Nadia Méchant strained against the handcuffs as she writhed from the impact of another intense orgasm. Her arms were bound to the bed-fame but her legs were wrapped around the muscular waist of a very rugged, very handsome man who was doing an excellent job plowing her tight pussy with his fat, hard cock. Nadia's slender, gazelle-like body wiggled against the damp sheets of the bed beneath her, her large tits quivering with ecstasy and her capture sucked voraciously on one of her pink nipples, and she gasped like an asthmatic because she was too tired to scream anymore. Her long, silky, auburn hair stuck to her glistening body which was drenched in sweat. As his hard, chiseled thighs slapped against the soft flesh of her body Nadia found herself becoming lost in a delirious fog of sex, her pussy erupting with wet explosions of cum, and joyfully submitting to the powerful thrusts of the man who only an hour before handcuffed her to this bed at sword-point. Nadia had been raped before, but rarely had she enjoyed it this much. 

"Fucking witch! Stupid slut!" The rugged warrior groaned, squeezing her breasts so hard that the smooth flesh oozed around his strong fingers. His thrusts were becoming more sporadic, sloppy, and his already large penis suddenly swelled a bit more, causing Nadia to whimper feverishly. "I'M CUMMING!!!"

The hunky fighter erupted deep within her, his heavy testicles slapping against her battered labia as he gave one final, brutal thrust, and then arched his strong back upward just to force in every last millimeter of his substantial manhood into the women he had captured. Nadia looked up at the maze of muscles exploding over his glistening chest, admiring his intimidating pectorals and sexy, articulated abs. She loved the sight of a muscular man on top of her, especially one working this hard to fuck her brains out. 

Still spurting, the warrior withdrew and violently flogged his thick nine-inches directly into her face. She opened her mouth to receive him, catching a few strands of warm, savory cum onto her tongue, but the rest sprinkling across her face and breasts. As his orgasm subsided he straddled her chest, his musky cock and balls smothering her tired face, making it even harder for the exhausted woman to breath. 

"Damn . . . if that wasn't the best pussy I've had in years," he said. His accent was deep and foreign, and just like everything else about him, Nadia found it absurdly sexy. He ran his hand over her face, rubbing his semen into her skin, and he even slapped her around a little. She seemed to like the abuse. "I'm beginning to think that keeping you as a pet is worth a lot more than the gold Queen Nymphoria is going to pay me for dragging your exquisite ass back to Hedonia."

Nadia tried to say something but his ballsack muffled her voice, and she was left with a mouthful of his salty nuts instead.

"Shut the fuck up, honey. Nothing you can say is going to affect my decision. Whether or not ol' Gallion wants to keep you as his personal fuck-toy is up to no one but ol' Gallion himself . . . Gallion being me."

The warrior crawled off his conquest and stepped over to the window. The small town outside was a mess. Entire buildings had been destroyed and a few small fires were still burning from the morning's battle. The streets were strewn with the unconscious bodies of other mercenaries and bounty-hunters, many of them partially naked and left in various humiliating possessions, some being sodomized by their own weapons. Gallion had been one of a few dozen bounty-hunters to corner Nadia that morning, but he was the only one smart enough to wait while the sorceress wasted all her energy defeating the band of archers, elven swordsmen, and ogre brutes. Gallion moved in for the kill when Nadia had felled the last of them, when she was so tired she could barely support her own heaving breasts. One well placed punch to her gut and it had been over. Gallion dragged her into the inn by her hair and cut off her dress with his sword before spending the last hour or so enjoying his prize. And it seemed she enjoyed it too. Right now his muscular ass was inches away from her face, and she was lustfully staring at it like a love-struck virgin. 

"Gallion . . . you're . . . holy shit . . . you're so fucking awesome," Nadia gasped kissing his firm buttocks. "Such a fucking stud. I love a man who knows how to take control and fuck a girl senseless with a big, fat cock. I'd really enjoy being your sex-pet, but sadly I've got places to be, and no more time to play."

"You really don't have a say in the matter, whore," Gallion growled. He was considering slapping the shit out of her, but as her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass he reconsidered. 

Wait . . . HER HANDS!

Gallion turned to see that she was out of the cuffs. Nadia was sitting on the bed and scooping up the last drops of cum on her breasts, shoveling it into her mouth and sucking her fingers clean.

"How . . .," his muscles flexed in fear. "Those were anti-magic cuffs! You shouldn't have been able to use magic!"

"I didn't," she giggled in a husky, sexy voice. "I'm just really good at picking locks."

Gallion reached for his sword but was too slow. Nadia's slender foot kicked him straight in his balls so hard that one of his testicles nearly went back up into his hipbone. He gasped as the air was driven out of him and fell back, right out of the open window. His hunky, beefy body landed with a heavy thud in the pigsty below.

Nadia looked out the window at him and laughed, massaging he large breasts as she did so. Even covered in mud and pig-shit Gallion's chiseled body was still sexy as hell, and she considered going down there and playing with him some more, but she really did have places to be.

"Stupid boy. I never needed magic to make you my bitch."

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Completely naked except for sheen of sweat Nadia walked through the abandoned town looking for some clothes to wear, but she was very picky about what she wore and easily preferred nudity to poor fashion. Unfortunately most of the bounty-hunters lying around were men, and the village seemed to have been inhabited only by fat women. Nadia would have been perfectly happy with a dress that was too small (she wore small dresses all the time) but she refused to wear anything too big. The townspeople had all fled to avoid the fight, so Nadia didn't feel pressured for time as she went perusing through their houses for anything interesting. There wasn't any. 

Coming out of one of the houses, Nadia was so bored she didn't even see the cloaked figure standing in the middle of the muddy road.

"Nadia Méchant, I presume?" the cloaked figure said. The voice was feminine, but Nadia could barely tell because of all the clothes she wore.

The naked sorceress looked around at the empty town and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

The cloaked figure snorted in annoyed disgust. "I think you're her."

Nadia sneered back, detecting the other woman's bitchy tone. Nadia didn't usually get along with other women, unless she was having sex with them, and even then it usually ended up being competitive hate-fucking. Any woman who possessed even a molecule of humility and chastity annoyed the shit out her. Nadia put her hand on her hips and stood with her perfect breasts thrust out, almost as if challenging the other woman to compare their chests, and by extension, their womanhood. 

Nadia smirked. "What makes you think I'm her?"

"I was told that Nadia Méchant in a filthy, disgusting, salacious whore who leaves a trail of destruction and debauchery behind her, and also that she's a shameless slut with big stupid tits and an arrogant mouth that's only good for sucking cock. Looking around, I see a half-destroyed town, over a dozen strong men who look like they've all been fucked into unconsciousness, and you: a big-breasted cunt with what is clearly the crusty residue of semen stuck to her chin. So yeah . . . I think you're Nadia Méchant."

Nadia was about two seconds away from summoning a horde of well-hung incubuses from the Netherworld to gang-rape this bitch, but she held back. She was exhausted, naked, hungry, and her demonic familiar was miles away at the moment. Witches were most powerful with their familiars close by, and weakest without them. Nadia only had a few powerful spells left in her before she'd probably pass out. 

Sneering even more, Nadia slowly strutted forward, the saucy swaying of her hips communicating her violent thoughts and self-assured superiority. "And who . . . the FUCK . . . are you?"

Underneath the hood the woman smiled. She had a pretty smile actually, which would have been clearer if she brushed her hair or took off her hood. "The name's Alicia Alucard, the Alchemist. I'm the woman who is going to drag your fat ass back to Queen Nymphoria."

Nadia snorted, and then started to laugh so hard she had to hold her breasts down. "You? What can you do, you mousy bitch?"

"THIS!" Alicia yelled, throwing a small glass vial right at Nadia's face. There was a fuse in it, a lit fuse. 

BOOM!!!

The vial exploded with a tremendous fireball that could have easily left Nadia a pile of burnt ashes, but at the last instant she summoned a powerful wall of ice to counteract the blazing heat, saving her butt but leaving her drenched in hot water.

"How'd that dragon-fire bomb taste, you cum-sucking whore?" Alicia yelled.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Nadia screamed, her naked body dripping wet. "That could have killed me! Queen Nymphoria wants me alive, you dumb shit! She's always wanted me alive! She can't have sex with me if I'm dead!"

Alicia snickered. "And that's the mistake ever OTHER bounty-hunter has made with you. They've all pulled their punches. They're all afraid to hurt you, but I know you can take it. Masochistic, self-hating sluts like you enjoy getting slapped around. I'm going to come after you with everything I've got, and you're going to waste what's left of your magic just to survive, until you'll be too weak to lift a finger. That, or I actually do kill you, which means I lose out on a fat payday, but whatever. Money comes, money goes, and life goes on." 

Nadia's sparkling green eyes went wide. This bitch wasn't joking around. 

"Here," Alicia said. "Meet some friends of mine!"

The Alchemist threw a handful of rocks onto the ground that landed in the wet mud like ordinary rocks, but the moment they touched the moist earth they began to vibrate. Quickly they started to grow, absorbing the moisture from the ground, and their round forms rapidly articulated into the rough shape of bulky humanoids, each seven feet tall and sporting fists the size of boulders.

"Golems!" Nadia gasped.

The first of the three rock-men charged out her, its feet stomping into the ground like a charging elephant, and it swung its mighty fist right at her skull with enough force to pop her head like a grape. Nadia reacted out of fear and instinct, leaning back to avoid the colossal punch and responding with a powerful explosion spell. A magical force with the power of a battering ram struck the golem, and it was smashed into a thousand pieces.

Nadia was saved, but the spell had been too costly. The amount of magic she used left her dizzy and nauseas. If she tried to cast that same spell again it would probably fizzle out, and she'd lose consciousness.  

The second golem got behind her and grabbed her, its rocky fingers squishing her juicy breasts, lifting her in the air. 

"Ouch!" Nadia squealed. "Watch where you-"



THUNK!

The air was knocked out of her as a sudden rock-hard penis the size of her forearm punched its way up into her pussy, smacking her stomach up into her ribs and leaving her with a very retarded expression of surprise on her face.

Alicia laughed. "Surprised? I prepared these golems especially for you, you disgusting cock-bag! Enjoy being raped by two thousand pounds of solid rock."

"Oh gods!" Nadia cried. "It fucking hurts! Stop! Sta . . . FUCKING SHIT!"

The golem started to bounce her up and down its thick column like she was a rubber ball, the jagged edges of stone mercilessly scraping over her clit and g-spot, arousing her in the most painful way imaginable. At least the stone was polished, she thought, between screams of pained ecstasy, but the granite dick had absolutely zero lubrication to it, leaving it all up to Nadia to get it wet. Her pussy was doing a good job of that, gushing with cum already as the golem fucked her with lethal intent, but she needed more. She relaxed as much as she could, whimpering in humiliation, and started to piss herself. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 05



Alicia's cute little nose scrunched up in disgust. "I knew you were a disgusting whore, Nadia. Urinating all over yourself like some kind of feral bitch. You!" she snapped at the other golem. "Fuck this slut up her ass. I'm sure she'll love that."

Nadia let out a guttural, choking sound as she was pulled all the way off of the monolithic cock, spun around in the air, and then slammed back on. The stone dick punched up into her guts so fast that it bulged in her abs and actually hit the bottom of her breasts, making them bounce up and slap her in the face. A lesser woman (less magical to be certain) would have been killed, impaled from vagina to throat by a thrust like that, but Nadia's enchanted pussy was accustomed to the kind of abuse. Nadia was certain she could take a literal battering-ram to her cunt and be just as tight, fresh, and pink the next morning as she was when she was a virgin. Her ass though . . . not so much.

Nadia started to cry when she felt the golem's stone fingers pry her firm ass-cheeks apart, pulling so strongly that it felt like she was going to be split in two like a loaf of bread. Then she felt the jagged tip of its cock press against the tiny opening of her anus, stabbing forward without any concern for her life. For a single, brief moment Nadia actually enjoyed the feeling, just when it was the first few inches of the tip penetrating her, the amount she usually enjoyed being fucked anally by, but then a few more inches dug in, and then a few more, and a few more. By the time the golem was twelve inches deep in her bowels Nadia was long gone. Her eyes were rolled up into her skull, her tongue sticking out, and the only sound coming from her mouth was a raspy, pathetic little series of gasps. 

Alicia snorted one last time in disgust. "Fuck her."

The golems began to pump their hips up and down, and not in very good time with one another. Two feet's worth of stone punched in and out of Nadia's body with awkward, careless strokes, pulverizing her g-spot and clit like a boulder rolling over a wildflower. The golems no longer even bothered to hold her, and Nadia's body was left to flop half-dead back and forth on their cocks, impaled like a fish on a cooking-spit. Luckily for the salacious sorceress, she had spent most of her lift saturating her body with every sort of erotic enchantment and body-morphing aphrodisiac available in the world, so whereas a normal woman would have been killed by the impaling, she was simply getting her brains fucked out. In fact, the horny half-crazed bitch was screaming for more, pressing her large, pillowy breasts against the hard, cold chest of the golem in front of her, her nipples becoming erect against the solid, damp surface. her legs were splayed and flailing with every brutal thrust, and although she tried to keep them wrapped around the waist of the golem plowing her, she was cumming too violently to control her own body. For a woman as powerful as Nadia, pretending to be dominated by boys like Gallion was a fun distraction, but Nadia wasn't playing anymore. Alicia had successfully, truly made Nadia her bitch, and although her mind was too fucked-out to realized it, Nadia respected the younger woman for it as much as she hated her. 

"Stop, stop. This is all wrong," Alicia said, biting her lip. "Fucking cock-bag is actually enjoying it. I don't want her to enjoy it. I want to humiliate her. I want to hurt her. I want to bring her to Queen Nymphoria broken and conquered. Put her down."

The golems did as ordered, their colossal cocks ripping free from her soft, bruised flesh, pulling with them little waterfalls of cum that soaked the muddy ground. Nadia's naked body was dropped into this muddy sex-puddle like she was a bag of trash, and her curvaceous form landed with a jiggle but ended with her twitching in the dirt like a bird with a broken wing. Her tongue was so far out of her mouth it was touching her chin, and her pretty green eyes were twisted upward with a retarded, vacant expression. 

Alicia stood over her with her cape flapped open, her hand impatiently planted on her attractive waistline. Underneath all that blue cloth was a young, attractive girl, not that such a quality mattered to the obsessed scholar. She would have been much happier having been born a deformed hunchback, at least then people would leave her alone and her male professors wouldn't make such inappropriate advances to her so often. 

"Roll over, whore," Alicia said, kicking Nadia in her side and forcing the sorceress onto her back. The attractive alchemist reached into her belt and from a special leather pouch and withdrew a small vial containing green liquid. She very carefully undid the wax seal and pulled free the small stopper, before meticulously pouring every drop of it onto Nadia's naked body, paying special care that a few drops should land on her mouth and inner-thigh. Once that was done Alicia began to back away rather quickly. 

Nadia was just sane enough to detect the cool, tingling liquid soak into her skin. "What . . . what is this?"

Alicia snickered, taking shelter in the doorway of a nearby building. "Highly concentrated chimera pheromones, strong enough to attract every male chimera within ten miles . . . straight to your pussy."

Nadia tried to pull herself up, but her wobbling limbs gave out and she splashed back into the mud. "Well . . . (ouch) . . . good thing the nearest chimera roost is a hundred miles away."

But Nadia's weak smile was wiped from her face as her heard a strange, eldritch roar echoing in the sky, followed by the sound of massive wings flapping through the cloudy air. A dark shape was circling above her, a shape that resembled a lion with the wings of a colossal bat, and the tail like the stinger of a scorpion. Chimeras came in all shapes, sizes, and combinations, but this one seemed to be a king amongst them all, and swinging between its legs was a thick, phallic muscle the length of Nadia's torso that was becoming disturbingly erect. 

Alicia began to snicker; a snide, sadistic little snicker that grew into a wild, snorting laugh. "Nadia, meet my pet chimera. I bred him myself. His name is Leodominant, and he hasn't bred anything in almost a month, which is a long time for a testosterone-filled monstrosity like him. Your ass is really gonna get it now." 

Nadia suddenly found new strength and rolled back onto her chest, trying desperately to crawl away, but failed. Her breasts sunk into the mud and anchored her down, leaving her flailing arms to do nothing but scrape futilely in the mud. 

The earth shook as the heavy beast landed right on top of her, its massive paws pinning her arms to the ground, its knotted, engorged cock already pushing against the soft folds of her vaginal lips. Leodominant purred deeply, sending a rumble through Nadia's body that left her teeth chattering and her breasts jiggling. The tip of its penis was hard and segmented, almost like the exoskeleton of an insect. Its massive claws hooked around Nadia's slender forearms and dug into the earth for purchase, and it violently pushed forward, rutting her small body with the intention to breed or die trying, the muscular hook of flesh at the penis's tip locking into her insides so that the beast could not withdraw even if it wanted to. The only way out now was for Nadia to let him finish and go soft.

"Oh fuck . . . ah . . . AAAAHHHH!" Nadia screamed, feeling her stomach getting punched from the inside twice in one day. The blow was fast and powerful, and it caused her to wretch up what little she had eaten in the last day, most of that being semen. Nadia blacked out for a moment and fell face first into her own vomit, smearing her face with semen and mud. 

It was the sensation of Leodominant spewing his hot, thick seed into her body that woke her back up, her stomach swelling with the unnatural nectar. As it soaked into her body she suddenly felt more awake than ever, almost TOO awake, like she had just taken a highly concentrated shot of caffeine right up her ass. The colors around her exploded with relevance, and her body melted into the mud with orgasmic abandon.

Nadia looked up and saw a beautiful goddess standing over her, a goddess with a look of disdain on her glorious, erudite face. It took a moment for Nadia to realize it was Alicia.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Alicia said, smiling a little. "I spliced Leodominant with several species of hallucinogenic frogs. His semen as a result is a highly psychotropic aphrodisiac. Have fun tripping balls and cumming your brains out for the next week."

Nadia felt the first wave of what promised to be an endless onslaught of apocalyptic orgasms rip through her body and evaporate her mind, but before she was completely lost into the hot, ecstatic void she saw the underside of Alicia's boot crashing down into her face.

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Nadia remembered very little of the next week, other than a primordial explosion of sexual chaos, but a small series of images remained in her sex-fried brain. Alicia strapping her naked body to the back of her cart, hauling her like a hunting trophy through a dozen villages, and allowing the filthy locals to have their way with her body for mere handfuls of silver. Nadia could remember Alicia renting her body to one ugly innkeeper just for a night's stay and a bowl of soup.

Now, after a week of travelling, the academic alchemist and her mindless rape-toy were within sight of Hedonia's capital city, where the silver spires and golden peaks of Queen Nymphoria's palace flirted with the sky. Alicia sighed loudly in self-satisfaction as Nadia finally began to reclaim some vestiges of her consciousness.

"Finally here," Alicia said, stretching her back and guiding her mule to the side of the road for a quick break, looking back into the cart to inspect Nadia's naked body, the sorceress's arms and legs bound by iron handcuffs etched with magic-dampening runes. Alicia sucked up a ball of saliva and spat it across Nadia's face. "I wonder what a woman like Queen Nymphoria wants with a piece of garbage like you."

Nadia's throat was so sticky with cum she could barely speak without gagging. "S-s-sex."

"What was that?" Alicia asked, leaning in.

"O . . . or . . . oral sex," Nadia whispered. "I ate her out once . . . in her dungeon . . . after I was caught stealing from her Royal Library. She . . . offered to spare my life . . . if I stayed as her concubine. I stayed for a while. It was a fun week, and I liked all the luxury being the Queen's slut brought me, but the bitch started to get a little clingy, so I bailed. She's been after me ever since." 

Alicia's pretty face was slightly pink with blush. "Oral sex? Really? That's what all this was about? The Queen's willing to shell out enough money to buy a kingdom just to get some cunt-licking slut back?"

Nadia laughed weakly. "I'm . . . I'm the best there is. Haven't you . . . ever been tongue-fucked before?"

Alicia blushed and looked away. "No . . . I mean . . . NO! Never. I've been too occupied with my studies to ever . . . ever . . . oh."

Alicia's body suddenly betrayed her, and she hugged her breasts tightly to stop from moaning. She was horny, and of course she was. She was a healthy young woman whose body had been denied its natural urges for several years since she ripened sexually. Alicia hated being horny, she hated the way she sometimes woke up at night crying, sweating profusely, and grinding her crotch against the bed. She hated masturbation, thinking it a waste of time, and she hated how messy it was. Alicia would never admit it, but she was a gusher.

"I could . . . help you with that," Nadia offered.

"Shut up! Shut up you . . . you . . . WHORE!"

Nadia licked her lips. "You're right. I am a whore. You've been pimping me this entire weak, haven't you? You've used me like the cheap, worthless piece of pussy I am, and I . . . I respect you for it. After all the men you've sold me to, what's one more job? I'll eat you out, Alicia. I will make your pussy pop like an overripe melon. Let me show you what Queen Nymphoria is willing to pay so much gold for."

Alicia blushed a deep red, and she looked ready to slap Nadia across the face, but instead she exhaled deeply and hopped into the back of the cart, clumsily unfastening her belt and pulling down her pants and unflattering panties. Underneath all those clothes was the well toned body of a natural beauty, her hips subtly curved and her buttocks firm and smooth. Her vagina was hairy and soaked, already dripping onto Nadia's tired face.

"Fine," Alicia said, looking around. "But if you tell anyone about this I will murder you."

"Our little secret," Nadia winked. She stuck out her tongue and gently grazed it over the wet lips of Alicia's pussy, catching her a little by surprise. The alchemist hadn't been expecting it so soon and she quivered until her vagina fell fully onto Nadia's face. She hadn't realized the witch's tongue was so fucking long, or so amazingly strong. 

"Oh . . . oh wow," Alicia said, little tears already forming in her eyes.

Nadia moaned naughtily and got to work, her tongue slapping against the surface of the girl's tight, virgin fruit, wiggling inside a bit, and occasionally slapping against her swelling clit.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh my fucking goddess holy SHIT!" Alicia's voice broke like a teenager going through puberty despite the fact she was a woman in her early twenties. "This is so . . . OH . . . I can't even . . . SHIT . . . why I haven't been . . . FUCK ME!!!"

Alicia was cumming already, her tight pussy gushing all over Nadia's face. The sultry sorceress smiled as she licked, stabbing at the sensitive erogenous zones that she found with almost preternatural precision, not that she needed much with a hyper-sensitive virgin like this. 

"Oh god . . . Nadia . . . Nadia . . . NADIA!!!"

Nadia realized this was the moment. Her hands came up and grabbed two handfuls of Alicia's firm breasts, squeezing them tightly and intensifying the young woman's orgasm. Alicia was cumming so hard it took her a few seconds to realize that Nadia was no longer in her chains. 

"What . . . how did you-"

"Get out of these magic-dampening cuffs?" Nadia interrupted. "Simple. I'm really good at picking locks."

Before Alicia could react Nadia pulled down on the girl's tits, and at the same time stabbed upward with her long, stiff tongue, ripping Alicia's virgin hymen apart like a piece of wet paper. Alicia gasped and her big brown eyes rolled back as she was overcome by a confusing rush of pain and pleasure, the likes of which she never knew existed. She came again, this time violently, and her body fell sideways off of Nadia, twitching and gushing from the painful pleasure of being deflowered by the world's most talented tongue. 

Nadia groaned as she pulled her stiff body up into the seating position, and she quickly searched through Alicia's bags of books and alchemical supplies, luckily finding what she wanted within the second bag. It was a small glass vial of viscous green liquid. More chimera pheromones. Popping off the stopper with her thumb, she viciously pried Alicia's tight butt-cheeks apart so that her tight, virgin anus was puckered and exposed. Nadia laughed wickedly as she inserted the vial into the girl's backdoor and let its contents spill into her insides, and then pulled the empty vial free.

"I lost my cherry and chocolate-cherry in the same night," Nadia whispered into Alicia's ear. "You should too. Say hello to Leodominant for me, will you sweetie?" Nadia kissed her on the lips and then quickly hopped out of the cart, hobbling away from the Queen's city as fast as she could.

"Nadia . . . oh gods . . . WAIT!!!" Alicia screamed.

But Nadia didn't turn around, even when she heard the flapping of the chimera's massive wings bearing down on Alicia, even when she heard the wooden cart being broken apart like a bundle of twigs, and even when she heard Alicia getting her ass split in half by her own creation. The sounds of her screams followed the happy witch for miles. 

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Queen Nymphoria was lying on her back in her royal bedchambers, her sweaty, glistening body writhing nakedly against the finest cotton sheets in the entire world. Her long, slender legs were wrapped around the golden head of Arch-Paladin Severine as the loyal supplicant did her most sacred duty: pleasing her Queen. 

Nymphoria was frustrated, partly because the alchemist Alicia Alucard had failed her, but mostly because she was having trouble achieving a truly satisfying orgasm, despite the heroic efforts of Severine's talented tongue. Nymphoria looked out the window at the darkening purple sky, and even as a spine-snapping orgasm jolted through her semi-divine body, she still felt unsatisfied.

"Oh Nadia," she whispered, crying a little. "Come back to me."

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Pussy in Heat

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Nadia was sitting in the alchemical alcove of her study completely naked except for a rubber apron that strained against the pressure of her large breasts, and a tiny lace thong that was bunched up between her firm buttocks and damp with sweat. Her long auburn hair was bundled up into a sloppy bun with wild stands of hair sticking out at random angles, and her beautiful green eyes hidden by an unattractive set of safety goggles.

She was, at the moment, engaging it what could potentially be a very dangerous experiment. She needed to add a small amount of two very explosive substances together to act as a catalyst for a larger potion, otherwise the ingredients wouldn't mix properly, but unfortunately one drop too much and she'd likely blow up her entire study.   

She was just lowering an small eye-dropper of the dangerous liquid over a small vial of the other and-

"MISTRESS NADIA, PLEASE HELP!!!"

BOOM!!!

Nadia was distracted by the frantic screaming of her young apprentice, Lily, who came bursting into her study, and the sorceress accidentally squeezed just a bit too much out of the eye-dropper. Luckily the explosion wasn't that bad and the only think destroyed was her desk and the front of her rubber apron, which left her two gigantic but perky breasts exposed, her pink nipples standing erect like little flower buds. She was knocked through the air though, and her vivacious body came to a jiggling stop at Lily's feet. 

Nadia looked up with annoyance. "What . . . the fuck . . . is it?"

Lily was shivering, and not just from fear of Nadia. Her petite body was covered by nothing but the shredded remains of a blouse, and her short blonde hair was messy and clumpy. She reeked of sex, and from the way her little knees were wobbling it seemed that she was exhausted, no doubt because of repeatedly suffering forced orgasms.

"It's Pussy-pocket. She's . . . oh goddess . . . she's raping everyone."

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Every practitioner of magic wanted a familiar: a spirit who would bind their soul to the soul of their master and enhance their magical affinity. Finding the right familiar could be a tricky thing though, as they possessed their own personalities and their own desires. Weaker spirits were easily dominated by their masters, but in return the spirit offered little in the way of power, whereas powerful spirits such as demons offered great power, but it wasn't unknown for them to possess and corrupt their masters. Nadia believed she had found the perfect familiar in Pussy-pocket, and demon who freely shifted between the form of a black cat and a slender girl with very perky assets and spiky black hair. Pussy had been one of the Devil's concubines, a rather powerful little succubus, but she wanted to experience the mortal realm and have sex with living things. Nadia offered Pussy more sex than the little demon could handle, and in return she gave everything of herself to her mistress. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 05



But at the moment it seemed that Pussy was giving herself completely to Pad, Lily's twin brother. The petite blonde boy was strapped down to his bed, his naked body writhing and whimpering like the little bitch he often was, his nubile chest covered in soft scratches. Pussy was on top of him, in her slender human form, riding his substantially large penis like she was trying to snap it in half, her firm buttocks slapping down against his big testicles so hard they bounced. Judging by the amount of semen streaks oozing everywhere Pad had already been forced to climax several times, but Pussy wasn't done. She looked wild and delirious, her yellow eyes rolled up into her skull, her feline smile curled up so far her fangs peeked out. 

"She's been like that since last night," Lily said, hiding behind Nadia's curvy ass. "She crept into my bed like she always does and started to grope me. I told her to go away and that I didn't want to have sex with her . . . again . . . but she was even more forceful than usual. She fucked me for hours and hours. I didn't get any sleep at all. I only got away because Hanna and Pad distracted her."

Hanna the Homunculus was Nadia's maid, a magically animated stature constructed from clay in the form of a sexy young woman. Her red, naked body was on the floor, collapsed from exhaustion and plastered with cum. Pussy had fucked Hanna so hard there were cracks in her pelvis. 

Nadia sighed. "She's going through heat."

Lily squeezed her Mistress's buttocks. "What? Demons go through heat?"

"A succubus does, yes," Nadia said, reaching back to give her young apprentice a reassuring grope. "We were away from the castle the last time she got like this, so you weren't there to see it, but Pussy went wild and raped an entire village of elves. Took everything I had to finally put her to sleep, stubborn slut. Well, there's only one way to deal with this. Lily, go get my chest of sex-toys."

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When Nadia returned to the small tower Pad and Lily shared Pussy was just forcing the little boy-bitch into another whimpering climax. The dominating demoness was forcefully stroking his big cock, aiming it right at Pad's tear-stained face. When he erupted, a few thick strands of cum shot across his lips and eyes, but he didn't have much left in his abused, swollen balls to pop with. Pussy snickered evilly and began to lick the tasty semen off of his defeated face.

Nadia coughed to get her attention. "Pussy. You've been a naughty little slut, and I think mommy needs to punish you."

Pussy turned to her Mistress and hissed, her yellow eyes glowing, but when she saw Nadia she gave a curious 'meow.' Nadia was dressed from neck to toe in vivid red latex, the tight straps and buckles of which hugged the slender, tight parts of her body, and cupped the juicy, curvaceous parts as equally provocatively. Tight straps circled her breasts and hooked onto a thick collar around her neck, but her nipples were left uncovered and they were just begging to be played with. Tight, buckled straps circled her waist and led down to a sort of garter-belt that held up her thigh-high boots which were each studded with six-inch heels. Her delicious ass and plump vaginal mound were barely held back by a tiny red latex thong that had a zipper going down the middle for easy access to her lower love-holes. In one hand she held a riding-crop, and in the other a giant black double-dildo dripping with sexual lubricant. 

Lily was there too; dressed in a frilly set of white lingerie and a lacey mask, making her appear as something of a 'soft' dominatrix, but it was obvious she was there only to attend Nadia. This battle was going to be between champions, not amateurs. If her nubile little body tried to keep up with Nadia and Pussy at sex she'd most likely just hurt herself. 

"Spread your legs, bitch," Nadia said, tickling one of her own nipples with the riding crop.

Pussy did so, sitting down on Pad's unconscious body, her legs spread wide so that her tight, hairless, glistening vagina was totally exposed. She was smiling and licking her lips. She was daring Nadia to fuck her. 

Nadia did not appreciate her familiar's petulance. "Unruly little slut!" Nadia yelled, wiping the riding crop right across Pussy's face, knocking semen-saturated spit out of her mouth and leaving a slightly swollen red welt.

SMACK!

Pussy whimpered for a second before transforming it into a hiss, but she yelped loudly when Nadia brought the riding crop across her very sensitive vagina, hitting her right on the clit.

SMACK!

Pussy cried and tried to close her legs, but Nadia was too fast and too talented a dominatrix. The sorceress planted on high-heeled foot on one of Pussy's inner thighs and pinned it down, and she kept the other leg spread by grabbing her ankle and pulling it out. With her free hand Nadia held the riding crop, and she delivered blow after stinging blow directly onto the demoness's little slice of heaven. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

The delirious mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through Pussy's body left her weak and wiggling like a little worm, and with every strike her swelling cunt started to spatter and spray with cum. Pussy tried to scream as a series of confusing orgasms rippled through her, but all that came out was a pitiful babbling of incoherent moans.

Nadia stopped whipping the little succubus's spitting-clam and brought the riding-crop's top to her lips, giving the wet surface a long lick. Pussy's was delicious, as always, but something about being in heat gave the girl's juices a little spice.

Pussy was gasping and panting as her slender limbs writhed without control, but she was recovering fast, and her submissive little muff was starting to get hungry again, snapping for more.

Nadia beat her to the punch, as she unzipped the crotch of her thong and sunk half of a very thick double-ended dildo directly into her own warm embrace. The other half was even thicker and studded with little bumps, the black rubber glistening with a very slippery lubricant. Nadia pushed the head of the dildo against Pussy's tight kitten and smiled down at her sneering, hissing little bitch. Pussy's fingernails transformed into claws and she tried to slash Nadia right in the face, but the sorceress caught her by the wrist and pinned her against the bed, delivering a brutal backhanded bitch-slap of her own.

SMACK!

Nadia then spat right into Pussy's open eyes. "You might think you're a tigress, but you're nothing but a harmless little kitten. It's time I reminded you of that."

Nadia's large ass swung forward like a wrecking ball, driving ten inches of the thick, studded dildo deep into Pussy's lithe body, bringing the wiggling little bitch to an impaled stop. The head of the dildo stuck deep with such force that Nadia could actually see it bulge underneath Pussy's tight abdominals, and the familiar's eyes rolled back as she gasped in air to scream.

"Me . . . me . . . MMMMMEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!"

Nadia laughed, grabbing Pussy by the neck as she started to plow the little bitch with long, vengeful strokes, the studded bumps of the dildo battering Pussy' clit and slapping the shit out of her g-spot with every thrust. Pussy was already cumming and Nadia could feel her stuffed cunt squirting hot shots of cum against her inner-thighs.

"I don't care how long this takes," Nadia said, squeezing her grip on Pussy's throat. "I don't care how many dildos I break, or how many bottles of lube I use on your stubborn little ass. I am not going through another whole week dealing with your violent sex-drive like I did the last time you went into heat. One way or another, I end this tonight. I'm putting you down."

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Hours passed, the sun set, the clock struck midnight, and now the sky was warming with the light of the morning sun. Nadia was standing in the middle of Pad and Lily's room, naked, the remnants of her dominatrix outfit scattered around the floor. Her body was sparkling with layers of dried sweat and cum, her muscles twitching with ache. She was lifting a pitcher of water over her head and chugging the liquid down her throat, trying desperately to rehydrate. Much of the water spilled down her neck and washed over her large breasts, running down her cleavage and slightly flat stomach, dripping over her sore honey-pot and finally raining onto the floor, where it formed a salty pool of sex-saturated runoff.

Pussy weakly crawled over and licked the floor, gathering up the salty water into her mouth. Nadia had spent the last twenty or so hours fucking the literal shit out of Pussy, but despite the spine-snapping orgasms and brutal exhaustion, the horny little housecat's lust never seemed abated. However much she got she wanted more. However hard Nadia fucked Pussy she just wanted it harder. Several of Nadia's favorite ivory dildos were scattered across the ground in pieces, broken in half by their wild coupling.  

Nadia looked down at the wiggling wreck that was her insatiable demoness, and she sneered with contempt. She had failed. Pussy had beaten her, in a sense. Nadia had promised herself that she'd fuck Pussy out of her heat in a single day, but with the sun rising and the orange light spilling over her lascivious body it was clear she was unsuccessful. Just out of spite she poured the remaining contents of water over Pussy's naked body, causing the cat to squeal in discomfort as the cool liquid shocked her warm, exhausted body. 

Despite the fact that Pussy was too fucked to even walk or stand up, she was obviously ready for more sex. She started to crawl up Nadia's leg, rubbing her nubile chest against Nadia's hard calf, licking her rough tongue over the river of water running down the sorceress's body. 

Nadia chuckled. "I love you Pussy, I really do. A witch couldn't ask for a better familiar, but if there's one thing you should know about me Pussy is that I hate losing. I HATE it. I may like pretending to lose for a little while, especially if it helps some stupid stud get a his dick a little harder, so long as he fucks me with it, but in the end, no matter what, I win. Understand? I always win."

Pussy was struggling to crawl up high enough to taste Nadia's clit, but she smiled defiantly and chuckled. "You know, Nadia, if you're too tired and old to fuck a hot, young thing like me properly, you could always go find someone who can."

Nadia's elegant cheekbones turned bright red with blush, and her wet auburn hair actually rose up as her body tightened with anger. She raised her hand, ready to slap Pussy so hard her jaw would break, but Nadia stopped herself. She breathed heavily, causing her breasts to bounce, but she managed to relax herself. 

"You know what, sweetie," Nadia said, her voice wavering on the verge of screaming. "That's a good idea."

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Nadia locked Pussy in the small tower with no one but Pad, Lily, and Hanna to play with. She knew that even the three of them combined were still no match for an unquenchable succubus, and that Hanna was likely going to be fucked to smithereens, but Nadia only needed about half-an-hour to accomplish a very special spell. This was no simple spell though, and any mishandling of it could prove to be fatal, but Nadia was on a mission, and at this point she frankly just didn't give a fuck.

Her tired hands shivered as she drew a pentagram into the floor with chalk, and she used up twice as many matches as she should have needed to light five candles of different colored wax. She chanted a series of ancient verses in a language no living person other than Nadia and a handful or necromancers in the world knew, and as she did so she began to dance sensually within the pentagram, using what little sexual energy she had left to fuel the spell. The dark room grew hot and humid, and her skin began to drip as the dried fluids on her body liquefied. In the center of the circle she placed a tall, phallic pillar of obsidian that was almost as high as her kneecap, and she kneeled in front of it so her that her breasts wrapped around its smooth shaft. She began to work the obsidian cylinder like it was a massive, black cock, even licking the tip and lubing it up with her spit. The stone responded, and it started to grow hot, sizzling slightly against her wet skin. 

Standing over it, Nadia finished her incantation, screaming into the dark room the name of a very particular demon she desired to commune with, and in the last moment she violently dropped herself onto the hot, black pillar of glass, the thick shaft of which shot up into her body and pulverized a sudden orgasm out of her. She came so hard that her breasts bounced and she wailed, sounding like a pathetic virgin getting rammed up her ass for the first time, but the spell was complete, and judging by the whirling purple smoke exploding all around it was successful.

A massive, masculine form took shape in the purple fog, like a man with bulging muscles and a dominant posture, but his head was like the head of a black panther, and his skin was as black and smooth as the obsidian pillar Nadia was impaled on. The demon began to purr, a deep rumbling so powerful that it shook in Nadia's chest, and the heat from his body was so intense that she swooned. He stepped forward, and Nadia gasped at the sight of the meaty trunk swinging between his legs. Hic cock was twelve inches soft, and yet it was as thick around as her forearm and pulsing with angry veins. The smell from it was like the musk of lion, except there was a sweat, alluring quality to it, one that made Nadia instinctually desire to submit.  

"Nadia Méchant," the demon spoke in a voice like a rumbling earthquake. "Why have you summoned me, you pathetic whore? I told you the last time we met that I would fuck you to death, and I would pimp out your soul in Hell. Have you finally decided to surrender to that fate?"

Nadia's lip quivered as she tried to speak through the sexual fog his musk was creating in her head. "Not yet, big guy, although that does sound like fun. No, I'm having a problem with something and I could use your help."

The demon chuckled, the echoes of which cracked the windows. "And what problem could be so severe that the so-called Supreme Sorceress Nadia Méchant could not solve herself. What task does this worthless slut need Balthazar's help with?"

Nadia took his swinging monstrosity of a penis into her hands and kissed the bulbous head. "It's your daughter, Balthazar. She's acting like a little bitch." 

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"Come on, you stupid cunt, lick me while you still have a tongue!" Pussy yelled at the decapitated head of Hanna the Homunculus, which was the only part of her clay body still intact. Pussy had shattered the rest by fucking it violently, and all that remained of Hanna's red breasts and ass was pulverized powder.

Hanna tried to say "I'm trying," but her voice was muffled by the wet lips of Pussy's vagina which was being pushed into her face. Pussy's legs were wrapped around her head and were tightening, so much so that one more orgasm and the demon would likely crush her head like an egg. Hanna wasn't too worried about that though. No matter what happened to her body Nadia could always build her a new one . . . whenever the easily distracted sorceress got around to it.

"Hey bitch!" Nadia yelled kicking the door open. "I've got someone here who wants to talk to you."

Pussy snorted and threw Hanna's head aside like it was a broken toy, and it crashed through the window and fell several dozen yards to the ground below, where it was likely going to lay until Lily went to pick it up.

"Who is it?" Pussy said, sneering snidely. "Someone who actually know how to fuck properly?"

Nadia snickered. "Actually . . ."

The sorceress stepped aside, and a wave of dark purple smoke flooded into the room, followed by the arousing stench of an alpha-male's thick pheromones. Pussy recognized the masculine smell immediately.

"Oh no," she gasped as a tall, bulking black body stepped into the room, it's panther-like head growling with terrifying dominance. The apocalyptic appendage dangling from its muscular crotch began to harden, and once fully erect it was nearly two-feet long and knotted at the tip. Once plunged inside, it could not be withdrawn until after it was drained completely, and judging by the two black coconuts swinging in a leather bag beneath his penis, this monster could take hours to drain completely. 

Pussy was shivering and already crying a little, but her body responded to the demon's potent pheromones the same way every woman's did, with erect nipples and a wet snatch. She bit her lip as she spoke. "Da . . . daddy?"

Balthazar's massive hands plucked his daughter off of the ground and placed her against his searing hot chest, her pale white body looked like a freshly cracked egg against his solid black flesh. Her vagina came to a rest atop the battering-ram dick of his, and to Nadia it almost looked to be bigger than Pussy's abdomen, but that didn't mean the little slut couldn't take it. She was an immortal demon. The slut could take a beating. 

"I've missed you, daughter," Balthazar said, his voice rumbling with a bit of insincerity. "I can't count the number of kittens your mother has popped out since you've left, or the number of times of ravished your sisters while you've been gone, but despite all that my cock had hungered for a taste of your sweet body."

"Daddy . . . daddy please . . . you're too big . . . too powerful . . . I . . . I've only fucked mortals these last couple years and-"

Balthazar pulled Pussy down a little; just enough to wedge in the first bit of his massive tip, but even that seemed enough to stretch Pussy to the breaking point. She squeaked in pain and started to wiggle pathetically.

"Then I guess it is time to remind you what a real demon in capable of," Balthazar chuckled, slowly impaling his little girl further and further down the shaft of his ebony trunk. "Get ready little girl, I'm going to fuck you like it's your 1,800 birthday all over again."

Balthazar yanked down. Pussy's body bulged with the insertion. She screamed. Nadia gasped. What followed was the most horrifying and painfully arousing rape she had ever seen. Fingering herself in the corner, Nadia couldn't keep up, and she fell asleep even as Pussy's screams echoed throughout the castle. 

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"It is done," Balthazar said to Nadia, waking her up by pressing his softened penis against her face. The salty smell of his demonic cum rushed into her sense and startled her awake. 

Nadia wiped the semen off of her face and was amazed by how pleasantly it burned her skin. She looked over to Pussy and saw that she was still in her human form, but she was broken looking and immobile, like she had just been run over by a stampede of horny bulls, and then fucked by every single one of them. Nadia giggle triumphantly as she licked Balthazar's semen off of her wrist. It was so strong that she nearly vomited, but once it settled down her body filled with a drunken warmth. 

"Wow," Nadia swooned. "It's a wonder you and I have never done 'battle.'"

Balthazar did not seem amused. "The day I fuck you is the day you die, Nadia Méchant, skewered on my cock like the despicable slattern you are. That day is coming bitch. I promise."

Nadia giggled, trying to hide her fear. Demon Kings did not make idle threats. "Well I look forward to it, but in the meantime, I owe you payment, don't I? Even I can't expect to summon a demon as powerful and virile as Balthazar the Inevitable without offering some sort of compensation. What do you want stud? Should I 'sacrifice' a few virgins on your alter? Should I rape an annoying priestess of one of you rival gods?"

Balthazar chuckled and stated to dissolve into purple smoke, his body returning to the Hell. "My daughter always thought she was too good for her family, and she left us the first real opportunity she got by becoming your familiar. For this, I will kill you, but I've already forgiven her. It was nice to remind her of her place though, and that she is still her father's bitch. That is its own reward."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 05



Nadia laughed as Balthazar returned to Hell, but once he was gone she shivered and hugged her naked body. She knew he wasn't joking about killing her. Most demons were liars, but Balthazar was not, and Nadia wasn't so arrogant that she believed she could survive a fight with him. Even goddesses had been raped and murdered by Balthazar the Inevitable, whose name was even feared in Heaven. As she considered her fate, Nadia looked over the naked body of her beloved familiar, and she wondered if it had all been worth it.

"Yes," she finally told herself, and she crept over to Pussy so they could fall asleep in one another's arms.



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 06



Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch was a small village perched high up in the Gorgonsgaze Mountains which bordered the kingdoms of Hedonia and Licentia, but its population more than tripled during the Festival of Aurora, when hundreds of travelers and pilgrims from either kingdom swarmed into the high mountains to watch the Lights, a fantastic display of spiraling spectral lights which filled the sky for only a few nights every year. For some who worshipped Aurora as a serious and severe goddess, this was a time of quiet reflection, for others who worshipped her as a goddess of love and sexual delight, it was a time for wild orgies and drunkenness. For Paris, it meant shoveling three times the amount of shit he normally did.

Frustratingly, his mother was the sort who worshipped Aurora on her back, with her legs spread wide open, as evident by the sensual moaning echoing from the house and the sound of her headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall. This last week his mother's bedroom had been as filled with studs as her stables. She wasn't alone either. The Festival of Aurora brought a lot of fresh pussy and horny young men to town, some being the gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed sort from Hedonia, the others being olive-skinned and dark-eyes beauties from Licentia, and here and there was a traveler from even further away, like the silver-haired people of the Far North, or the almond-eyed people of the Far East. Even people other than human came to worship Aurora, some being satyrs and centaurs with cocks as large as their respective animals, and sensual nymphs who would generously allow a special mortal to fuck them for a single night. 

Being a boy of freshly 18 years, Paris was now the traditional age when he could begin attending such events, but whereas his peers were already hunting their first nymph or oiling up for their first orgy, Paris was still busy shoveling shit. 

"Hey, Paris, do mommy a favor and get Hector's horse ready for him."

Paris turned to see his mother leaning against a wooden beam at the entrance to the stables. She had a very, very satisfied smile on her face, the kind a woman had after getting her brains thoroughly fucked out by a younger man. Her long blonde hair was tussled and clumpy, and her sky-blue eyes were half-lidded with exhausted lust. She hadn't even bothered to fasten her blouse completely up, and her massive breasts hung out like plump bags of milk, sagging slightly but still round and inviting. She was skirtless, and the long shirt only did so much to cover her large, juicy buttocks. One of her fat nipples had a bite mark on it and the way the light shone on the clumpy residue on her chin gave evidence that Jessalee Lelaire let her lovers finish wherever they wanted to. She reeked of sex.

"Why does Hector need his horse now? The bullfight isn't for . . . oh-"

Paris's heart sunk when the strapping, muscular, and glistening tanned body of a handsome 19 year old followed his mother into the stables. He was completely naked except for a glossy sheen of sweat and oil that highlighted the perfect sculpture of his sexual form, and the tremendous trunk of his manhood, although soft, was so thick and long that it could have competed with a satyr's. 

"There you are, my beautiful cocksucker," Hector said as one of his strong, olive-skinned hands came around Jessalee's body and squeezed the pliable flesh of her tit, provoking a small trickle of milk to spew forth from her nipple.

"Mmmm," Jessalee moaned happily, grinding her substantial ass against the boy's shredded abs and a thick shaft. "Hector still needs to prepare for the bullfight. Tradition says he should pray at all eight shrines of Aurora before entering the coliseum, and he really should have left hours ago, but I . . . (snicker) . . . I kept him occupied."

"No regrets Miss Lelaire, no regrets," Hector said, the hot flavor of his Licentian accent slipping through. "I believe the only shrine of Aurora a Festival Champion should worship at is this one," he said, slapping his hand up between Jessalee's legs, his strong fingers probing the soft folds of her vulva. She gasped as her legs shook, and she nearly fell to the floor, but Hector kept a strong hold of her and held her up. Only 19 and he could easily lift a buxom bimbo like Paris's mother over his shoulder like she was some skinny little waif. 

Paris handed the reins of Hector's stunning black steed, Fury, to the older boy, shyly avoiding eye-contact as the stud groped his mother. Paris had to hold on tight. Hector's horse was much like he was: strong and beautiful, and also incredible horny. The horse had never been gelded, and it wasn't unusual to hear of Hector fucking some young woman in the field while his stud did the same to her mare. The heat alone from Fury's low hanging shaft was enough to melt butter. 

"Thanks, my friend," Hector said, taking the reins of Fury and mounting his massive steed. He leaned down to give Jessalee one final kiss and then road off, his rock-hard buttocks bouncing slightly against the hard leather saddle. 

Jessalee watched him go and sighed, already lonely and horny for more. Paris sighed too, but out of despair. He and Hector had been the best of friends when they were young, but over the course of last year's Festival Hector had grown several inches (and not just in terms of height) and his wild Licentian passions had been awakened, much to the dismay of every husband and father in Lightwatch. It was no surprise with the Priestesses of Aurara named Hector this year's Champion. He had proved his virility and fire by bedding every single one of them in a single night.

"This place smells like horseshit," Paris's mother said. "Get back to shoveling."

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Paris was so busy moving a cart of horse-manure that he didn't see what every other passing man and boy saw strutting into town, not until they were right behind him.

"You, little boy. Are you the farmhand? We need some place to stable our horses and yours seems to be the only one in this disgusting little town."

Paris turned at the sound of the feminine but nasally voice and lost his breath at what he saw. Two perfect white horses being ridden by two of the most beautiful and scantily clad Hedonian women he had ever seen. The first, the one who spoke, was toned and busty, with a surprisingly curvy yet athletic body, and her large round breasts were hardly contained by a small metal bikini that was studded with glowing sapphires over where her nipples were barely hidden. Her face was cherubic and flawless, but her puffy pink lips pouted in an arrogant sneer, and she had a large mane of golden curls held back by a sapphire tiara. There was something unbearably obnoxious and childish about her, but that didn't stop Paris's little penis from instantly snapping up to a full three inches.  

"Don't say that, Chancy," the second rider said. "This is a lovely little town, and we are honored to be attending the Festival of Aurora."

This second rider was as beautiful as the first, but in a more genuine way compared to the curly-haired bimbo. Her blonde hair flowed down her naked back like a golden waterfall, and her large blue eyes sparkled both with a young girl's naiveté and strong sense of virtue. She was as undressed as her companion, wearing little more than a metal thong and a negligible breastplate that held her firm, if smaller, bosom thrust up.

Both of the sexy young women were carrying swords at their sides, and although it took Paris a moment to realize it there was no mistaking that their skimpy little thong-bikinis were actually suits of armor.

"You're . . . you're paladins!" Paris exclaimed.

"Gee, I wonder what gave it away," Chancy said in an obnoxious, childish tone. She dismounted from her horse and Paris almost got a nosebleed from the arousing sight of her round ass thrust out in her microscopic thong, and from the way her breasts jiggled slightly as she hit the ground. "Tell me what you know about paladins, retard."

Paris stammered. "I . . . uh . . . I know that you are the personal guard of Queen Nymphoria, and the greatest warriors in Hedonia."

"No," Chancy said, leaning in a little so her massive cleavage surrounded the little boy's field of vision. "We are the greatest warriors in the WORLD! Now listen up, shit-shoveler. My cousin Nicolette and I didn't come to your little backwater to enjoy some bumpkin sex-festival and shove wooden sticks up our asses, or whatever it is you do. We came here tracking a fugitive. A woman. If you see this woman, you let us know."

Paris could feel his heart beating like a drum. Her breasts were right in front of her face. He could smell her, and she smelt amazing, like cherries and sex. "But . . . but how will I know what woman it is you're talking about."

Chancy sneered. "Trust me dumbass. When you see THIS woman, you'll just know."

Nicolette grabbed Paris's shoulder and turned him around, leaning in so close her small breasts nearly pressed against his face. She had the look of a concerned older sister rather than a total bitch like her cousin Chancy. "This woman usually travels in a carriage, and with the company of a young blonde girl about your height, and a lanky black cat with red eyes. Only, sometimes instead of the cat she'll be with a slender girl with black hair who rarely wears any clothes. You must stay alert for them. This woman is extremely dangerous. If you see her, you must warn us immediately. Please, the fate of your town may depend on it."

Nicolette smiled softly, and then even gave Paris a small kiss on his cheek. It was barely a small graze, but that tiny contact between her soft flesh and his sent paralyzing shivers through his petite body. Suddenly he felt the urge to pee very badly. 

"And watch our horses in the meantime," Chancy said, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him back around. Her tits actually did slap him in the face this time. "And I swear, if anything happens to my beloved Buttercup, anything at all, I will castrate you. Got it!"

"Y-y-yes ma'am," Paris said, knees shaking. 

Chancy smiled. "Good. And just so you know I'm serious-"

The busty paladin's armored fingers dug into the weak flesh of his shoulders, holding him in place. Her breasts pressed against his face as she lifted her long, curvy leg back into the air, and then swung it with full force forward, her armored knee flying up into his balls like a silver meteor.

THUD!!!

Paris left the ground and hovered in the air for a single, endless moment, and then fell face first into a small pile of horseshit, clutching his balls, too pained to even tell if they were still there. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out, and as her writhed silently in the mud he watched the two perfect asses of the paladins swaying away, Chancy giggling her head off. 

"That wasn't very nice," Nicolette said, hugging her flimsy cloak around her nearly naked body, trying to cover up her nudity but failing.

Chancy snorted. "Who cares? I barely even felt anything there. It was like kicking a couple of little blueberries and an acorn. Now let's go find a decent inn to stay at."

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Paris stood naked in his bathroom, scrubbing the last of the horseshit from his hair and taking the time to scrub all the sweat and grime from his little body as well. He looked at his body in the mirror and was disappointed with what looked back: a little boy with a little dick. Despite being just a year younger than Hector, Paris was barely five feet high and his soft, nubile body should have belonged to a much younger man. His abdomen was flat and firm, but there wasn't a single line of muscle definition on him even after years working in the stables. He had a cute face, but it was the kind of cute that got him mistaken for a girl more than once. 

He sat on the edge of his washtub and spread his legs, looking down at his hard three inches of cock. There wasn't a lot there. One girl he had showed it to had called it a 'chode.'

He wondered if Penelope would call it a chode.

Penelope was Paris's other oldest, dearest friend. A cute, sweet girl of mixed Hedonian and Licentian heritage, she was born into the Temple of Aurora and as such was destined to become a priestess of that holy order. Because of her studies Paris hadn't seen much of her in the last year, and when he did it was only at religious gatherings and festivals, and she was always stuck in a flock of her holy sisters. Once upon a time the three of them had been inseparable: Paris, Penelope, and Hector, but as they got older their separate passions drove them apart. Penelope blossomed into a beautiful young woman with a busty chest and soft, swaying hips. Hector erupted into a pinnacle of manhood, and his puberty tore through Lightwatch like a hurricane. Paris . . . he just stayed the same. Paris began to fall madly in love with Penelope, but priestesses only coupled with Champions, not shit-shovelers. Luckily, Paris was sure that Penelope was the one prize in Lightwatch Hector hadn't claimed, thanks in large part to an incident in which Penelope came home from the Temple early, and discovered her mother getting her anus stretched out by the furious cock of Hector. Penelope flew into a rage after that, and promised to never speak to Hector again, and Paris knew it was because she had been starting to fall in love with the sexy Licentian stud. 

As Paris began to think about Penelope, his hand found its way to his erect little acorn, and he began to stroke it with two fingers. He was moments away from climaxing when his mother walked in.

Jessalee took in the sight of her tiny son flogging his tiny prick and snickered. "Want me to get you a pair of tweezers so you can finish?"

"MOM!" Paris yelled, throwing a wet towel at her. "Get out of here!"

"Alright," she shrugged. "I just wanted to tell you that your little friend Penelope is waiting for you outside. She says she wants to go to the bullfight with you."

"P-p-Penelope?" Paris stammered, hands still on his tiny boy-bump. Maybe it was the shock of his mother walking in, or the sight and smell of the paladins in his mind, but Paris suddenly came, and his little penis pumped a few think strands of semen across the floor, one landing across his mother's foot. He was left blushing and panting like he had just run a marathon. "I'll . . . I'll be right down."

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Penelope was standing by the gate, looking like the very incarnation of Aurora herself. The last time Paris had really been alone with her Penelope had been a dirty little tomboy. She had always kept her nutmeg brown hair short, like a boy's, and her slender body with her cinnamon color skin had always been covered with little scrapes and bruises. Penelope had been mistaken for being a boy about as often as Paris had been mistaken for being a girl, but the beautiful maiden standing before him was unquestionably female. Her nutmeg hair had grown out, and she now wore it in two thick braids that hung down her shoulders. Her skinny body had filled out with strong feminine curves, although her bare stomach still showed the slight definition of her abdominals, and her calves were quite pronounced. Her cinnamon colored skin glistened softly, coated with oil and pampered regularly in the warm bathes of the Temple. She wore the robes of an acolyte of Aurora, which weren't much in the way of robes at all. A single span of transparent white cloth covered her firm, perky breasts, and another covered her waist, but it did not cover enough to hide the deep cleavage of her muscular ass which peaked out at both top and bottom. Her navel had been pieced with a golden ring, as had both of her nipples, judging by the bumps along the outline of her tits. Other than that she wore some gold chains and a pair of high-heeled sandals to make her seem a little taller, not that she wasn't already six inches taller than Paris.

"Penelope, w-what are you doing here?" Paris asked, fidgeting uncomfortably as he had trouble suppressing his erection . . . not that 3 inches left much of an impression. 

"I've missed you too, loser," she laughed, jokingly. Her voice hadn't changed at all. It was still the same boyish voice from before, sweet but with a little rasp to it. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug that caused her firm breasts to slip and smash against his chin. "It's been too long. I hate the way we've all fallen apart, with me at the Temple, Hector always training to become a Champion, and you with your mother's stables."

Paris blushed at the reminder of his humble life, but he didn't pull away. This hug was the closest he had even come to having sex other than spying on Hector with any number of girls. 

"Well, we should try to see more of each other. You and me," Paris suggested, careful to leave Hector out of it.

"Exactly! And we're going to start tonight! Now that I've earned my third piercing from the Temple I'm no longer an acolyte, but a fully fledged priestess. I'll be much freer than I was before, and I suspect Hector will be too after the Festival is over, seeing as how there hasn't been a Minotaur or a gorgon sighting in so many years."

Paris grumbled sourly, suddenly hoping a very mean gorgon would slither into town and turn Hector to stone.

"I figured we can start with the bullfight at the coliseum," Penelope said, bouncing a little with excitement. "We'll cheer on Hector and try to see him after the show. You know, if he isn't busy with . . . you know." Penelope bit her lower lip and blushed.

(Busy fucking his way through a dozen girls in the Champion's chamber), Paris thought, which was exactly what he'd probably be doing. 

Paris's mother picked that moment to interrupt, and she sauntered over even though her body still stank of Hector's cum, and she still hadn't completely bothered to button her blouse up. At least she was wearing a skirt. 

"My, my. Penelope, you've grown into such a fine young woman. I bet the boys are crawling over one another to get a shot at you." As Jessaleee gave her lewd compliment her hand came to a rest on the athletic priestess's back, and it slowly glided downward until the ravenous cougar's paw cupped her firm buttocks tightly. She squeezed a little, her nails punching in, and Penelope responded with a little wiggle and stifled moan.

"Thank you Miss Lelaire." Penelope said, suddenly breathing very heavily. "And you are a . . . enticing as ever."

Jessalee chuckled deeply as her fat lips twisted into a naughty smile. "So sweet. Give me a kiss, dear."

There was nothing unusual about two women kissing in the village of Lightwatch. It was actually a common form of greeting in both Hedonia and Licentia, but such a greeting was usually just a small peck on the lips. As Penelope stood on her tippy-toes to kiss the leaning older woman, Jessalee pushed upward with the hand cupping her buttocks, forcing the little priestess into a much deeper, much more intimate kiss than what was normally expected. Penelope's brown eyes went wide with a moment of shock, and she pranced on her feet as if she needed to suddenly pee, but slowly she melted back into a relaxed state, her eyes rolling upward in bliss. Both their jaws started to move, and Paris could even hear the sound of their tongues slapping against each other. Paris could see his mother's fingers moving, and he realized that she was tapping against Penelope's rectum, tickling her in that naughty place to enhance the swooning effect of the kiss.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 06



When the spit-swapping finally ended it was Jessalee who pulled away, smiling dominantly and blushing slightly, a long strand of saliva connecting her chin to Penelope's. The poor little priestess was gasping and heaving as if she had just run up a steep hill. Her nipples were so erect that they looked ready to cut through the cloth of her skimpy top, and her little skirt had been pushed up so far that everyone could so her inner-thigh glisten with the moisture of her wet pussy. 

"Sweetie," Jessalee said, licking her lips. "Why don't you go wait for Paris in the road? I have something to say to my son in private."

Penelope blinked and moaned as if waking up from a pleasant dream, and then nodded girlishly before stumbling out the gate, but not before Jessalee gave the girl's exposed butt a playful slap. 

Once Penelope was out of earshot Jessalee pinched her son's cheek. "You're welcome."

"Y-y-you're welcome?" Paris stuttered. "You're welcome for what? Molesting the love of my life?"

Jessalee snorted. "No. For getting the ripe little slut all hot and bothered for you. Shit, son. Her pussy was practically dripping. She needs a fuck and she needs it HARD, and I've given you the perfect opportunity to get to that pussy while it's still tight."

"What do you mean 'still tight'?"

His mother groaned and rolled her eyes. "I mean a doe like that doesn't get to prance in the forest for very long before she gets her little ass speared through by a hunter, and to be completely honest, you do not have the biggest spear in the forest."

Paris tried to protest, but all that came out of his throat was a pathetic whimper.

"You don't honestly think a stud like Hector is going to let a hot piece of ass strut around forever do you? No. He is going to nail that pussy to the wall and use it whenever he wants like a dirty oven-mitt. You better get to that pussy first, otherwise it's going to be gone forever."

Paris was blushing so hotly that he started to sweat, and his heartbeat was like a drum ready to explode. He was so flustered and angry that he could barely speak, but then he nodded. As much as he hated to admit it, his mother was right.

"Good boy," Jessalee said, cupping her son's tiny genitals in her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now go have fun at the bullfight and make your mommy proud."

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The coliseum was the largest structure in the village of Lightwatch, and it was also the oldest. Built long before the town even existed, no one was quite sure who built it or what its original purpose was, only that beneath its surface there were hundreds of miles worth of unexplored tunnels and catacombs. Occasionally a brave archeologist or historian would explore the endless depths, and sometimes make an interesting discovery, such as art depicting a gorgon wearing a crown, but a few never returned at all. In any case, since the people of Lightwatch spent much more time obsessing over athletes than academics, no one really gave a shit about the history of the place so long as they got a good show.

The circular stone seats were packed with hundreds of spectators, over half the town had come out for the show, and the rest of the audience were travelers recently arrived for the festival. The annual bullfight wasn't just a dramatic event; it also held religious importance as well. The black bull represented the darkness and evil of the universe, whereas the matador represented the Champion of Light, and his rapier represented a holy beam of the sun. 

The audience cheered and gasped with the bull was released, a particularly intimidating specimen found in the mountains. The raging behemoth of muscle must have easily weighed three-thousand pounds or more, and as it ran through the dusty arena the audience could feel vibrations in their feet, as if the beast was a living earthquake. It had four terrible twisting horns that ended in points sharp enough to puncture steel armor, and its meaty jaws hung open to allow a thick stream of saliva ooze forth. The beast had been worked up into a frenzy, and now it was ready to kill. 

Then came the matador, Hector. To represent the purity of his faith and to prove his courage, Hector entered the arena completely naked, the only things covering his gorgeous body was a small leather belt from which hung his silver rapier, and a thin sheen of oil that had been massaged into his sculpted form by a dozen naked priestesses. His black hair and dark eyes glistened wetly, as did his tremendous cock that swung between his legs.

The women in the audience lost themselves, many of them screaming hysterically for even a small glance from their sexual obsession, others shamelessly groping themselves between their legs and literally gushing with admiration.

The audience went silent when the bull noticed him. Its wild, directionless rage was suddenly focused, and it dug into the dusty ground as it eyed its prey. Hatred and anger were etched into the monster's thick face as it roared, letting loose a spray of hot saliva and a scream that echoed through the coliseum like a nightmare.

It charged, the audience gasped, and Hector deftly dodged.

The beast took a long time to turn, building up momentum with every thunderous step, and it charged him again, this time waving its head back and forth hoping to tear his body to shreds. 

Hector let it get close. He let it get so close that when he finally did dodge it, he was able to press his hand against the bull's side, gliding over its bulging body as if he were just petting a kitten. 

The bull seemed to realize it was being mocked, and it did not like that at all. It reared up on its hind legs and turned suddenly, swiping its horn around so quickly that most in the audience could barely predict it, but Hector had. He was suddenly on the beasts back, straddling its mountainous body with his powerful legs, and his hand flashed down to his sword-belt. 

One brief flash of silver and it was over. Hector's rapier disappeared into the bull's body like a needle into a loaf of bread, and the heart was pierced perfectly. 

The bull remained standing for a single moment, its tremendous tongue hanging free, its nostrils snorting a last breath of life, and then it collapsed to the ground, dead.

Hector stood atop the beast's corpse with his hands held high, his cock erect, and over a hundred women in the audience instantaneously achieved orgasm.

Penelope was one of them.

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"I'm . . . I'm alright," Penelope gasped, recovering slowly from an unwanted public orgasm.

Paris was helping her out of the arena and into the hallways of the coliseum, hoping to get away from the humid heat of the crowd and find a nice quiet spot for her to cool down. 

Penelope was frankly a mess. Her tan skin was still flush and the tops of her breasts sparkled with little beads of sweat as she fanned herself off, breathing heavily. Her skirt was soaked to the point that it was completely transparent, and it clung to her skin so tightly that Paris could even make out the shape of her tight vulva and erect clit. He had thought for a moment that she had been pissing herself, especially from the way she suddenly crossed her legs and cried out, tears dripping from her scrunched up face. But she hadn't been peeing. She had been cumming, and she came hard even though she hadn't been touching herself like so many others had.

Paris was blushing from a deep sense of inadequacy, but he still tried to speak. "Penelope, I-"

"That was amazing wasn't it?" Penelope interrupted, excited and dizzy with euphoria. "I . . . I thought I was going to hate it. I usually hate watching an animal suffer, but . . . but . . . mmmm." Penelope moaned and swayed a little, grinding her body against the stone wall, probably imaging it as Hector's naked body.

Paris took a deep breath. "Penelope. I . . . I think you're really pretty and-"

"No wonder the bullfight is considered sacred. Didn't he look amazing? Like . . . like a GOD!"

"Penelope, I-"

"We have to go see him! I have to see him! We need tell him how amazing that was and-"

But this time Paris interrupted her. From somewhere deep within himself Paris managed enough bravery to grab Penelope's shoulder, spin her around, and push her hot body against the cold stone wall. Her brown eyes were wide with shock as her pressed his own body against her, weakly pinning her back as his lips pushed against hers in a clumsy, slightly uncomfortable kiss. His three-inch nub sunk into the flesh of her inner-thigh, and his pants were almost instantly damp with her lust from the bullfight.

Seconds passed. Seconds that felt like hours. Awkward hours. Penelope wasn't kissing him back. She wasn't even putting in a fraction of the enthusiasm she had given to his mother. He opened her eyes and her saw her looking down at him, her big brown irises were blinking in confusion.

Paris pulled back, suddenly aware of what a terrible mistake he had made.

"Penelope . . . I just-"

SLAP!!!

Paris fell to the ground with a fresh red outline on his cheek of Penelope's hand. He looked up to see her walking away very stiffly with a queasy, embarrassed expression on her face.

"Penelope! Wait!" Paris cried, getting up and running after her.

She stiffly turned and saw him coming, so she started to walk a little quicker, and then a little quicker still, and a little more, until finally she was running. Paris ran after her but even in high-heeled sandals Penelope outpaced him, galloping like a sexy gazelle through the crowd of drunk and horny revelers, brazenly shoving a few out of her way. They growled at her but did nothing, noticing that she was a priestess of Aurora. They did not pay the same mind to Paris, who was too weak to push his way through the crowd anyway.

"Penelope! Wait! Please, I'm sorry!"

Paris saw her slip into a room, cutting through a small flock of scantily clad village girls all dressed to impress. Paris ran in after her, bumping against several pairs of firm, perky tits as he did so, and stumbled into the warm, bright room without any idea of where he was.

"Penelope, I-"

And there he was. Hector. Standing in the middle of the room like a bronze stature of the perfect man, holding a cup of wine in one hand and a pomegranate in the other, the red juices of which were dripping down her chin and chiseled pectorals. He was somewhat clothed at least, wearing a thin sheet of white cloth around his torso, but the heavy impression of his penis was unmistakable, bulging like a sausage in a pillowcase. He looked rather surprised.

Penelope was there too, standing next to Paris and shivering with mortified embarrassment, blushing so red her cheeks looked like the pomegranate in Hector's hand, tears forming in her eyes.

"And now my friend Paris joins us," Hector exclaimed, happily surprised, but obviously confused. "Penelope, Paris. We haven't all been together is so long."

Penelope was on the verge of crying. "Hector . . . I'm sorry. I . . . I didn't know this was your room when I-"

"Nonsense!" Hector interrupted, wrapping his arm around Penelope's wait and pulling her smaller body in for a kiss, a kiss on the cheek Paris was happy to notice, although he was not happy to notice that way Penelope looked ready to cream herself again. "Why wouldn't I be happy to see my two greatest friends in the world? Penelope, you are like a little brother to me . . . I mean SISTER!"

Paris snorted, but Penelope was ready to cry again. Growing up she had been like a little brother to Hector, always collecting insects for him and wanting to wrestle. But now that little 'boy' was a big girl, and she wanted to wrestle in a much different way. Hector didn't even seem to notice what a sexy little nymph she had developed into, despite what Paris's mother had predicted.

"So . . . are we just going to keep getting interrupted like this all night?" a woman asked, a woman with a smooth, sensual voice that sent chills down Paris's spice and settle in his stomach like warm rum. 

He turned to the darkest corner of the room and his jaw dropped. There was a woman lounging there, her long, slender but buxom body sprawled over a pile of rugs like a decadent tigress ready to pounce or be pounced. Although half in shadow, her green eyes sparkled like fiery emeralds, and the lips reflected the light like polished rubies. She wasn't naked, but she wasn't very clothed either. Her garments were like a skintight leotard that sunk into her curvaceous buttocks in a lacey thong and ran up her breasts and around her neck where the one-piece was held in place by a diamond-studded choker. Her limbs were long and graceful, her breast so large it was a wonder how they stayed so impossibly perky, and her auburn hair flowed down her arched back like liquid fire. She was without a single doubt the most beautiful, stunning, arousing, orgasmic woman Paris had ever, ever seen. This woman made the word 'sexy' seem dull. She made fire look damp, and solid gold look like rusty metal. Next to her even Penelope was just a scruffy tomboy again. 

Paris was so enrapt by the sexual siren song her body-language screamed that he didn't even notice the other girl in the room, but there was a little blonde girl of about his age and height dressed in the modest style of a Hedonian mountaineer, and in her arms was a lanky black cat with red eyes. 

"Oh . . . oh," Penelope said, her chest quivering with hurt at the sight of the goddess resting in Hector's room. "I see. You're . . . you're busy celebrating your victory no doubt. I'm sorry I interrupted you. Please . . . please," Penelope couldn't even finish, so she just turned to leave, choking back tears.

"Penelope wait," Hector said, his hand gripping Penelope's shoulder and stopping her in her tracks. "It's not what you think. This woman is not my lover. She is a . . . how-do-you-say . . . I person who is interested in old things. Old, dusty things. Things in the ground."

"An archeologist?" Paris suggested, although from the lewd look of the woman's carnal figure he doubted it.

"Yes!" Hector said.

"Whatever," the woman said, shrugging her elegant shoulders. 

"Penelope, Paris," Hector began. "Maybe you would like to help me in an adventure. This woman, this archeologist, she says there is something very important and special hidden underneath the coliseum. Something very important to the history of the Festival of Aurora. I'm going to help her find it. Isn't that right Miss . . . I'm sorry . . . I don't know your name."

The woman glided to a standing position like a cobra, her slender body snapping into place with a level of grace that should have been impossible given the sheer weight of her gigantic breasts. She looked around the room and especially focused on Penelope. The auburn goddess saw the girl's tears and she smirked with arrogant self-satisfaction, drinking in the younger girl's jealousy like sweet nectar. This was clearly a woman who knew exactly how superior she was, and she clearly liked to others to know as well. 

"Nadia," she said, the name rolling over her tongue slowly as if it were a sound she made while performing oral sex. "Nadia Méchant."

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The words of the paladins echoed in Paris's ears. "She's dangerous," they had said. He needed to go warn them. "The fate of your town depends on it." That's what they had said. At least that's what the nice one had said, Nicolette. The other one, Chancy, she was the one Paris didn't care much for. There was still a dull pain in his stomach from when she had kicked him. These dire warnings from the champions of Hedonia could not be banished from his mind, which made sitting at the table with the very woman he was warned about very awkward. 

"Are you sure you have no idea?" Nadia said, leaning over on the table so far that her breasts threatened to explode out of the lacey cutout in her leotard. "None at all?" 

"I am sorry milady, but no," Hector said, shrugging his broad shoulders and taking another large gulp of wine. Even the apple in his throat looked powerful as it flexed when he drank. "I am aware of the catacombs, of course, but I have never explored them deeply. And I have never heard of this treasure like you describe. A tomb? No."

"What about you gorgeous?" Nadia turned to Penelope, smiling with a subtle implication of attraction. "The village of Lightwatch was founded by the Temple of Aurora, and the tomb I seek is related to that particular goddess. I don't suspect the Temple teaches you little girls anything about history when you're not busy learning the erotic arts?" 

Penelope frowned and folded her arms tightly, causing her cleavage to push up attractively, but she was as flat as a board compared to Nadia. "I don't think I would be allowed to tell you if I did, but no. This coliseum existed long before the Order of Aurora founded the Temple at Lightwatch. They came here because of the Holy Lights, which my order believes are sacred to Aurora. I didn't believe this old building had anything to do with our religion."

Nadia grumbled and held her perfect chin in the palm of her hand. The manicured nails on her other hand tapped against the surface of the table, stabbing at the wood with such vigor that she left little scratches. "Nothing. Not a clue. I've been researching this find for years and all I've managed to uncover is that the Holy Lights have something to do with. Damn."

Nadia was mostly talking to herself, but Penelope saw an opportunity to flirt with Hector and she took it. Her little foot came up and gently caressed his spectacular calf muscle, and she leaned over to try and distract his attention away from Nadia's much more enticing cleavage. "You know, if there is anything down there I bet Hector could find it. He really is quite brave . . . and smart . . . and handsome . . . and big. I think he's the most promising Champion our little village has had in years. Decades!"

"You're too kind, Penelope." Hector smiled and actually blushed a little. Perhaps he didn't know what to make of his 'little brother' rubbing against his leg, but his body did. A very sizeable bulge was starting to grow in his loincloth. Hector may not have realized what a horny little girl Penelope was, but his cock sure did. 

"Mmmm . . . you don't say?" Nadia cooed. She was sitting the closest to the young stud, and she leaned in ever closer to admire him. Her mesmerizing chest-melons pushed against the oiled, hairless muscles of his pectorals, and she even traced her fingertips down the deep grooves of his abdominals. Then Nadia saw his crotch-hydra and her subtle smirk became a hungry smile. "Why yes . . . obviously a true champion. I bet I could find all sorts of uses for him. Maybe losing out on this treasure won't be a total wash after all."

"No!" Penelope yelled, standing up so fast her chair fell over. She darted around the table and wrapped her slender arms around the bronze biceps of her heart's (and pussy's) desire. "I mean . . . there's plenty of time for you to go get lost in the catacombs and scavenge through the dirt. Maybe you should go get started right now."

"I wouldn't mind doing so," Nadia hissed, "so long as this brave stud promised to protect me. I want him by my side at all times. His body never even an inch away from mine in those warm, dark, cramped little tunnels."

"Then I should go to!" Penelope insisted, snarling like a kitten at the tigress. "As a priestess of Holy Aurora I have a duty to oversee any excavations of her relics, and Hector should protect me, seeing as how you 'archeologists' are so common and replaceable."

Nadia's puffy lips were twisted in a sneer. She reached out and pinched one of Penelope's nipples, hooking her finger through the piercing. She twisted.

"Ouch!" Penelope whined. 

"How long have you had these nipple piercings?" Nadia asked. "A week? You haven't been a priestess for very long. Why don't you go pray somewhere and leave the grownup work to the grownups."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 06



For once in his life Hector was afraid. He was not actually that accustomed to women fighting over him, most were happy enough to join in on a three-way, or even a four-way, as he often enjoyed. The snarling, bitchy contest was strangely arousing though, and now his cock was so erect it was pulling his loincloth up.

"I'll go with him to find the treasure!"

"No, I will!"

"Fuck you, you little bitch! He's mine! I mean . . . the TREASURE is mine!"

"He doesn't belong to you, you old hag. Why don't you go back to whatever brothel you crawled out of?" 

"Ladies, please," Hector said, hands raised. "I don't even know where the treasure-"

"I KNOW WHERE IT IS!!!"

The room went silent, all eyes focused on Paris. All of them. Nadia's perfect emeralds were arched with an impression of curiosity and skepticism. Penelope's large brown eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion. Hector looked impressed, and actually looked away from Nadia's body for a moment. The blonde girl in the corner looked incredulous, as did the red eyes of the strange cat she held. It took Paris a moment to realize they were all looking at him because he had been the one who yelled out that he knew where the treasure was. So desperate, so sad, so needful of a reason to get Penelope's attention that he yelled out a ridiculous and impossible lie. But he had done so, right to the face of a woman he knew to be a dangerous outlaw.

"I . . . I know what it is you're looking for. I know where it is."

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Paris's mother Jessalee was pissed when she opened the front door to let him in. He was much later than she had expected him to be, and none of his house chores had gotten done. It was his turn to do the laundry, and her sheets were particularly saturated with sex-stains from the previous night spent with Hector. Her one hope was that her son was late because he had spent all night screwing the shit out of Penelope, that dirty little tomboy he had been friends with for so long. Not that Jessalee wasn't going to kick her son's ass even if that was the case, she would just be a little less ashamed of him if he had finally gotten some pussy. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" Jessalee yelled as she flung the door open. "I have half a mind to . . . oh . . . wow."

Standing behind her wimpy little son was the hottest woman Jessalee had even seen. Long auburn hair, narrow green eyes, pussy lips, and a pair of tits that could satisfy a baby behemoth, this woman was a walking wet-dream come to life. Jessalee was sure she was a tourist, judging by her perfectly groomed nails, flawless skin, and expensive, revealing clothes, so she couldn't be a whore, not that Paris had enough money to get more than a hand-job anyway. 

Jessalee stood there in total shock, breathing heavily and suddenly aware of how long it had been since the last time she had been with another woman. "I . . . who . . . what?"

"Nadia Méchant, pleased to meet you," the curvaceous archeologist greeted, swaying her wild hips around Paris's little body like a dancer and stepping inside. Paris's mother was a well-rounded woman, but she sagged a bit with age, and her gut had a small bulge to it. Nadia's breasts were even larger than Jessalee's, and even without the support of a bra they rose up against gravity with unbelievable bouncy, and her skin was as smooth as polished metal and as tight as a drum. The only wrinkles in her entire form were the small dimples of her large, seductive smile. 

"I came into town late for the festival," Nadia said, leaning close to Jessalee so that their breasts touched, and Nadia's much firmer bust pushed the buxom mother's tits in like bundles of dough. "You very polite little son Peter-"

"Paris"

"-Patrick was nice enough to offer me your spare room," Nadia said with a wink."

"We . . . we don't have a spare room," Jessalee said, gasping from the heat of the other woman's body. Nadia's nipples were pushing into her breasts like little thimbles. 

"That's alright," Nadia chuckled suggestively, her slender hand slipping underneath Jessalee's loosened blouse and wrapping around her waist. "I'll sleep with you."

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Paris's mother forgot her son ever existed as she gave Nadia the tour of their small cottage, remaining keenly focused on directing the attractive archeologist up to her bedroom. Neither was being shy with their hands either, and by the time they were going up the stairs Paris saw his mother squeezing Nadia's succulent buttocks like there were fresh peaches.

He used the moment to put on his wool coat and quickly hit the road, jogging back to town to warn the paladins of the woman's presence in his house, but he barely made in ten feet past the gate before Nadia's little blonde assistant stopped him, still holding that same black cat, the one with the red eyes.

"Where are you going?" the young blonde girl asked, looking quite suspicious of Paris's actions.

"I . . . um . . . need to get groceries. If all of you are staying for breakfast we won't have enough for everyone."

The blonde girl's eyebrow went up. She was rather cute when she looked so suspicious. Really, she was just cute in general. "The sun went down an hour ago. Will the grocer even be open?"

"If I hurry."

"I should come with you."

"I can do it alone."

"I should come with you," the girl insisted. "Mistress Nadia is very specific about what she eats."

"No, no, I can handle it. BYE!"

Without any other ideas Paris simply ran for it, darting past the spunky blonde girl so fast that she fell down on her bouncy little butt. She whined and yelled after him, but he was already around the bend.

Paris didn't see the black cat following him.

#####

"The paladins? They took the King's Suite," Oleric the innkeeper told Paris, looking a little annoyed. "Damned brats demanded my best room, and they ain't even paying for it."

"Really? Why'd you give it to them then?" Paris asked. He had never known Oleric to be the generous type, and from the sour look on his face there obviously hadn't been any 'pro bono' compensation from the beautiful warriors.

"Because they're paladins, the chosen warriors of Queen Nymphoria, and the last thing I need is to piss of her 'Royal Sluttiness.' Don't want to end up in some sex-dungeon with a twelve-inch dildo up my ass. I'm not into the sort of stuff."

"Thanks," Paris said, and slowly edged and scooted his way through the very crowded inn. Oleric made a killing during the festival, and many of his rooms were double-booked just so every tourist had a place to sleep at night, which created a usually fruitful arrangement for two strangers to have a readily available partner for anonymous sex. The echoes and whimpers of love-making from the inn's many rooms were just as loud as the crowded common room, and some horny festival frolickers hadn't even bothered to close their doors. Walking through the hallway was like exploring a living museum of sex, every doorway offering a voyeuristic glimpse of some new perversion.

By the time he got to the door to the King's Suite his little pecker was fully erect at three inches, and it felt ready to pop. 

Paris knocked, and after a moment the door swung open. Luckily it was the nicer of the two paladins, Nicolette, and Paris nearly moaned at the sight of her. She was freshly bathed and pampered, her smooth white skin was glossy with a fresh layer of lotions and oils, and her long blonde hair hung over her shoulder in a loose braid. She was wearing nothing but a transparent pink nightdress that barely reached past her bellybutton, and her hairless peach looked soft and clean.

"You," Nicolette's big blue eyes blinked in confusion. "You're that boy from the stable aren't you?"

"I . . . I . . . I," Paris stammered. His face was so red that it felt like a nosebleed was about to start. 

"Who the fuck is it?" the nasally voice of Chancy came from inside the room. There was the sound of a body splashing out of water, and her naked form appeared in the doorway, enrapt in an aura of steam and her sensuously tight body dripping with hot water and soupy bubbles. Her curly blonde hair was tied up into a bundle and she was holding a wooden bathing brush at her side like a sword.

"I . . . I . . . I," Paris stammered. He heart was beating so quickly he was worried it was going to pop before his little penis did. "I . . . I . . . I met her. Nadia!"

The two young women looked at one another with different expressions. Nicolette was worried and resolute, Chancy was sneering and cocksure.

"Come," Chancy said, welcoming him inside, but Paris's body took it the wrong way and he 'came' in a different sense, leaving a sticky dark spot on the crotch of his pants. 

#####

Paris sat on Nicolette's bed naked and embarrassed, his hands covering his minuscule manhood while his clothes were being washed by the inn's staff. He told the paladins about everything that had happened in the last day, how it ended with Nadia sleeping over at his house, about their quest beneath the coliseum tomorrow morning. He was a little distracted telling the story though, since both of the paladin cousins were still completely naked and sitting so close to him that he could smell the shampoo in their hair.

"She's trapped," Chancy said, slapping the bed and causing her gelatinous breasts to jiggle. "We should ride on her now! Burn the whole place down on top of her!"

"What?" Paris cried. "No!"

"Chancy! Contain yourself!" Nicolette scolded her older cousin. "Besides being a very rude thing to do, a simple fire won't be enough to stop a woman like Nadia. She must know we're in town, that's why she's sleeping at the stables so far away. She'll be expecting us."

"So we should ambush her in the coliseum," Chancy said, looking a little annoyed that her ideas weren't being respected.

"Also bound to fail," Nicolette shook her head. "No one has explored all those tunnels, and the whole point of an ambush is to have a greater sense of the surroundings than your opponent. And besides that, neither of us has ever been able to take her in single combat. She's defeated both of us every time, and every time she . . . she HUMILIATES us!" Nicolette blushed and little tears sparkled in her eyes, but Paris also noticed that her small pink nipples became more erect, and the tight mound of her peach started to swell a little. He wasn't sure how Nadia had 'humiliated' them, but he had a pretty good idea it was sexual. 

Chancy groaned and fell back on the bed, her legs spread wide open and her breasts jiggling to a slow stop on top of her. She looked up at the ceiling for a few moments before leaning back up, smiling wickedly. 

"We'll use the kid," she said, grinning evilly.

"Use . . . use me?" Paris asked. Although he was scared his little prick jumped back to life, foolishly hopeful that the tempting bitch was going to 'use' him for something fun.

Chancy strutted over to her bags and started to rustle through them, eventually producing a small amulet that looked like an empty bottle tied to a necklace, and a bundle of blue leaves.

"Oh," Nicolette nodded. "I see what you're up to. Now THIS plan may just work."

"Glad you think so, because I'm going to need you to suck the kid's dick until he cums," Chancy said, barely able to stop herself from giggling. 

"What? Me?" Nicolette looked down at Paris's petite body and couldn't help but frown. "But . . . but I prefer . . . 'bigger' men."

"Don't we all," Chancy said. "But I came up with the plan, so you need to come up with the cum. Now get on your knees and start sucking cock, cousin." Chancy slapped her hand across Nicolette's ass and her little cousin yelped in surprise. 

Rubbing her tight little ass and grumbling a little, Nicolette slowly glided to her knees and gently pushed Paris's legs open, revealing the three inch skinny little thumb sticking up from his perfectly smooth grape-bag. Paris's heart was beating and he was breathing heavily. He was actually about to get a blowjob from one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, and a paladin no less.

Nicolette bit her lip nervously and brushed some rebellious strands of blond hair out of her eyes. She looked up with a sad, reluctant face

"This doesn't mean I like you or anything, alright?" she said. "Just . . . try to cum as fast as possible, and don't get any in my hair."

She slid down, her puffy, cool lips wrapping around the short shaft of his prick, her wet tongue wiggling out and cupping the bottom of his scrotum. Dick and balls together, she took him all into her mouth easily, and she began to push it all around with her tongue. It wasn't a real blowjob, not the kind that a bigger man with a bigger tool got, but Paris's penis was so small that if Nicolette tried to get any rhythm going the little thing would probably pop out. Instead, she just sucked on it like a piece of candy, albeit flavorless candy. Paris wasn't even manly enough to get that salty musk that many women enjoyed to taste while they sucked a fat dick.

Paris gritted his teeth as tried not to pop. He wanted this moment to last forever. He was in heaven.

But then Chancy surprised him. Giggling like the mischievous bitch she was, Chancy knelt down on the ground behind her cousin, taking Nicolette's tight ass in her hands a prying the cheeks apart. Chancy stuck out her tongue; a long, pink, serpentine tongue that wiggled like a limbless contortionist, and she sunk it right into Nicolette's little pussy. 

Nicolette's eyes popped and she started to squeal with Paris's junk still inside her mouth. The shock of suddenly being penetrated by her cousin's talented tongue sent shivers through her body, and she even bit down a little on the base of Paris's penis.

"Ouch . . . fuck . . . oh Nicolette . . . I'm cumming!"

This was all too much for Paris, and he started to cum, his little prick erupting against the inside of the paladin's cheek. She pulled back, but kept his little acorn between her lips, letting him unload completely into her mouth, not losing or swallowing a single drop.

Chancy stood up and straddled her cousin's back, riding her like a pony, and she held the amulet underneath Nicolette's chin, opening the little bottle with her thumb. Nicolette popped off of Paris's dick, and one final small spurt of cum shot out and hit her in the eye. She whined a little, and then opened her mouth and began to let all of his cum ooze out of her lips, carefully filling the amulet. Once it was full Nicolette began to couch and spit on the floor, trying to rid her mouth of the taste of boy-cum.

Chancy giggled and stood over her cousin, grinding her hairless crotch against the back of Nicolette's head a little. "Now eat these," she said, shoving the blue leaves at Paris.

"But . . . but why?" Paris asked, still dizzy from the most satisfying orgasm of his entire life.

"I said eat, bitch!" Chancy ordered, immediately losing her patience. "Eat all of it, or I will crack your little balls open like there were pistachios. Eat!"

Paris did, shoving the blue leaves into his mouth and chewing. They tasted terrible, like shit, and they started to bleed noxious oil that seemed to soak into his tongue and gums.

Paris tried to ask 'why' again, but his mouth was too full of the nasty vegetation to speak.

"Alright, Paris, we still need your help," Nicolette said as she wiped the last of his cum off of her chin. "This amulet I just filled with your essence is called a phylactery. It will lead us to you, no matter where you go. This way we can follow you and Nadia without tipping her off. But the real coup-de-grace of the plan is in those poisonous leaves Chancy gave you."

"Poisonous!!!" Paris gasped, chocking on a disgusting wad of leaves as he accidentally swallowed it.

"Not lethally, dumbass," Chancy said. "They're leaves from the Cockatrice Tree. Hedonian wizards grow them because they think the blue leaves are pretty, but they also contain an interesting toxin. The leaves are completely harmless to whoever eats them directly, so you'll be fine, but for the next couple days everything about you will be poisonous. Your sweat, your blood, but especially your semen."

"What? Why?" Paris asked, crying with fear and confusion.

"Because the poison is a sedative, a powerful one," Nicolette answered. "And most importantly, it's a sedative that dampens a person's affinity for magic."

Their answers weren't helping Paris get a clearer picture at all. They were only confusing him more and more. "Magic?"

"Paris . . . this woman . . . Nadia," Nicolette said, looking him deeply in the eyes. "She is a very powerful woman. A very evil woman. She's a witch, Paris, and we've come here to capture her, but she's too powerful for either Chancy or myself to capture, even with our combined effort. We need you to drug her before we ambush her in the coliseum, understand, and we need her to be drugged. We need you to get as much of your bodily fluids as possible into her. We need you to fuck Nadia. Fuck her as hard, and as many times as you can. Then . . . if we capture her . . . we'll reward you."

"With . . . with what?" Paris asked.

Nicolette blushed and shrugged her shoulders, causing her cleavage to perk up. She bit her lip and smiled a little. "Whatever you could possibly want from us. And not just from Chancy and me, but with the entire Temple of Hedonia."

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Paris left the inn dizzy, dazed, and confused, his head swirling with the thousand untold sexual possibilities that awaited him if he helped the paladins with their mission. Every culture had its own temple dedicated to the erotic arts, but few in the world could rival the stories told about the Temple of Hedonia. It was said a Hedonian paladin could fuck a priestess of Aurora into a coma as easily as a wolf could catch a legless rabbit, and the priestesses of Aurora were no slouches when it came to sexual combat. To have sex with a fully trained paladin was to experience sexuality at its most unobtainable pinnacle, an event so mind-blowing that several philosophers claimed to have achieved enlighten from the orgasmic experience. 

He had no idea how he was going to fuck the sorceress Nadia, a woman who was clearly beyond his league in the same sense that a star was beyond the reach of a mouse, but he had to try.

Paris stumbled home so drunk with his fantasies that he didn't notice the lanky black cat following him. 

#####

The next morning Paris woke with a terrible headache and a feeling of queasiness in his stomach, and there was little doubt that the blue leaves he had eaten the other night were responsible. When he took his morning piss in the outhouse he was disgusted to discover his urine was a bright shade of blue, but he otherwise felt fine. In fact, taking that piss hadn't been easy either, since his little penis was totally erect and as hard as a rock. He didn't even feel horny. His dick was just . . . hard!

When he came into his dining room he saw the annoying little blonde girl already sitting and eating breakfast, and that lanky black cat of here was curled up between her legs. The girl was a little underdressed, wearing only a small crop-top that left her entire slender midsection exposed, and a pair of panties that only covered half her perky little butt. 

"I can't help but notice that you didn't come home with any groceries last night," the girl said, obviously suspicious. The cat sitting on her pussy hissed. 

"I . . . uh . . . the grocery ended up being closed after all."

"Hmm," the girl grumbled, never taking her big eyes off of him as she scooped a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

There was a graceful stomping from the stair as Nadia came bouncing down, totally naked except for a small pair of damp panties bunched up between her incredibly ass-cheeks. Paris lost his breath at the sight of her erect, pink nipples poking up, and the way her tight glistened under a layer of dried sweat.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 06



"Wow," Nadia sighed deeply. "I have to tell you Lily, these peasant women may not be as soft to the touch or fragrant as the city girls, but god-DAMN can they fuck. Took me all night to finally put that fat cow to bed and she still needed a good morning fuck before she'd let me go. And the mouth on that whore, you wouldn't believe the things she said while I was fisting her-" and then Nadia noticed Paris standing there with a small bump in his pants. "Peter! Good morning. So nice of your mother to let as stay the night!" 

Paris wasn't sure if his erection was showing in his pants, but he didn't really care. Just the way Nadia' breasts jiggled slightly with her every movement left him hypnotized. The fact that she didn't even seem to care that he was watching also turned him on, as Nadia set about making herself breakfast in the kitchen. She picked up a single, fat strawberry and teased it with a kiss, wiggling her tongue around the tip, and then inserting it slowly into her mouth. She ate a peach as equally suggestively, cupping it in her hand and gently fondling it, and when she bit into it several streams of sweet juice dribbled down her chin and onto her jutting breasts. She giggled when she felt the cool, sugary liquid reach her nipples, and she scooped it off her breasts with a finger before loudly sucking it down.

Paris felt a warm sensation in his crotch, and he realized he had popped in his pants again. He pulled down the hem of his shirt so the girls wouldn't notice.

"I just need to take a bath and I'll be all set to go, alright cutie?" Nadia said, idly stroking a thick eggplant like it was a big purple dick. Paris wanted to stay and see what Nadia was planning on doing with the lewd vegetable, but he had to go change as well.

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Hector and Penelope were waiting for them at the coliseum, and from the looks of things to Paris, they had been flirting rather intensely.

Hector stood in a set of reveling armor, consisting of little more than metal-studded leather pads that covered his shoulders and neck, as well as a pair of armored gauntlets and boots. He wore a skirt of leather straps, but underneath that nothing, so when he moved the solid musculature of his buttocks were visible. At his waist hung a heavy gladius and a long whip, two of his favorite weapons.

Penelope was sitting on the stone steps in front of him, her head level with his crotch. She was wearing the same revealing robes from yesterday, but in the intense sunlight of the summer dawn the cloth was even more transparent than usual. She was giggling and vacantly twirling one of her brunette braids in her fingers, her eyes half-closed with that dreamy 'fuck-me' expression girls often got around Hector. Her legs were spread wide and she was leaning back. Everything about her body language was screaming 'fuck me.'

"My Champion, you came!" Nadia cooed, hugging her arms around Hector's body and tickling his chest while pushing her breasts into his back. "Now I know I have nothing to be afraid of." 

Nadia was dressed somewhat practically for an adventure, but she was still more naked than clothed. Her gargantuan breasts were held up in a canvas blouse that she had tied into a knot just underneath her bust, leaving the entirety of her midsection and hourglass-waistline exposed. Her ass was encased in a pair of tight booty-shorts that rode up just as high as they also hung down, giving them the appearance of a pair of swimming panties rather than actual shorts. She was wearing leather gloves and knee-high leather boots that actually did look good for adventuring though, and from a strap over her shoulder she carried a large duffle bag of supplies. 

Lily was dressed similarly to her mistress, and she looked cute although not nearly as arousing.

"We should all be careful," Hector said, sounding very serious although he blushed slightly from the touch of Nadia's flesh. "It has been many years since a monster has emerged from beneath the coliseum, but the old tunnels were once infested with gorgons and eidolons of many kinds."

"And curses," Penelope added, looking very jealously at Nadia. "I know some magic that should be able to dispel the old curses, but we should still watch our step."

"I'm not concerned at all," Nadia said huskily, leaning even closer to Hector's muscular back. "Not so long as I have this hunky champion with his big, bad sword," but it wasn't Hector's gladius she was talking about, as her hand drifted to the front of his belt. 

"And don't forget our guide," Lily said, tilting her little blonde head over to Paris who was timidly standing away from the group. If Hector's beaconing body was the sun, than Paris was cold little Pluto. "Isn't it lucky that we found someone who knows EXACTLY where the tomb is, even though it's been lost since before this town was founded?"

"Actually," Penelope said. "I did think that was strange. Paris, if you knew about this tomb how come you've never said anything about it before?"

"And when did you go into the tunnels?" Hector asked. "You were always too frightened to follow me or the other boys inside when we were younger."

"And do you even know why we're seeking it?" Lily added, very strongly implying her obvious opinion that Paris was a fraud.

Paris was sweating. Once again all eyes were upon him, and the pressure of their attention was more than he could bear. Lily was staring accusingly like a jury ready to give a verdict of guilty, as was the strange black cat she held. Hector and Penelope looked confused and concerned. Nadia looked bored actually, being more interested in groping the young stud she was grinding against.

"You . . . you . . . you," Paris's mind frizzled as her tried to think of something, anything. Gold? Jewels? Relics? What was it Nadia was looking for. Why would anyone come to Lightwatch for any reason, other than to see the annual Holy Lights? "You . . . you're here to find the source of the Holy Lights," Paris guessed.

The silence was so deafening that Paris could hear the dust beneath his feet being shifted by the wind.

Nadia let go of Hector, her green eyes wide with excitement. "That's it. That's exactly right!" She looked happy, ecstatic really. She actually ran over and scooped Paris up for a big hug, squishing the little boy between her breasts and leaving his feet dangling off the ground. "You little luck-charm you, that is exactly what we came for!"

"The Holy Lights," Penelope gasped angrily. "But . . . but they're a natural phenomenon. Nothing 'causes' them."

"I guess Paris knows something the rest of us don't," Hector shrugged, smiling a little. 

Penelope grumbled angrily. She didn't like the way her reunion with her old friends was being interrupted by this archeologist bitch's strange quest, and she was starting to rethink her friendship with Paris now that she knew about his crush on her. Nothing was going to get between her and Hector. Nothing.

"Well, let's get going then," Lily suggested, although she still held onto a fragment of her suspicion about Paris.

Nadia let go of Paris and fell to the ground, gasping for air after almost being smothered by the beautiful woman's titanic chest. 

"Which way first Paris?" Nadia asked, more excited than ever.

"Just . . . just follow me," Paris laughed nervously. He was in for it now. He just hoped that he could find some way to poison Nadia soon, otherwise was done for whether the paladins found him or not.

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There were a dozen or so entrances to the tunnels beneath the coliseum, some of them better known than others. Paris took one he knew was the most obscure, a man-sized fissure behind the stadium's rear wall that had a small steam running out of it. The steam fed into a stagnant pond, a smelly swamp home to leeches and flies. The others didn't seem to like drudging through the knee-high stagnant water to reach the fissure, but no one complained to him.

After about twenty feet into the damp darkness they party could no longer see even the faintest trace of sunlight, and this was the furthest that Paris had ever actually explored in his life. Light was provided by Nadia, Penelope, and Hector. Nadia produced from her bag an alchemical sphere filled with a swirling liquid that gave off more and more light depending on how vigorously a person rubbed it. Paris liked the ways her breasts shook as she rubbed the light-orb to life with the palm of her hands. Penelope cast a simple light spell that hugged her body like a second skin, and left her glowing like an ethereal angel. Hector held up a simple torch in one hand, and his sword in the other, following just behind Paris to protect him. 

The light from the three of them illuminated a world Paris had never been brave enough to explore. At the end of the tunnel the earth opened up into a massive hollow bigger than his house, the walls of which had the worn reliefs of an ancient civilization still intact on them. Paris almost screamed when he saw the fanged mouth of a gorgon lunging at him, but it turned out to be nothing but a stature. The design of it all looked very strange to him, clearly being neither Hedonian nor Lictenian in origin.

"These statues are old," Nadia gasped, her green eyes sparkling with greedy wonder. "As old as the Milvian Empire."

"The what?" Penelope asked, moving between Nadia and Hector so she couldn't flirt with him anymore.

"The Milvian Empire was a great civilization that once prospered thousands of years ago," Nadia said. "But like all great empires it fell, and it fell so long ago that few in Hedonia have even heard of it, despite that fact that its ruins lay beneath the ground of every city in the country. When Milvia fell, its religious orders were scattered, but some historians theorize that the surviving remnants founding the Temple of Hedonia and the Temple of Aurora, the latter of which came to Lightwatch searching for the burial tomb of the last Milvian Empress. It is said that the Milvian Empress was a goddess incarnate, much like the Hedonian Empress claims to be, but I think the Milvian Empress was a goddess in truth."

"What does this have to do with the treasure?" Hector asked. "Is the goddess's tomb what you're searching after?"

"Oh yes, clever stud," Nadia said, giving Hector a spank on his ass in congratulations. "It's said that the Milvian Empress was a goddess of fertility, the sun, and light. She-"

A sudden rumbling drowned out the sound of Nadia's voice, a rumbling that was both like an earthquake and the belly of a giant beast. The party had come to another large room; this was littered with bones and the stench of decayed meat. There was a large shape moving in the corner, something round and furry, glistening slightly with blood.

"Minotaur!" Hector yelled. "Get back!"

The shape roared and charged forward, a bulking behemoth of a man with a perverse, hideous face and the hind legs of a galloping beast. Its horns were thick and twisted, but they each ended in sharp points that looked ready to tear a man apart. The minotaur flung its arm at Hector, but he dodged it, rolling along the ground. Nadia wasn't so lucky and was slapped across her tits, sending her body flying across the room, and hitting the wall with a heavy impact. 

"Mistress!" Lily yelled, sprinting to Nadia's aid.

Penelope's hands were shaking as she tried to summon a spell, but the glowing light of her body only attracted the monster's attention. His large, wart-covered hands grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms apart, lifting her from the ground with ease. With stupid, bestial curiosity he continued to tug, nearly pulling Penelope's arms off of her body like the wings from an insect. 

"AAAAGGHH!!!" Penelope cried, tears exploding from her eyes as she gritted her teeth in pain. 

One more second and her body was going to be torn limb from limb, and there was nothing Paris could do to stop it.

"Monster!" Hector yelled, sliding across the ground between the minotaur's legs, slashing upward into the beast's groin. What had once been its tremendous, furry penis was now a bloody stump, and the dismembered cock flopped to the floor like a dead fish.

The monster roared pathetically and dropped Penelope. She collapsed to the ground nearly unconscious, but Hector broke her fall by catching her around the waist.

The monster lowered its head and charged, intending to gore them both on its massive horns. Hector had no time to use his sword, but by instinct he reached up and grabbed the two horns, bracing himself and struggling against the beast. The minotaur was a mountain of living muscle, but somehow Hector held him in place, his every muscle flexing to the point of eruption. Hector screamed, twisted, and raised one hand while twirling the other. 

SNAP!!!

The sound of the minotaur's neck breaking echoed in the small room, and the beast fell down dead, frothing at the mouth. As it fell, the sharp tip of its horn grazed Hector's thigh, and cut the leather straps of his armored-waist. The armor slipped from his body, and the semi-erect girth of his cock rose free, glistening with sweat and oil, aroused from the rush of victory. 

He turned around with a terrifyingly dominant expression, breathing heavily so that his sculpted pectorals rose and fell like a bellow. His heavy cock hung right above the stunned face of Penelope, who although still crying with fear was also aroused beyond belief, her body flooded with adrenaline and gratitude. 

Gently reaching up, she took the godlike phallus of her hero into her hands and kissed it softly, treating the bulbous head as though it were her lover's mouth. Soon the kissing turned to licking, her lips wetly smacking against the turgid flesh, and finally she opened her mouth to consume him, struggling with every inch, but never letting up.

Hector looked shocked but he didn't stop her. When he looked down her saw her big brown eyes looking back up at him, and past that he saw her firm cleavage cushioned against his thigh. Suddenly the little tomboy he had grown up with was gone, and in her place there was a sexually ripe young woman begging to be picked, not to mention the fact that she was loyally nursing on his dick. 

Hector's hand came up and landed on the back of her head, cradling it with a firm grip, and pushing her a little, sliding his cock another inch down her tight throat. The expression on his face was dominant again as he came to a decision. He was going to fuck her. He was going to fuck her just as hard and mercilessly as he had fucked any other girl. It wasn't going to be sweet, it wasn't going to be gentle, and he sure as shit wasn't going to go easy on her. He was going to fuck her harder than he had fucked her mother, regardless of whether or not the young priestess was ready for it. Hector didn't make friends with pussy. He killed pussy. 

Paris watched this all with the same level of shock that he had with the minotaur, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when Nadia's hand landed on his shoulder. 

"C'mon," she whispered into his ear. "Let's give these two some privacy."

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Paris, Nadia, Lily and her cat continued down the tunnels for what felt like a mile, crossing many more rooms filled with chests and piles of gold, but Nadia ignored all of it in favor of the Empress's tomb. Paris was happy to go on ahead anyway, because no matter how far they went the sounds of his friends' lovemaking followed them. The feminine screams of Penelope and victorious grunts of Hector echoed in the dark, damp halls like an erotic dream, creating the illusion that it was Paris who was with Penelope while she cried and wailed with orgasmic shock, when in truth she was probable on her knees, beneath the furious thrusts of the local Champion.

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Nadia whined, becoming increasingly obnoxious with every yard, groaning loudly like a bored child. "How much longer till we reach the tomb? I feel like we've been wandering in circles. I'm pretty sure we've walked by that skeleton twice already."

"It's almost as if our guide doesn't know where we're going," Lily insinuated, her suspicion returning with an increased level of certainty. Her cat seemed to agree by hissing again.

Of course Paris had no idea where he was going, and he still had absolutely no idea how (if it was even possible) he was going to get his poisoned semen into Nadia, not to mention the demoralizing effect Penelope's loud orgasms were having on his erection. 

Finally they came to a small cove, a hollow unlike any before. The rocky ceiling high above was cracked and broken through, and beams of sunlight poured in. There was a hot-spring in the middle of the room billowing with steam, and out of it grew a single healthy tree that was blooming with pink flowers. The hot-spring sparkled with red and green, and Paris saw that the floor of it was littered with rubies and emeralds. Best of all, he could barely here Penelope's screams of ecstasy from here. 

This was it, he decided. This was the place to enact the paladins' plan. He spun around on his heels and face Nadia.

"This Empress's tomb, this thing must be valuable right?"

"Oh, little boy, you have no idea," Nadia said, practically licking her lips with avarice. 

"Well . . . well I want payment," he said, trying to sound tough.

Nadia snorted. "Alright, fine. Take anything you want. Grab all the emeralds, rubies, and gold you can carry. Hell, once we find the tomb you can keep all the treasure, so long as I get the Empress's corpse."

"Her corpse?" Paris asked. "What do you want with an ancient skeleton?"

"None of your business, honey. Now lead me to the tomb. I'm getting bored of these tunnels and it's almost sunset."

Paris didn't back down though. "No. I could have already taken the gold and gems and everything without you. I want . . . I want something else."

Nadia sighed and shrugged her shoulders, causing her spectacular breasts to roll around her blouse like two massive bubbles. She placed a hand on her hip and stood with a relaxed, devil-may-care posture. Maybe it had happened during the fight with the minotaur, but the buttons on Nadia's shorts had burst, and the folds of her front flap were wide open, exposing the top mound of her vulva.

"Fine. What do you want?"

Paris swallowed. His erection was back. "I want . . . I want to have sex with you," he said, trying to sound tough, but he heard his own echo and it sounded rather girly.

Nadia looked at him with shock, her slender green eyes in wide circles. Then her puffy lips started to tremble. Then a smile started to creep onto her face like her lips were being pulled apart by fishhooks. A sound was coming from her throat, like whimpering at first, but it turned to giggling, and finally she exploded into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha . . . . HA! . . . Hahahahaha-(snort)-hahaah," Nadia laughed. She laughed so hard she had to hold her breasts to stop them from bouncing up into her face. She laughed so hard that a line of drool actually fell from of her lips and onto her cleavage, where it oozed down the smooth flesh of her bust. Even Lily was snickering a little, and she looked down at Paris with a mixture of contempt and pity.

Paris wanted to cry, but he held back. "I'm serious. I . . . I want to have sex with you because . . . because you're beautiful! You're the most beautiful woman who has ever come to Lightwatch, and everyone during the festival has sex, everyone but me it feels like. I want to have sex with you to celebrate the Festival of Aurora, and if you don't, I'll never lead you to the tomb!"

Nadia finally stopped snorting long enough to talk. "I'll . . . haha . . . I'll find it eventually kid."

"No you won't," Paris said, finally sounding confident. "It's hidden in a secret place, impossible to find unless you know where to look. I found it by mistake the first time, and I'm barely even sure I can find it again. You said you need to get this treasure before the festival is over, right? Well you could spend a hundred years in these tunnels and not find it, and the Holy Lights are going to disappear in a few nights anyway. Heck, some years they only appear for one night! Do you want to take that risk?"




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 06



Nadia wasn't laughing anymore, but she was panting to regain her breath. She was leering down at Paris like a cat would a mouse. She was not amused, but she smiled anyway.

THUD!!!

Nadia suddenly lashed out with her foot, the toe of which came up and sunk into Paris's balls so hard that he could feel one actually slip back into his hipbone. Paris let out a pathetic like squeal as he clutched his testicles and fell to his knees, tears dripping from his eyes as her whimpered in pain. When his legs spread his ball popped back into his little sack, and he cried out in pain. The feeling of his ball popping back out of the hipbone was almost as excruciating as when it went in.

Nadia stood over him with her hands on her hips and her large ass hanging over his face. "No," was all she said.

"I . . . I'll never show you then," he cried, barely able to speak through the emasculating pain. 

He whimpered again as he felt the heel of Nadia's foot press down against his scrotum. She pushed down on his balls slightly, causing Paris pain like he had never believed existed, but she didn't pop them.

"I'm a master at this," Nadia whispered. "I know as much about a man's parts as I do about anything. I can torture these little blueberries of yours for hours before they pop. I can make them as swollen as apricots if I want to. I can put you on the edge of orgasm for days, driving you insane as your brain overdoses on testosterone and endorphins. And when I finally do let you cum, after an eternity of drooling like a catatonic zombie with the bluest pair of blue-balls ever wrought, I'll make you cum so hard it'll be painful. I'll make you ejaculate so fucking hard your balls will pop and her heart will stop. That's exactly what I'm going to do to you if you don't lead me to the tomb right . . . fucking . . . NOW!"

Paris would have said 'yes.' He would have gladly submitted and given up, just to make the pain stop, but he knew he couldn't. He had no idea where the tomb was, or if it even existed. He had to call her bluff. He had no other choice.

"Se . . . se-sex," he finally said. "Se-sex with . . . me-me."

Nadia frowned like an angry goddess, and the perfect muscle of her calf flexed for a moment. She was ready to grind his balls into paste, but she stopped herself.

"You don't deserve to have sex with me, kid. Hell, your fatass whore of a mother didn't deserve it either, but I fucked the shit out of her just because I was bored, and she was easiest thing around. You should have seen the stupid look on her face when I shoved my fist up her old cunt until my elbow hit her clit. I fucked her so hard she pissed herself." Nadia spat onto Paris's face. "You want to have sex. Fine, but not with me."

Nadia finally stepped off his balls, and Paris fell back and slipped into the water. It was warm without being hot and dulled the pain in his groin, but it soaked his clothes and made him feel heavy. If the water had been any deeper than knee-length he probably would have drowned.

Nadia snapped her fingers. "Lily. Fuck this loser until he tells us where the tomb is."

"What?" the cute little blonde girl said, looking disgusting and shocked. "Gross! Why me?"

Nadia barely turned to look at Lily, but the expression on her face was terrifying enough to scare Lily none the less. "Because you do whatever I tell you, and I'm telling you to fuck this kid's brains out. Now get to it, or I'm going to crush your hairless little cunt right after I grind his nuts into paste. Got it?"

Lily whimpered a little, but she gave in. She put her black cat onto the ground and marched over to the edge of the pool, refusing to look Paris in the eye even as she stood over him. Her slender hands came up to the knot in her blouse and she undid it slowly before pulling the canvas shirt down, revealing a small white crop-top underneath. She hooked her thumbs underneath the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing a perky set of young tits that were about the size of Penelope's, but Lily's skin was pale as milk, and her nipples were a very light pink. They were small too, the areolas of which were about the diameter of a penny, and even erect they only stood out a few centimeters.

Lily turned her head and pouted as she unclasped her belt, and then pulled her shorts down while doing a cute little shimmy. Paris couldn't take his eyes off of her sweet little vagina when he saw it. It was as hairless and smooth as any part of her body, and so tight looking that even a finger would go up against resistance.

Lily kicked her shorts away and descended into the pool. Although she was no bigger or heavier than Paris was, she seemed like a tall dominatrix compared to him, and she grabbed the front of his soaked shirt and pulled him up for a hard, unloving, but tongue-filled kiss. Their lips and tongues smacked together for a moment, and Paris moaned deeply with satisfaction from it.

Lily ended the kiss by dropping him back into the water, and then lowered herself onto him, mounting him as a rider would a horse.

"I'm not doing this because I like you, alright?" Lily said as she forcefully pulled down his pants and took a hold of his unimpressive package. "In fact, I hate you. Don't cum inside me."

She slammed her hips down, her pussy grinding against his rigid little shaft, and enough of it went in that Paris was finally having what technically could be called sex. Lily felt it too, being as sensitive as she was, and she moaned slightly with a high, feminine tone as she began to gyrate on top of him. She closed her eyes and imagined Hector, the stud with the olive skin and the chiseled, glistening muscles of a young god, and her job got a little easier. 

Paris's hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing just a little and provoking moan from Lily that filled him with lust. He caught her tiny pink nipples between his fingers and began to flick them. Lily responded by bouncing in his lap with real enthusiasm, and her pussy became slick enough that all three inches of his prick finally slipped in. Now his balls were being slapped around by Lily's gyrating butt, but the sensation was incredible, and it set his nuts to a boil almost immediately. Sensing his orgasm impending, Paris gripped her itty-bitty titties and twisted.

"Ouch . . . ouch . . . mmmm . . . Cumming!" Lily cried, flinging her head back and letting out a little wail at the ceiling. Her pussy flexed shut from her orgasm, and although she got wetter she didn't gush like girls did when they REALLY got fucked, but it was enough to send Paris over the edge as well.

"I'm cumming too!"

"No! Not inside me you little creep-AAAHH!" Lily squeaked as she felt her petite pink womb get reupholstered by a few shots of boy-batter. She tried to wiggle free but Paris held her tight, forcing her hips back and forth to work out every drop of cum that he could. He didn't care that the poison tainted semen was supposed to be for Nadia, he was just happy to finally be busting a nut into a girl for the first time. 

"You stupid shit!" Lily cried, slapping Paris across the face several times before he let go. 

She stood up and cupped her vagina, groaning in disgust as if a bug or something had just crawled up at. She walked over him and sat on the edge of the pool with her legs spread wide open, her pussy on easy display. 

"You better clean this up!" She yelled, looking very severe. "Every fucking drop! Got it, faggot?" 

"Wh-what?" Paris asked, too happy and confused to understand her.

Lily grabbed his hair and pulled him face-first into her little peach, holding him in place so that his mouth puckered over her dripping pussy. She held him tight, and Paris found no other option but to eat her out or be smothered. His tongue tried to wiggle into her, but she was tight, and sadly his tongue was bigger than his dick had been, but the pink path had been lubricated by his own cum, and soon he was tonsils deep into her little girl-pocket.

Lily moaned sweetly as Paris's tongue licked and scooped up the residue of sex that he had left inside her. He was surprised to find that the poisoned semen actually tasted pretty good, a very satisfying balance of salty and sweet, but he still worried it was going to make him sick.

As Paris's tongue ran over the rood of Lily's vagina, just underneath the clitoral area, he hit a patch that was a little tougher than the rest of her.

"Holy FUCK!" Lily cried, her back suddenly arching off of the ground, her knees shivering with bliss. The look on face suddenly shifted from dominance and anger to something resembling panic.

Paris had really found something. He continued to lick the special spot he found, tapping it with the tip of his tongue and rubbing with the long, wet surface as well. Lily couldn't contain herself as her body started to buckle and her voice came in labored gasps. It sounded like she was trying to talk, but the only thing that came out was gibberish.

"I . . . oh . . . who is this . . . fucking . . . FUCK ME!" Lily cried and screamed. 

Suddenly her pussy tightened on his lips, like a clam shutting tight, and Paris's mouth filled with a hot, salty liquid. He pulled back, and Lily's pussy exploded all over him with a wild gush of juice, almost as if she was pissing herself, but it defiantly wasn't urine that was spraying out of her. The waterfall of sex doused Paris's face and chest, and when it finally died down Lily was left a wiggling, catatonic mess, just a sticky, mindless little body panting for air.

"Wow," Nadia said. "Too bad you can't fuck a pussy as good as you eat it."

Paris looked up to see Nadia sitting on the far edge of the pool, her blouse open and her shorts missing. She was fondling one of her erect nipples with one hand and stroking her swollen peach with the other, and although her pussy was dripping with sex she still looked bored. 

"Now will you tell me where the tomb is?" she asked impatiently.

"No," Paris said, feeling bolder now that he had just knocked Lily out with a mind-blowing orgasm. "No. I'm not satisfied you. I want YOU to fuck me, you evil bitch."

Nadia frowned in disgust, but there was something else sparkling in her eyes. Respect?"

"Pussy!" Nadia screamed, snapping he fingers again. 

Paris wasn't sure what she meant until the black cat leapt into the pool. That was strange, Paris thought, since cat's normally hated water, but what emerged from beneath the surface was not a cat at all, but a slender young woman with a killer pair of legs and a tight little ass. Her hair was black, spiky, and about shoulder length. Her eyes were red and mocking, her arrogant smirk revealed a single fang, and although her breasts were small they looked firm, just as every part of her body did. She was skinny, athletic, and lithe, but she swayed her hips with a swagger that almost equaled Nadia's.

Paris remembered what Nicolette had said when they first met. Sometimes Nadia was with a cat, and sometimes she was with another girl. Now he understood the cat and the girl were the same being.

"Pussy-pocket," Nadia said, "fuck this little bitch's brains out."

"As you command, Mistress," the demon cat answered. "Although for the first time I can't say I'm happy to have forced sex."

Pussy-pocket made a sound like 'meow' and was suddenly behind Paris. He could feel her diamond-hard nipples grazing against his back as she slunk to her knees. One of her hands reached around his waist and took a hold of his junk, cock and balls all in one grip, and her other hand pried open the cheeks of his ass.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my Lily," the demoness hissed. She then stuck her face into Paris's ass and began to lick the underside of his balls, simultaneously stroking him with a firm grip.

Paris felt a decadent pleasure the likes of which he never had before. Getting his balls licked and his cock stroked was amazing, unlike anything he had ever done to himself even while masturbating. It got even better too, when Pussy's rough little tongue started to work its way deeper into the cleavage of his ass, and finally to his anal ring. The tip of her tongue tapped at his rectum, and the grip on his balls tightened. Paris felt nervous. There was a sinking feeling in his gut. He had no idea what Pussy was going to do, when suddenly she shoved the full length of her tongue deep into his tight little ass. 

"Oh, whooooaaagggg!" Paris cried, his cock twitching to an even new level of erectness. He had never been anally penetrated before, but now that he had he knew he loved it, and it was only getting better. Pussy' tongue found the smooth bulge of his prostate, and she began to stab at it with powerful little thrusts, all the while stroking his cock with greater and greater faps of her wrist.

"Oh goddess, oh Aurora," He cried. "I'm . . . I'm cumming again!"

Paris could feel the cum surging upward, and he panicked. What if it was blue? Would Nadia know he had eaten the leaves of the Cockatrice Tree? Would she know what that meant?

He couldn't risk it. He stepped forward abruptly enough that Pussy's tongue popped out of his ass, and he spun around. Before she could close her mouth, Paris grabbed her head and slammed his hips forward, thrusting his dick into her mouth. He came the moment his balls slapped against her chin. Hey red eyes went wide with surprise as her mouth filled with his tasty cum, and by reflex more than anything she swallowed all of it, even licking the underside of his dick to get as much as she could. 

But once she had swallowed his load she shoved him away, disgusted with herself for letting this wimpy little faggot use her mouth like a vagina.

"Get away from me, you disgusting little faggot," she hissed, and immediately tried to spit out whatever cum was left in her mouth.

Nadia laughed. "How does he taste, Pussy?"

Pussy grumbled. "Not bad, I guess. But there's something funny about it. Something . . . . oooooohhhhh."

Pussy clutched her stomach as if she were going to vomit, and instantly exploded into a puff of purple smoke. When the smoke cleared she was a cat again, a very angry cat that had to swim its way out of the hot-spring.

Nadia snorted. "Drama queen. It can't be that bad." Nadia didn't seem to realize that Pussy transformed because of the Cockatrice poison. Lucky for Paris. 

Paris was still erect. Two out of three. He had to get this done.

"I'm still hard over here," he said, pointing to his little penis. "You don't get the tomb until I get off, got it? How many more of your little bitches are you going to throw at me before I finally get to fuck you?"

Nadia groaned and looked down, incredibly unimpressed by his size and certainly not overwhelmed by his performance. Lily was a hyper-sensitive little nympho if you could find the right spot, and Pussy was probably just pretending to be drained of her powers to avoid touching the little loser again, but they had been all that stood between her divine pussy and this brat's insignificant little twig. She needed that tomb. Her life somewhat depended upon it, and all she had to do to get it was jack-off one tiny faggot. 

"Alright," she sighed, getting into the pool. "Let's get this over with.

(I can always just kill him later,) she thought. 

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"First things first," Nadia said, pushing Paris to his knees. "Eat my pussy. It seems to be the only thing you're good for, and I'm going to need something to get me in the mood, besides pretending you're Hector, or course." 

Nadia snickered bitchily, as she pushed Paris's head into her swollen cunt. The little boy was angry about being reminded of his vastly superior friend, the one who was currently rearranging the organs of his greatest love, and Paris channeled that anger into his tongue. He started slow, taking big, long licks of her vaginal lips, only penetrating her slowly and with grazing thrusts, but within a minute he was punching her clit around like it was a punching-bag, and Nadia was responding honestly.

"Oh . . . oh . . . not bad, kid. Not bad at all."

Paris showed her how 'not bad' he was when he reached up and stuck one of his fingers into her asshole. Nadia yelped in surprise but then giggled a little.

"Nice try kid, but I've been fucked up there by cocks bigger than your arm. The effort is cute though, it really is."

Paris growled and literally bit down on her pussy, grinding the swollen flesh between his teeth, but even this barely elicited more than a moan from the over-fucked sexual-traveler. Her pussy did gush though, and Paris's face was made wet from a little orgasm she had.

"Alright sweetie. New focus," Nadia said, pulling him by his hair to his feet. Standing at full height Paris was still only at eye level to her breasts, which left her erect, pointy nipple staring him in the face. Nadia pulled him in and squeezed his jaw with her hand, prying it open as she pushed her nipple into his mouth.

Paris moaned as the rigid piece of flesh filled his mouth as completely as his own dick had filled Pussy's, and he was embarrassed to realize that Nadia could probably fuck a girl deeper with one of her nipples than he could with his dick. He stopped worrying about that though when a warm liquid started to fill his mouth, and Nadia began to moan orgasmically. The liquid was sweet, deep, and satisfying, and although he tried to gulp it down as fast as possible the white froth still oozed from his lips and down his chin.

Milk! His mouth was filling with milk! He reached up and started twisting Nadia's other nipple with his hand, and it too started to gush with milk, sending streams of hot white fluid several feet into the air. The sensation of being duo-milked was enough to finally provoke a true orgasm form Nadia, and she cried out as her knees buckled beneath her. 

She fell onto her back in the shallow pool with her legs spread, and Paris took the opening to mount her. He was so short that his face buried into her tits as his little waist humped into her pussy, and after several thrusts into the warm fold Paris was sure that he had penetrated her, although he couldn't quite tell. Nadia's wet embrace was warm, slick, and inviting as it steamed with pheromones, but Paris's penis was so short and thin that it didn't even make an impact. The most he could do was stab at one side of her exquisite inner-flesh like a small worm exploring a large cave, but he never came close to filling her. Still, the feeling was undeniable. The warmth, the softness, the wetness. He started to cum, and he banged his hips as hard as he could against her to make it feel like real sex.

"Did you . . . did you just cum . . . inside me?" Nadia asked in disbelief. "I . . . I barely even felt anything. Did you even enter me?"

She looked between her breasts to see Paris's big blue eyes filling up with tears. She groaned and rolled her own eyes back, quickly losing patience with the tiny wimp.

"Alright. You came. I let you grind against me and you came. Can we please go to the tomb now?"

"But . . . but . . . you didn't feel ANYTHING?" Paris asked, his heart breaking.

Nadia groaned again and fell back. She had been in this situation before and knew exactly how it was going to turn out. "Listen kid. How about I let you fuck me ass, alright? It's been spoiled by some pretty fucking giant cocks as well, but I think it's tight enough for a pinky like you."

Nadia practically kicked Paris in the stomach as she rolled over, sticking her amazing ass up in the air and cradling her chin in her hands, hoping it would be over soon.  

It was.

No sooner had Paris squeezed the acorn-sized head of his pinky into the tight rim of her anus he started to cum. He came hard though, and she could feel her insides being saturated by his surprisingly copious cum from both holes.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 07



Not far (but just far enough) from the bustling little town of Ville de Joliesse, deep in the dark and mountainous forests that separated the queendom of Hedonia from the Western Marches, there was a tall, mysterious, and bewildering castle. The dark pines of the forest grew so thickly around it that few had ever seen most of the castle itself, but spiraling over the piney crest were dozens of mismatched towers, some made of stone and some made of glass, some thick and stout while others were spindly and teetering. None of the villagers of Ville de Joliesse dared even approach the place unless invited (as the most handsome and amorous sometimes were), because the castle was infested with all sorts of strange and terrifying beasts. Brawny griffins and sinuous drakes roared at each other from the rooftops, the naked bodies of satyrs and nymphs frolicked in the gardens, and even in the fountains lurked lusty mermaids waiting to snatch at any warm body foolish enough to approach.

But nothing in the bewildering castle inspired more curiosity and dread than its master, a woman of indiscernible age and impossible youth, whose wild and unpredictable passions had destroyed just as many lovers as had enraptured. The old men of the village called her a succubus, the young men called her a goddess, the old women called her a demoness, and the young women called her beautiful. Nadia Méchant was many things; as sorceress, seductress, slut, savior, and indeed a witch, but right now she was just happy.

"He's coming! He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming," Nadia chanted, skipping around her sunny garden on her gazelle-like legs. She wasn't wearing much, being that it was a warm day, and her tall, slender but busty body was covered by nothing more than a transparent robe of soft red charmeuse that did nothing to constrain her full, firm, bouncing breasts or the salacious curves of her toned body. The warm light of the sun pieced right through her robes, leaving the provocative arches of her body radiating through like a fiery spirit of sex. Her long auburn hair flowed down her body like molten gold, and even the green irises of her eyes seemed to blaze with an inner fire. "He's coming! I am going to get so FUCKED tonight!"

"Who's coming?" an annoyed tomboyish voice asked. "Yet another one of your lovers?" Standing in the doorway to the garden was a cute young woman you couldn't have been more than twenty years old, yet even for that age she was petite. Her blonde hair was messy and tied back with a little red bandanna, revealing one large cynical blue eye that matched her pouty pink lips for pessimism. Her breasts were small, perky, and the undersides of them were left bare by the insufficiently sized white shirt she wore, but despite being a tight little cutie she was like a dandelion compared to the sunflower that was Nadia. Lillian Toad didn't care for comparing herself to Nadia much though, unless it was for disparaging her mistress for being so irresponsible and slutty. 

"Jealous?" Nadia giggled, smiling like a cat while clutching the letter Lily had just delivered. "I've got hot studs practically throwing their fat cocks against my door every night, and you haven't gotten laid since when? Was it last month when you fell into the gnome's den and you got that ugly, wart-covered cock buried ten inches deep into your skinny ass?"

"I was only in that gnome's den because you sent me in there to pick those deathcap mushrooms... you bitch," Lily hissed, saying the last part just quietly enough that Nadia could pretend to not have heard it. Being Nadia's assistant and apprentice was not easy, and although it meant a poor orphan like Lily got to grow up in a splendid, enchanting castle, she also often found herself being used for bizarre and perverted sexual experiments, or getting gang-banged by ogres with green dicks bigger than he forearm. 

Nadia just snickered and excitedly bit her lip, thinking about her coming guest. She was hot. Her nipples were so erect that they were pulling the silk charmeuse up over the heaving fullness of her breasts, and a damp spot was forming between her legs. Nadia was a shameless hedonist blessed with an insatiable nymphomania, but even for her this was excited. Her expressive green eyes were looking up at the crowded spires of her castle dreamily, happily fantasizing about her impending sexual tryst, her mouth even popping into a wide circle as she imagined sucking a hot, thick penis. 

"So who is coming?" a girly boy asked this time. Nadia looked back into the colorful explosion that was her garden to see her other apprentice, Patrick 'Pad' Toad, shyly approaching. He was busy tending to the plants and picking the strange alchemical ingredients he grew here, his basket already heavy with mandrakes, fairy-petals, nyx-blossom, and hissing-snapdragons; all the ingredients Nadia needed to make some very powerful recreational drugs. Pad was an adorable boy, which was largely the reason Nadia made him her apprentice, regardless of his skills in alchemy, and he was also very submissive, which a dominatrix like Nadia just loved. His young body was shirtless and glistening with sweat, his normally pale skin slightly tanned and his messy blonde hair shining radiantly in the sunlight. His lovely (if somewhat feminine face) had two bandages on it, one from a rose's thorn while tending the garden, and the other from Nadia's sharp nails when she slapped him during sex. For a young man with a petite body like his sister's, Pad's small shorts were absolutely packed. Between his legs hung a bulge so mighty he could have been hiding a cucumber in it... a BIG cucumber. That, more than anything, was why Nadia took him and his sister into her home. 

Nadia shivered and moaned happily when she thought of her guest. As she said the name the tip of her long tongue flicked the across the top of her mouth in anticipation of what she'd be using it for tonight. "Rhys Faulkner."

"Who?" the identical twins asked. Nadia had many lovers, but this one had obviously left a major impression with her. The fact that she remembered his name put him a very privileged minority of men she had fucked. 

Nadia sat down on the edge of a fountain leaned back, letting the hot sun wash over her stunning cleavage. Unembarrassed, she spread her legs and let her hand glide over the wet surface of her vulva. Neither Lily or Pad looked away. They had seen so much more from Nadia that masturbation was as casual as sneezing, although poor Pad couldn't stop himself from whimpering as his tremendous burden started to harden in his tight shorts. 

"It was before I took either of you as apprentices, so I don't think either of you kiddies would have met him. If you had I'm sure you'd remember him... especially you Lily. I doubt he'd let a cute little girl like you get passed him with a nice, hard fuck."

Lily just grunted. She did not regard herself as some dimwitted horny little schoolgirl, despite the number of times she had been used as a disposable cock-cushion by Nadia's enemies. 

"It was a few years after I had broken up with Queen Nymphoria that she really started to go crazy about wanting me back, and she started sending mercenaries after me to bring me back by force. Poor bitch. After getting a taste of my pussy she never could get over it. Anyway, she started offering lordships and dukedoms to anyone who could catch me, and one minor lord from some minor kingdom in some minor part of the world started to get ambitions. He sent his greatest knight to subdue me and drag me back to Nymphoria in chains, naked and vulnerable. That way the lord could get his dukedom, the knight could get his honor, and Nymphoria could get me."

"Let me guess," Lily cut in. "That poor knight was Rhys."

"Oh yes," Nadia gasped, as if she had just been penetrated by a thick cock. "And he did subdue me most heroically, the stud. I'm serious. I didn't play around with my pursuers back then like I do know. I really tried to kill him, and yet he defeated me, stripped me naked, bound me in rune-covered chains that dampened my magic, and he dragged me hundreds of miles towards Hedonia. Of course there were plenty of cold, lonely nights before that, the kind of nights that forced two enemies to take comfort in the warmth of each other's hard, sticky bodies, and by the time we were within eyesight of the capital he just changed his mind, and let me go. I had really worked a different kind of magic over him." Nadia giggled, pulling her robes down to let one breast free, and she started to impatiently tweak her erect nipple.

"You mean you fucked him a lot," Lily shrugged.

"In every slutty, messy, sloppy, lip-smacking way possible, yes," Nadia said. "I sucked his cock like it was made of sugar. I kissed him like I couldn't breathe without him. I pushed my beating tits against the rock-hard muscles of his chest so hard they felt ready to pop. There were some mornings that neither of us could walk, we had fucked so hard the night before. He beat my pussy up just the way I like it: hard and fast, never bothering to ask for permission, just taking me like a man, pushing my face into the ground while plowing my ass with thrusts so angry it felt like he was spanking me. Every night our hot, sweaty-"

"Oh... AH!" Pad suddenly grunted. No one had noticed during Nadia's story, but Pad had become so aroused that he had to unzip his shorts just to relive the pressure on his peachy horse-cock, and unable to contain himself he began masturbating. Despite his tremendous size and thickness, Pad was not a dominant lover, and without Nadia controlling him he didn't know how to pace himself either, making him something of a premature ejaculator. The soft pink head of his smooth, hairless missile was erupting dramatically, gushing with thick ropes of cum that flew wildly through the air, splashing over the flowers, his sister's bare stomach, and even all the way across Nadia's breasts. The cum sizzled on her chest like egg-whites on a hot skillet, and she laughed as she scooped it up with her finger, putting it in her mouth and taking an appreciative taste. Pad was delicious, sweet even, but Nadia wanted something a little saltier and muskier, something like Rhys's.

Lily was less amused. She couldn't count the number of times she had become coated in her twin brother's spunk, but even once was too much for her. "Pad! Can't you keep that freakishly big trunk in your pants for one day?"

"S-sorry," Pad said shyly, backing down submissively as his massive cock continued to slowly ooze with the last of his substantial orgasm. He tried to put it back into his shorts, but it had gotten too big, and he would need to wait a few minutes before it deflated to a manageable size. 

Nadia stood up and stripped off her red silk robes, strutting back into the castle with her ass swaying hypnotically. She was clearly in a good mood. 

"I'm going to take a bath," she smiled over her shoulder. "I want you two to clean up my room and get out the nice sheets for my bed. And all my oils and lubricants. Toys too. All my toys. And some flowers. It's going to be a long night."

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The erotic silhouette of Nadia's perfect body was outlined in the yellow glass of the window in her Tower of Fire, the one she kept specifically for her orgies and sexual play. She was just stepping out of the bath, and fluffy clouds of bubbles slipped down her curvaceous hips as she ran her hands over her hefty breasts, excitedly playing with her sensitive nipples. She stood in front of her full-body mirror and danced for herself, slowly seducing her own reflection in preparation for her real partner. 

Dozens of pairs of eyes watched her, all of them sparkling like malicious stars in the darkness, and not a single one of them were watching for amusement. Shadowy shapes with sexy outlines of their own slithered through the trees, brief flashes of firm young breasts and tight asses clad in fishnets and skintight latex, while a few wore loose kimono robes that fell open around the lithe, muscular bodies. They all carried exotic, sensually curved weapons, whether they were slender daggers, katana, scythes, and whips. The moved without making a sound, their nearly naked bodies gliding through the darkness like erotic ghosts. 

One of them stepped passed the others, taking the lead as she approached the castle. Unlike the others she wasn't crouched down or hiding behind any trees or rocks. She knew no one was watching, so she strutted down the grassy hill like she owned it, her toned, slender body swaying with supple power. Her absurdly large breasts defied gravity, her long abdomen rippled with muscles, her long legs stepping with the grace of ballerina but the strength of a bull. Long, silky black hair waved in the warm wind behind her, tied up into a tall ponytail. Her body was encased in dark purple latex that melted around her tight body like hot wax, clinging so tightly that her nipples and even the folds of her vulva stood out in perfect detail. Her shoulders, shins, and forearms were the only parts of her body with armor, because that was all she needed. She could move faster than any blade, so why bother with protection?

It was impossible to tell if she was beautiful though, because her face was covered by a demonic white mask, with twisted fangs and dark eyes. It was an oni mask, an evil, ogre-like face.

She gripped the long handle of her katana and gently tugged, provoking the slithering silver blade to slide free from it sheath with oily grace.

"Nadia Méchant," the oni-masked ninja said to herself. "Tonight... I will... own you."

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Nadia emerged from her private bath veiled in a wave of steam, her naked body glisteningly like polished metal, and her long auburn hair trailing down the sensuous arch of her back perfectly. The muscles in her stomach were particularly defined as the warm light from the pink-shaded lamps of her room washed over her body.

Pad was so distracted he almost dropped the tray of expensive lubricants and oils he was carrying. Lily groaned as she finished changing the sheets on Nadia's bed. The pristine cotton sheets she was laying down were more expensive than what a whole family of famers would earn in a year, but by morning they'd be so soaked in sex that they be thrown out or burned. Nadia was really pulling out all the stops for this one, so Lily could only imagine what a stud Rhys was. Nadia would fuck nearly anyone and their mother if they were sexy or had a big cock, sure, but she usually didn't go through this much preparation just to set a mood. 

As Nadia was deciding what skimpy set of lingerie to wear, a slinky black cat slipped into the room, and no sooner than it slithered through Lily's bare legs that it started to morph into the form of a naked girl, tall and slender, with spiky black hair and red eyes. 

"Your date is riding up to the front door right now," the cat-girl told Nadia, all the while reaching out to give Lily's tight little ass a friendly squeeze while purring appreciatively. This was Nadia's familiar demon, her servant spirit, as most witches and sorceresses had. Her name was Pussy-pocket, but despite the sexy little moniker she was a demon of ferocious power. Lily squirmed away from her groping hands, knowing that it was impossible to fight the strongly sexual obsession Pussy-pocket had with her, but still reluctant to go through another bout of hard, sweaty, exhausting lesbian sex. 

"Wonderful!" Nadia smiled. "Go greet him and give him something to drink while I try on some g-strings."

"He's wounded," Pussy-pocket added, sounding very nonchalant as she reached down the front of Lily's shorts and stroked her hairless kitten. Lily moaned softly as she surrendered.

"What?" Nadia screamed, turning so fast her large tits bounced on her chest. 

"There's a knife in his shoulder, and he's being followed by a bunch of women carrying weird weapons," Pussy-pocket sighed, sounding very bored about the whole thing. "He's probably going to die."

"Not before he fucks me he isn't!" Nadia yelled, quickly dressing in transparent set of pink bra and thong panties as she marched out the room. "C'mon everyone! Let's go save my stud!"

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As soon as Nadia, Lily, Pad, and Pussy-Pocket descended the opulent main staircase of the Tower of Fire they were greeted by the sound of a powerful fist knocking against the large wooden double-doors. The heavy brass lock that was keeping the door closed was slowly bending, and finally it cracked open, the doors swinging open and allowing a battle-worn knight covered in blood and dirt to stumble in. He was fully armored in simply but solid plate, but under the waistline of his cuirass hung a tattered blue robe embroidered with golden roses, the symbol of the kingdom he had been exiled from. He was hissing so loudly through his terrifying great-helm that a mist poured through the small slits in his visor. 

Just as Pussy-pocket had said, there was the handle of a slender knife sticking in the unarmored gap between his collarbone and shoulder, and a long trail of blood dripping down his whole left-side. The knife was preventing him from raising his shield arm, but they could all see that the heavy wooden shield was studded with dozens of the similar throwing knives. 

"Rhys!" Nadia gasped sprinting down the stairs and wrapping her arms around his heavy frame. Her breasts pressed against the cold metal of his cuirass and the muscles of her ass flexed as she held him up. She thought nothing of the blood and dirt soiling her freshly bathed body, and Lily was shocked to see the genuine concern on her face.

"... Nadia," a deep masculine voice came from with the helm. "Shut... shut the door."

"Who did this?" Nadia asked, stroking his metal-plated face.

"I did!" a women yelled from outside.

The sound of sharp metal swishing through the air was all the warning Nadia had of the throwing knife aimed for her throat. Rhys raised his arm just in time and the blade bounced off his armored forearm. 

"Get back!" The blue-rose knight yelled, protecting Nadia's nearly naked body with his bulk of metal. 

The woman who had thrown the knife flew into the room, running so quickly that her slender feet barely seemed to touch the floor. Physically she was Nadia's twin, tall and willowy with long limbs but stacked with an incredibly pair of breasts and an ass powerful enough to crack walnuts. Her perfect body was accentuated by the skintight purple latex bodysuit she wore, leaving only her arms bare, her long black hair spinning like a wet black snake behind her, and her face was covered by a horrifying oni-mask. She held a long katana in one hand and a bundle of shuriken throwing-knives in the other. Even though Lily and Pad had never seen one before they knew what the assassin was: a ninja!

"Bitch! Die!" Rhys yelled, swinging his heavy bastard-sword at the ninja's waist. 

All watching expected the ninja to be cut in half, but she leapt into the air so quickly that she vanished from sight for a moment, reappearing ten feet in the air above their heads. Her gorgeous body spun like a top, throwing a rain of shuriken down at Nadia's naked body. This time the sultry sorceress saved herself through, sweeping her arms through the air and magically summoning a gust of wind that blew the shuriken in all directions.

"Ha! Impressive!" the oni-ninja laughed, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she gracefully landed on the stairs handrail. "But is your magic powerful enough to fend off my entire clan?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Nadia gasped in rage, thrusting out her massive chest defiantly.

"My name is Onichitsu, Mistress Shinobi of the Bad Bitch Ninja Clan. Queen Nymphoria is going to pay me a fortune to drag your concupiscent ass back to her... alive, unfortunately. I would give a woman like you such an exquisite death." Onichitsu's wide hips swayed slightly as she made her threat, and the tight latex around her crotch strained against the swelling flesh of her aroused vulva. She was even grinding against the hard sheath of her katana like it was a big cock. Obviously killing beautiful people was her fetish. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 07



"You made a big mistake coming in here alone, your dumb shit!" Nadia sneered; also excited by the ideas of what painful, terrible things she was going to do to this ninja-cunt. "Not only are you going up against the most powerful sorceress in the world, but both of my apprentices and my familiar are here to back me up."

Onichitsu snickered with feminine spite, her large breasts jiggling slightly. "That's why I brought backup. Bad Bitch Ninja Clan!! Attack!!"

Dozens of sexy shadows spiraled into the room, most of them wearing little more than fishnet bodysuits or latex bikinis, but all of them were carrying wickedly sharp weapons. In the blink of an eye the Tower of Fire was filled with sexy, sadistic ninja-sluts swaying their muscular hips and licking the blades of their swords. Nadia looked around and seriously wondered whether or not these crazy bitches were going to take her alive, since it was so obvious that they were literally horny for violence. 

"Shit!" Nadia realized. Rhys! Pad! Lily! Pussy! All the people she cared for most in the world (not that she'd ever admit it) were right here. These shinobi-cocksuckers were going to kill them.

"Everyone scatter!" Nadia yelled, waving her arm through the air and summoning a violent spell of lightning and dark clouds. 

The destructive bolt of electricity swept through the room, shocking ninjas near to death and setting their clothes on fire, but Nadia barely managed to get half, and Onichitsu dodged it with disturbing speed. The head-ninja held her sword over her head and came down right on Nadia's position, sweeping for the kill, but all she hit was black smoke. Nadia was gone. So was the knight. And the two blonde children, as well as the cat-demon.

Onichitsu growled deep in her slender throat. Nadia had just out-ninjaed her. That really pissed her off.

"Find them!" Onitchitsu yelled, waving her arm. "Sweep the castle! Hunt them down like dogs! But leave the witch for me."

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Nadia had used a simple teleportation spell to scatter her party all around the Tower of Fire, sending Pad into the garden where his alchemical supplies were, Lily to the kitchens were hopefully she'd be smart enough to pick up something sharp, and Pussy to guard the door to the master bedroom. Within the giant, luxurious room Nadia was helping Rhys down to rest, her nearly naked body straining to carry his heavy iron-clad bulk. The dirt and blood covering him instantly ruined the fine cotton sheets she had been planning on ruining with wet, messy sex, but she didn't even think about them as Rhys grunted in pain. 

"Rhys, are you alright," Nadia asked as she gently undid the straps that held his armor together, trying to get at the shuriken stuck in his shoulder. She was casting a healing spell that was pushing out the knife and closing the wound, assuring that he would live, but she could do nothing about the blood he had already lost. He was tired, injured, and weak, and Nadia worried she would not be able to protect him if the ninjas attacked in force. 

"Don't worry about me, love," he grunted. "I'm just sorry I ruined our date."

Nadia smiled kittenishly and made one of those cute moans girls made when fawning over something cute. She slowly slid off his great-helm and her smile turned into a silent gasp of awe. The man underneath all the steel was not a pretty boy, and he was not especially beautiful by any standard other than Nadia's. What he was though, was weathered, rugged, strong jawed, and graying slightly from an age spent on horseback. His face had some wrinkles, but they were mostly laugh-lines, and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with the vitality of a much younger man. Rhys smiled up at her, and Nadia's heart melted (along with other parts of her body). He had spent his whole life in service to men unworthy of him, and Nadia the wicked witch had freed him from that miserable life with her body. Nadia loved Rhys because she had corrupted him and liberated him in the same motion, and even though his life of chivalry was destroyed by her lust he never blamed her or hated her for it. Rather, he was grateful. 

Nadia kissed him, her soft lips gliding wetly over his sharp stubble, and she moaned from deep within her throat. His mouth was hot, and his breath reeked, but the smell drove Nadia wild. Suddenly her pussy was so wet it felt like she had just sat down in a warm puddle.

Less gently now, she began to strip off his armor. She tore his cuirass free with such impatient rage that she probably damaged it, and she tore at his smelly undershirt with clumsy, hungry claws, all the while smothering his face with wet, tongue-filled kisses. His chest underneath was slightly hairy and sticky from many days riding in full armor, but his muscles were hard and his pheromones were thick, so thick that the wave of his musk almost made Nadia pass out. She trembled drunkenly on his chest, slipping down and running her tongue between the crevices of his sculpted pectorals, the taste of his chest inebriating her faster than vodka laced with aphrodisiacs.

Rhys was grunted now, his strong chest heaving like a bellow, and he began to violently tear at Nadia's skimpy lingerie with his mailed fists, the armored fingers awkwardly tearing at the lacey pink material. His erection was so hard so suddenly that it hurt, and it strained against the hard casing of his codpiece with such pressure that he was sure one of them was going to break. He reached down for Nadia's firm buttocks and grabbed the triangle of her thong, tugging on it so sharply that it snapped off her body. She squeaked with shock as the material whipped against her sensitive pussy, but was all the more excited by it.

All thoughts of the ninjas hunting them evaporated as Rhys pulled Nadia off of his body and slammed her down on the bed, her breast bouncing as she huffed submissively. Rhys pulled his gauntlets off so fast the leather straps within broke, as did the straps of his steel codpiece as he angrily unfastened. He tugged down his cotton trousers, and out popped an erect ten inches of solid, vein-covered cock the likes of which made Nadia start to salivate. His balls were heavy, leathery, and covered with thick black hair coarser than a horse's tail. The foreskin of his penis was uncircumcised but was still pulled back by the sheer mass of his bulbously swollen helmet. More than a few maidens had suffered the pleasure of this manly ramrod's assault, some of them nearly destroyed by it, but all of them had surrendered to it willingly.

Nadia leaned up and wrapped the thick, ribbed cock in her soft breasts, massaging its pulsing length as she kissed the angry head of it with her puffy lips, teasing the deep cum-slit with her tongue. 

This was all just foreplay. Rhys's mind was boiling like a hot kettle, and his heart was beating like an explosive drum. He was about to grab Nadia by the back of her head and skull-fuck her mercilessly until his ten inches were dripping wet, and then he was going to tear her pussy in half. 

But with one last moment of clarity he managed to ask, "Do you think your apprentices are alright?"

Nadia answered by opening her jaw and taking his whole cockhead into her mouth, sucking its salty girth like a big piece of candy. At that point Rhys lost his mind, her grabbed her head, and the battle began.

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Lily was bleeding from a small cut to her shoulder as she retreated into the pantry. Another scantily clad ninja charged at her, sweeping a katana in an attempt to disembowel the blonde girl. Lily flexed back just a centimeter far enough to dodge the blade, and then slammed a bag of flower onto the ninja's head. The eastern girl grunted painfully as her head was slammed against the hard floor, and her near-naked body was coated in a cloud of white flour. 

Another ninja came at Lily, this one with claw-like weapons, wearing nothing by a latex thong, running along the wall with superhuman agility. Lily guessed the ninjas attack though, and stepped ahead of it, punching right up into the slant-eyed slut's crotch, pegging her with a perfect cunt-punt that sent her flying across the kitchen, and crashing into a wall of heavy iron pans.

Lily was gasping for air, but she smiled confidently. That was the seventh Bad Bitch Ninja she had taken out on her own. She thought she was actually going to get out of this in one piece. 

ZIP! ZIP! ZIP!

But suddenly a spider's web of wires spun around her body, wrapping around her arms and legs gently but firmly, lifting her into the air and pulling her extremities apart. The wires were just tight enough to pinch her, but not tight enough to cut her skin, although it was obvious that any more pressure and her body would be cut into a dozen little pieces. 

"You're scrappy, I'll give you that," a razor-sharp feminine voice said. "But a common slut like you is no match for my Spider's Web technique: Kumonosu-jutsu!" 

Suddenly a woman appeared before Lily, a woman with a slender body but large, jiggling breasts contained in skintight purple latex. It was the demon-masked nija, Onichitsu. Her bodysuit was so impossibly tight that Lily could see the crevices of muscle in her ripped stomach, outlining a perfect six-pack of abdominals and an exaggerated set of glutes. 

"Fu-fu-fuck you," Lily squeaked, trying to scream but the wires cutting into her body were keeping her in too much pain to inhale properly. Strangely though, she could feel her little pink nipples becoming erect, and a dark spot started to form on the crotch of her panties. 

Onichitsu laughed snidely. "Oh my! Wet already? How disgraceful. Perhaps you are noticing the influence of the aphrodisiacs I lace all my weapons with, but for them to have such a visible affect so quickly, you must truly be a horny little slut. I bet this flat-chested body of yours as been stuffed with more cocks than a henhouse."

Onichitsu laughed coldly at her own joke, her hand reaching up Lily's skirt and violently pulling her panties off. Then she began to viciously finger the hanging girl with three powerful fingers. Lily was so wet that her pussy gushed and popped with every stroke, and soon Onichitsu's palm made a wet smacking sound every time it spanked up into Lily's clit, and within seconds the poor little girl's face was contorting in bewildered, almost retarded confusion. 

"Cum for me, little slut," the sadistic shinobi whispered into Lily's ear. "Submit to me like the worthless little bitch you are."

"I'm... I'm... CUMMING!" Lily managed to scream, her whole body stiffening in unimaginable pain and pleasure as her pussy blasted a hot tidal wave of cum all over Onichitsu's forearm. Lily writhed and wiggled in the sharp bindings of the wires, but all she did was force herself through more excruciating ecstasy as she worked more of the aphrodisiac into her skin.

When the orgasms subsided Lily was left panting pathetically and suspended in the wires like a dead insect, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up in a catatonic stare. Her pussy was still leaking so much cum it looked like she was pissing herself.

Onichitsu chuckled with contempt as she pulled her wet pussy-soaked hand underneath her mask and tasted it, sucking three of her fingers into her mouth and rolling them around her tongue. 

"Delicious... for a common whore," the ninja admitted, although Lily was far too unconscious to hear her compliment. "I'm going to let you live. You will make a most adequate sexual-pet once I've properly broken you."

Onitchitsu tugged on the wires holding Lily's body up, and they all suddenly retracted back into her belt. Lily's body fell to the floor lifelessly, her face splashing into a puddle of her own cum. The dominant ninja strutted out of the room with an arrogant swagger and laughing haughtily.

One down. Four to go. 

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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Pad ran through the gardens of Nadia's castle with his arms full of alchemical bombs he had quickly assembled. Over a dozen sexy ninjas had been pursuing him through the miniature jungle, but only two or three of them remained conscious enough to continue. He had taken out the first three with a single bomb, tossing it between their long, high-heeled legs, and he saw the way there perky bodies went flying in every direction when the bomb exploded. The ninjas had underestimated him, and they had paid for it.

"Western bastard!" A tall ninja with tanned skin and a lithe, muscular body bound up in fishnets yelled at him. She charged at him while spirally a chain in her hand that had a deadly, flesh-rending hook fastened to one end, and when she swung it Pad nearly lost his head. The scythe made a sickening 'swish' sound as it cut through the plants around him, decapitating some fire-roses instead.

Pad was out of bombs, but he knew exactly what a fire-rose could be used for. He grabbed it, and carefully tore the petals open towards the scythe-wielding ninja. A puff of red pollen exploded from the rose and dusted her entire front, coating her tight breasts and exotic face. For a moment she just looked more pissed off, but then her nose started to twitch, and her angular eyes became suddenly round.

"Ow... ow... ow... ouch! Ouch! FUCK! OUCH!" the ninja whined, dancing on her tippy toes as she dropped her weapon. She started to scratch and claw at her breasts so viscously that her sharp fingernails tore open her fishnet top, leaving her dark nipples totally exposed, but still she continued to itch herself violently. "What the fuck? SHIT!"

"Itching powder," Pad smirked. "Some of the most powerful in nature. I hope you're having fun, because that stuff doesn't wear off for at least five hours."

Pad turned and ran for an exit, now completely out of alchemical weapons, but he was stopped when an armored kneecap rocketed up into his stomach.

THUD! 

Pad wheezed in pain as his body slumped to the ground. He was clutching his abdomen and drooling with shock, so stunned by that powerful stomach-buster that he could barely inhale. 

Three ninja were suddenly around him, and there feminine hands pulled him to the ground, pressing his wrists and ankles against the cold walkway. A much taller, more imposing ninja strutted above him, her curvaceous ass and swollen vaginal mound filling his vision. He looked up past the huge mountains that were her tits, and looked into the black eyes of an oni-mask.

"I've been told you have a most arrogantly large penis," Onichitsu mocked him. Her foot landed rather painfully on his crotch and pressed his penis against the ground. Pad groaned, but despite himself his sensitive cock responded to the abusive stimulation by hardening, just as it always did when Nadia tortured him. His cock thickened and tried to pull up, but Onitchitsu just stepped down harder, which in turn made his cock even more turgid and erect. Pad whimpered in submission as his ridiculous dick inflated to a tremendous ten-plus inches, only it as being angled away from his body in a painful direction.

"Oh my. The blonde puppy has already been trained quite well. One kick from your mistress and you've already dug up your bone," Onichitsu snickered, the incredibly strong muscles in her toes flexing over his penis's girth and squeezing it painfully. With amazing dexterity, her toes pinched down on the zipper of his short and pulled it up, and his cock snapped out so fast it slapped against his stomach and filled the garden with an echoing 'SMACK!'

Pad's cock then rose upward, standing out from his body with such rock-hard erectness that it would have been easy to believe there was an actual bone in side of it. 

Onitchitsu's toes wrapped around what little amount of the girth they could, and she began to stroke his massive dick with her foot, moving up and down until his foreskin peeled back and revealed the swollen pink helmet.

Onichitsu snorted in disdain. "Ha! Pink! Despite being as large as a horse you still have the penis of a little boy. I bet you can't even control this arrogant horn like a real man. I bet you spill your seed far too early. Let's find out."

Onichitsu's latex-coated foot began to glide over the smooth length of his ludicrous cock, stroking him on every side and mashing his balls gently with the heel of her foot. She flicked his head with her big-toy playfully, teasing him like a cruel older sister would a pitifully horny brother, but the overall effect of her skillful footjob started to become apparent when a little pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of his penis. Pad gasped when he saw it, his blue eyes filling with tears at the shameful realization of just how easily conquered he was. 

Sensing victory, Onichitsu wedged Pad's cock into the nook between her big-toe and her long-tow, and began to stroke him with blinding speed, her heel striking his testicles so rapidly that she was bouncing them on the ground like balls. Pad's body stiffened and arched up, and he cried out.

"OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" Pad cried, humiliated but drowning in bliss. 

The first blast of thick, sweet nectar from his spitting cock flew so high it nearly hit Onichitsu in the mask, but she moved slightly and let it fly over her shoulder. She was ready for the second blast and aimed his meat-canon away from her, letting the flying rope of cum spray right into Pad's own face, his open mouth and eyes immediately plastered by an impressive load of spunk. He chocked and sputtered on his sticky, syrupy boy-batter, and it was a rather long time before his orgasm finally subsided enough that his volcanic cockhead only oozed with cum instead of blasted it. 

"A truly impressive eruption," Onichitsu admitted. "It seems that Nadia has managed to collect individuals with remarkable potential... but potential without training is wasted. Don't worry, little boy-bitch. Once I've fucked your mistress into a humiliated state of submission, and I will take you and your sister back to my homeland, and I will train you to be a perfect little male whore."

Pad tried to say something but all the came out was a girlish whimper. Nearly choking on his own cum, the world became blurry, and he lost consciousness. 

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As Onitchitsu swaggered down the opulent hallway that led to Nadia's bedroom she saw that before the golden doors was a pile of comatose ninjas, all of them stripped naked and bleeding from shallow cuts to the tight skin. Their weapons lay in disarray, and more than a few showed signs of having been brutally violated before being defeated. One of her finest warriors was currently bent over a chair, gagged by her own panties, with the long handle of her own katana sunk deep into her raped pussy. She was twitching slightly as her body suffered the long aftershocks of several violent orgasms, and although her lovely eyes were open she was gone from the world completely. 

"I'm going to cut you into pieces," a lanky black cat said as it slowly took the form of a lithe, naked young girl with smallish breasts and a slender waist. Her body was glistening with sweat and the muscles of her stomach strained as she panted from exhaustions. 

"I commend you," Onichitsu said in all honesty, standing with a wide posture, hands on her hips. "To have singlehandedly defeated so many of my most elite ninjas... you must be more than human."

Pussy-pocket snickered. "I am. I am a demon. A succubus. Once I served in the harem of Satan himself, before Nadia summoned me to the human world to serve her. I love my mistress, you assassin-slut. I am going to kill you in the most lusciously horrifying ways imaginable just for attacking her." 

As Pussy made her threat her fingernails grew into diamond-sharp claws, and her eyes glowed red with hellfire. She was very serious.

Onichitsy wasn't frightened at all though. She sighed a little as she withdrew a small shuriken from her gauntlet. "Foolish demon. Do you think Nadia is the only mortal with power over spirits?"




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 07



Onichitsu cut her palm open, and then slammed the freshly bleeding wound against the floor. There was a flash of red light as a magical sigil appeared on the floor, and then the hallway filled with pink smoke that smelled like cherry blossoms and hot sex. When the smoke cleared Onichitsu was no longer alone. At either side were the two most erotically shaped women Pussy had ever seen, even compared to a goddess like Nadia. Their every curve was perfectly cut from the mind of an artistic pervert, and just the subtle movements of their firms breasts rising and lowering as they breathed was hypnotic. One of these eastern women had a tail flipping around her perfect ass, a long black tail like a cat's. The other had nine fluffy tails, each one perfectly white and much like a fox's tails.

"Nekomata! Kitsune!" Onichitsu yelled. "Humble this bitch!"

The perfect bodies of the two spirits were blurs as the raced around Pussy, their smooth hands groping every inch of her body with such speed that it sent the succubus spinning in a dizzying circle. She swiped at them with her claws and kicked at their bodies with her feet, but they were too quick and too well coordinated. Pussy may have had a chance against one of the spirits, but fighting both of them at the same time was futile. 

Nekomata meowed as she pounced on Pussy and pushed her slender opponent to the ground, smothering her with a deep tongue-filled kiss. Kitsune kneeled down between her sister's legs and began to lick at Pussy's vagina like it was a saucer of milk, teasing her with little kisses at first but quickly escalating into an enthusiastic feast. Pussy fought back, but only at first. The spirits' hands gently restrained her, their tongues subtly tortured her, and their hot bodies overwhelmingly swayed her. 

As the three demons writhed on the floor in a hot, sweaty mess of orgasmic bliss, a sweetly scented pink fog began to grow. The strange colored mist enveloped their little orgy, and it pulled them all back into the Netherworld, where poor Pussy was sure to suffer a most agonizingly severe session of hard, talented, relentless lesbian sex.

Unhindered any longer, Onichitsu opened the doors to Nadia's sex-chamber. 

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The handsome knight (who Onichitsu was seeing out of his armor for the first time) was flat on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed, his face contorted in bewildering pleasure. The chiseled muscles of his chest gleamed with sweat as if facing a blazing forge, and his strong forearms twitched with fatigue. Bouncing on his substantial manhood was a very naked, very drenched Nadia, her breasts thumping with beautiful heft as she ground the thick length of Rhys's cock with her tight, wet pussy. The muscles of her own slender waist stood out with chiseled perfection, and her nipples moved up and down so quickly they were two pink blurs. Her long auburn hair clung to her back and shoulders like a sticky veil, so soaked with sweat that it was letting off steam. She was biting her lip and crying a little, her face submitting to the power of another intense orgasm, but her body never stopped its earth-shattering sexual assault on Rhys. The bed they fucked on was large, study, heavy, and bound to the wall by iron bracings, but still it shook like an old shack in a windstorm.

"FUCK!" Nadia screamed, her puffy lips curling into a delirious smile. "MAKE ME CUM! AGAIN!!"

Her body stiffened and for a moment her breasts stopped bouncing, but they continued to jiggle as her body shivered with violent potential. She closed her mouth and screamed in her throat, tears rolling down her high cheeks. She leaned down and put her hands on Rhy's broad shoulders, and then clawed them all the way down his chest to where her pussy was exploding on his fat dig, leaving bright red trails in his hard, rugged skin. 

"The... the... the utter ARROGANCE!!" Onichitsu screamed, her body quivering with rage (and arousal, although she wouldn't admit it). "You dare make such lewd, disgusting love while your life is in mortal danger. Bitch! I am Onichitsu! Mistress of the Bad Bitch Ninja Clan! Slayer of the Seven Dragon Samurai! Favored Concubine of the Shogun! Youngest graduate of the Pink Lotus School of the Sexual Arts! I am a legend in my lands! I am fucking EPIC! People have written plays about me! You should be cowering in fear, not... not... not rutting like some dirty monkey! I could kill you now, and it would be no harder than snapping a kitten's neck!"

Nadia was kissing Rhys chest so obscenely that a thick strand of drool connected her chin to one of his nipples. She was pink in the face from panting so heavily, barley able to catch her breath as she melted from the sexual inferno the two of them had been stoking, but she still found the energy to speak.

"Queen Nymphoria wants me alive... so... whatever," Nadia laughed a little. "Why don't you sit down and watch. I can tell you are loving this. Your clit is fucking HUGE!"

Onichitsu looked down to see that indeed her clitoris was huge. It was erect, protruding from its vaginal hood, and it pressed against the skintight material of her latex bodysuit with such force that it was pitching an inch-high tent. Suddenly away of how horny she was, Onichitsu could feel her own wet cum leaking down the inside of her suit, moistening her legs and ass. Her knees were shaking. 

"Tell you what sweetheart," Nadia sneered, speaking in the most condescending tone imaginable. "Instead of kicking your ass and raping the shit out of you like I've done to every other mercenary Nymphoria has sent after me, why don't you sit down, shut the FUCK up, flick the freakishly fat clit of yours, and when Rhys is done destroying my cunt I'll let you lick it clean? Alright?" 

Onichitsu's voice was breaking, on the verge of tears, but her heart pumped pure rage. "You... you... AAAAAAGGHH!!"

Onichitsu unsheathed her irregularly long katana and charged, her entire body cutting through the humid air like a living blade. She raised her sword for a killing sweep, fully intending to slice both of the lover's in half, knowing full well that her katana was sharp enough to cut through muscle and bone as easily as a razor could cut through rice-paper. Her sword, which was named Akuma-no-chi, was forged from iron found in a meteor, tempered with charcoal taken from an ancient tree, cooled in the blood of a virgin priestess, and hammered by a demon-smith. It was a weapon of mythical proportion, and had cut down thousands of great warriors as if they were nothing more than stalks of grass. 

CLAP!

Onichitsu's blade was stopped. Nadia had caught it... with her bare hands. The godly sharp blade was wedged between her gentle palms so securely that it felt imbedded in stone, and yet it seemed as if Nadia was exerting no more energy than she would have needed to hold up a pair of chopsticks. 

"... how?" Onichitsu gasped.

"You're the Shogun's concubine," Nadia asked, her eyebrow cocked. "Shogun Sanada? That handsome man with the dark eyes and the neatly trimmed beard? He came to Hedonia once to visit Queen Nymphoria. I met him along the way and I fucked his brains out!" Nadia laughed. "He said I was the best he ever had (which I'm guessing means better than you), and he taught me his favorite sword techniques while I showed him all of my favorite 'sword' techniques. I was a quick study."

"... impossible-"

"Also, I'm a witch."

ZZZZAAAAAPPP!! 

Nadia sent a jolting bold of magical energy through the sword, electrifying Onichitsu with power to kill a horse, but the night-superhuman ninja survived it, if barely. She leaned her head back and screamed, the electrical energy ripping through her body shattering her muscle control, and setting her clothes on fire. She couldn't control herself and began to pee, her nipples erecting from her shaking breasts like two pink missiles, and her ass clenching shut so hard that she could have crushed the bones in a man's hand. The purple latex that coated her body was ripping and sizzling off of her tight skin, falling from her body in explosive strips. Her mask, the ugly demon face that covered her own, suddenly exploded.

The woman underneath it was beautiful, except for a single hideous scar that covered her right cheekbone, and the fact that she was frothing at the mouth while screaming her lungs out. 

Onichitsu's eyes rolled up, her tongue stuck out, and she fell to the ground unconscious, naked, and pissing herself uncontrollably.

The last thing she saw before blacking out was Nadia holding Rhys's fat dick over her face, stroking it wildly, milking the knight's large nuts for every scalding drop of cum they had, spraying it all over her naked, shivering body. A substantial amount of it filled her mouth, and she slipped into darkness with the taste of it poisoning her mind. 

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Queen Nymphoria sat at her breakfast table devouring a meal of grapefruit and cherries whipped with cream. She was totally naked, her cinnamon-chocolate skin and curly brown hair sparkling with little beads of sweat. Splayed out on the massive bed behind her were the bodies of a half-dozen strong young men, all of them exhausted by the marathon of sex she had run them through the night before. Every one of them was a sexual champion, but all of them combined could not compete with what Nadia was capable off, and Nymphoria knew that. Her body would not let her forget the time she had spent with the sultry sorceress, and even know, while eating her breakfast, the Queen masturbated thinking about her lost love. 

"A delivery for you, your highness," A cute page boy dressed in nothing but a velvet thong said, stepping into the room. "From Nadia the Enchantress."

"Nadia!" The Queen, gasped, her body shivering with a small, spontaneous orgasm. "Bring it in! Now!"

A large crate was brought into the room, carried by a dozen strong men all dressed in revealing, provocative male-lingerie, as the people of Hedonia traditionally dressed. As they pried open the wooden crate Nymphoria read the letter than had been attached to it, written in Nadia's elegant handwriting. 

"Dear Nymphoria, thanks for all the entertainment you've been sending me recently. I can't imagine how boring my life would be if I didn't have all these mercenaries and maniacs trying to capture or kill me. This most recent one you pointed in my direction was especially amusing. It took Rhys and I (you remember Rhys) almost a week before we got tired of her, but like all toys she eventually broke, and now I have no more need of her. I'm giving the toy back to you. Maybe you'll want to send her back to her Shogun, or play with her yourself, or just throw her away. I don't care. I'm too busy gagging on Rhys's beautiful, fat dick to even worry about what a boring old Queen like you does with broken toys-"

Just then the crate fell open, revealing the bound and tortured body of Onichitsu, who was tied up with leather straps, gagged by a rubber-ball, and stuffed with more dildos than could be counted. Her once proud, beautiful face was contorted in orgasmic retardation, her eyes empty and rolled up, her mouth curled upward in a perpetual smile. Her flawless skin was covered in light bruises and red welts. Her nipples had been pierced with metal studs. The words "FUCK TOY" had been tattooed on her forehead, and the battered lips of her vulva hung loose and wet like a piece of over-tenderized meat. It was clear that she was just as Nadia described her: broken.

The letter ended "... love, Nadia."



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 08



The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but not for the treasure, oddly. All the bits of gold and silver had been left behind, and discarded throughout the piles of dirt were ancient bejeweled swords and pieces of armor. Whoever had raided this dismal little necropolis hadn't done so for easy bits of crusty treasure, but they had taken everything that was of value to them. 

They had taken all the bodies.

Darting through the misty graveyard was a sleek, slippery black shadow with glowing red eyes. Only when it paused was the ebony blur noticeably a cat, one that inspected the defiled graves and broken tomb with a preternatural intelligence. Bolting through the shadows and shade, the cat came back to the toppled gates and slowed. The sleek black cat stood up on its hind-legs and suddenly grew in size, its slippery black fur dissipating as smooth, peachy flesh took its place. Within a second all that remained of the cat were a swaying, serpentine tail, two glowing red eyes, and a spiky head of shiny black hair. Everything else was now a naked, lithe young woman, whose firm breasts perked in the cold, and whose tight buttocks flexed in discomfort. 

"Looks like Graf was already here," Pussy-pocket the succubus said, patting herself on the ass to wipe away a speck of dirt. "He took them all, even the animal corpses from the pet cemetery."

"My, my. That little boy sure has been busy," a deep, melodious voice responded, a voice from a women whose husky breath always seemed to be on the brink of orgasm. 

Strutting into the dark, drab cemetery came a colorful explosion of feminine sexuality, a busty woman with brilliant auburn hair and revealing green robes that were both skimpy in size and nearly transparent, her only real coverings being a pair of knee-high leather boots with sharp stiletto heels and a heavy emerald cloak. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty and provocation, her every movement a physical expression of deep, penetrating eroticism. This was Nadia Méchant, Sultry Sorceress and Seductress Supreme, a woman who was as desired as she was despised, and as admired as she was feared. 

But at the moment it was Nadia who looked afraid, counting the dozens of graves that had been emptied. She bit her succulent lip and hugged her chest, causing her amble bosom to melt around her arms. Her breasts were warm but the air was cold, and her nipples stood out erect and proud.

Nadia's demonic familiar Pussy-pocket strutted over and hugged her mistress, pressing her smirking face into Nadia's breasts and sucking one of the engorged nipples into her mouth. Nadia moaned happily and relaxed, the nervous tension in her body slowly ebbing away.

"Don't worry Mistress," Pussy said, popping off of Nadia's nipple with a mouthful of milk leaking from her lips. "That stupid little Necromancer would need a hundred zombies to challenge you. We're going to kick his faggot ass."

Nadia patted her foul-mouthed demon on the head and faked a smile. By her count Graf did have hundreds of zombies by now, maybe even thousands. She knew such an amateur wizard like Graf would be no match against her in single combat, but assisted by an army of the undead? That was another story. If she could just catch up to the little bastard she could end this, but he was always one step ahead of her, and his army was growing by the day.

"You're right Pussy," Nadia said, pushing her concerns away. "We should keep going. He's probably headed for the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel next, the Countess who died back during the Great Plague. She's buried with almost a thousand of her subjects. If Graf gets there before we do he may become unstoppable. But first . . ."

Nadia giggled deeply as she pushed Pussy down to her knees while undressing. Some green robes slipped away, revealing a puffy, hot, dripping wet vagina that looked starved for attention. Pussy smiled wickedly and dove in, lapping at the tight folds of her mistress's greedy cunt. They had been on Graf's tail for almost a week, and not once during that time had Nadia gotten a proper fucking, and a week for Nadia without sex was like a lifetime for most people. Pussy knew how horny her mistress got, and she knew how distracting that sexual tension was making her, so she did her best to relieve her mistress's stress at any and every moment she got.

"Oh . . . oh Pussy . . . little bitch . . . I'm cumming!" Nadia moaned, grabbing the back of Pussy's head as her cunt exploded with a wet, almost violent orgasm. Nadia's exquisite buttocks tensed as she came and her nipples pearled with milk, her body gently quivering with the quelled but not yet sated lust that was growing in her. 

When Nadia let Pussy go the girl looked up at her with big red eyes and a happy smiled that was dripping with sex. Pussy licked her lips and giggled.

"Let's go," Nadia said, smiling, although not without a small amount of fear.

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Nadia and Pussy had to leave their carriage behind when they came to the jagged foothills. Before the Great Plague there had been many well paved roads which led through the hills and up into the mountains where the duchy of Countess Natalia von Nippel rested, but when it became clear that the entire duchy was going to be lost to the plague the king of the land ordered the roads destroyed and buried with boulders, dooming the infected citizens within to a lonely death, but saving the rest of the kingdom from the Plague's grasp. 

Sighing loudly, Nadia looked back at her comfortable carriage and wove her hand. The complex magic that had held the vehicle together suddenly unraveled, and the opulent carriage shrunk back into the form Nadia had found it in: a large pumpkin. She waved her hands again and the horses which had pulled the carriage suddenly shrunk as well, once again becoming field mice.

"One of these days I should invest some time in inventing a flying carriage," Nadia mumbled, turning back to the rocky incline and seeing Pussy scampering up the boulders with supernatural speed, slithering from shadow to shadow like a ebony bolt of lightning. 

Nadia moaned deeply, rubbing her hands up and down her curvaceous form, lingering on her erect nipples and wide hips as she chanted an incantation beneath her husky breath. A gentle wind enveloped her, blowing her already skimpy robes all about, and lifting her from the ground. With the weightlessness of a sexy snowflake she leapt from rock to rock, never touching the ground with more than the tip of her naked toes. 

She planned to scale the entire mountain this way, but then a shadow swept over her, and she looked up.

Nadia gasped. Gliding through the air was a small dragon, 'small' being a relative term as it was easily as large as two beefy mules combined. Nadia ducked behind a rock and strained her eyes to see it in detail. Was it moldy? Skeletal? Rotting? Had Graf managed to resurrect a dead dragon? That was a terrifying thought. And army of zombies was one thing, but a zombie dragon was something fare worse. But no. It was alive, its brilliant emerald scales sparkling in the dim light with vivacious color, and the very intimidating muscle hanging between its legs plump with animalistic hormones. Not only was the dragon built like a mule, it was hung like one as well. 

But it wasn't a dragon. It was too stout, too bulky, and instead of four limps and a pair of wings it only possessed a pair of inverted hind-legs, like a bat. Dragons were ancient, magical, intelligent creatures of profound nature. This was a beast . . . an animal . . .

" . . . a wyvern," Nadia gasped.

"And it has a saddle," Pussy whispered into her mistress's ear. "You know what that means."

Nadia nodded. "A Wyvern-Knight." She bit her lip. "Well our day just got more complicated."

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The Wyvern-Knights were the elite warriors of the kingdom of Wyssex, a mountainous little country to the northwest of Hedonia. Although independent, Wyssex was very beholden to Hedonia, and therefore to its queen, Nymphoria, who just happened to be Nadia's ex-lover and current arch-nemesis of sorts. Nymphoria had tried to capture Nadia over a hundred times, using every trick in the book, and this was not the first time Nadia had been hunted by Wysexxian warriors. 

Nadia crept naked through the rocks and trees, her body coated in a chameleon spell that made her almost invisible. She had discarded her clothes not because of her magic, but because a wyvern could track prey by smell as easily as it did by sight, and Nadia's clothes were soaked with perfume and sexual fluids. She masked her scent now by rubbing her naked skin with herbs and aromatic flowers, camouflaging her in more ways than one. 

Pussy followed close behind, the demon in the form of a swaggering little shadow.

"There's the bitch," Nadia whispered, seeing the knight making camp in a clearing. Her wyvern was resting nearby under some trees, its wings folded up like a leathery blanket. "I can't believe there's only one. And look at how young she is! Little slut must be fresh out of school."

The knight was indeed young, and beautiful. Nadia guesses she couldn't be more than 20 or 21. She was a little short but well proportioned, like the body of a dancer, with a thin waist and a curvy little ass, not to mention a pair of perky young tits that looked ready to just pop. Her hair was long and wavy, and shimmered so much that it really looked like gold instead of merely blonde. Nadia could see all of her because the Wyvern Knights wore less armor than a slut wore in a brothel. Two small triangles of mithril were all that covered her perky nipples, and her peachy little cunt was likewise cupped by a miniscule patch of metal hat curved up her tight butt-crack in a revealing thong. But she didn't need more armor than that Nadia knew, because the magical properties of mithril were enough to deter most spells and weapons with ease, and being such a rare substance it would have been wasteful to use more than what she wore. 

"You take the Wyvern," Nadia said to Pussy. "I'm going to ruin this little bitch." 

Confident enough to strut into the clearing were the knight was making camp, Nadia melted back into view. The cute little warrior looked up from the bed she was making to see a voluptuous woman with long auburn hair suddenly standing before her . . . and she looked pissed.

"Who-" the Wyvern-Knight began, but Nadia didn't let her finish. 

"Nymphoria sent you here to fail, slut." 

Nadia held her hand out and a crackling bolt of lightning shot out of it, shocking its way all along the young woman's lithe body. The knight screamed beautifully as her body was paralyzed with pain, the intensity of the lightning so great that her bikini-armor started to glow and her body was cast in blue light. The mithril was soaking up much of the magic, but not enough to save her. In a few second she was going to be unconscious, and Nadia would be free to humiliate her in every sadistic way she pleased . . . or her brains were going to burst out of her head like a giant penis ejaculating . . . whatever.

GGRRRRRRRR, the wyvern rumbled, leaping up to attack Nadia, but wyverns were slow on the ground, and a black shadow suddenly materialized in front of it, taking the form of a massive black panther, and the two beasts wrestled through the trees, leaving a trail of destruction.

Nadia snickered knowing Pussy was going to turn the beast into a new set of wyvern-skin boots, purses, and lingerie for Nadia . . . but that thought distracted her.

Nadia didn't see the knight pull a silver spear from the ground, one that was made of mithril. The knight held it up and the blade caught the lightning bolt, soaking it up like and neutralizing it.

"What-" Nadia gasped stupidly.

The young knight swung her spear and broke the spell, the feedback from which struck Nadia like a kick to her cunt. Stunned and wincing in pain, Nadia didn't see the roundhouse kick coming, not until the knight's high-heeled boot struck her in the side of the face. 

Nadia spun through the air and landed in a puddle of mud, her breasts jiggling like two massive molds of gelatin. The knight mounted her as a woman would a man, and raised the spear's razor-sharp point above Nadia's large breasts, aiming for the heart. Nadia was going to strike back first though, her first quickly turning into stone, so she could knock the bitch-knight senseless and then proceed to humiliate her in some painful, wonderful way.

"No!" a man yelled. A gruff, masculine, powerful man, his voice reverberating in the woman's chests like the music of a bass. "Liana, stop! Nadia, stop!"

Both of the woman looked up at the sound of their names, seeing an armored figure marching towards them, and to Nadia's shock he was being followed by the knight's wyvern and Pussy, who had reverted to the form of naked, flat-chested woman. Nadia didn't understand why they had stopped fighting, until she saw who the armored man was.

"Rhys?" Nadia gasped in her husky voice. "Rhys Faulkner?" 

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Rhys Faulkner was one of the few men Nadia had ever loved . . . in the genuine emotional sense. In the physical sense she had loved hundreds, most of whom she hated everything about other than there big muscles and bigger cocks. But Rhys was special. Like so many others, he had been sent to capture her when his king fell under the political and sexual power of Nymphoria, but after a long fight and even long sex-session he freed her. Rhys became an outlaw of course, banished from his own land, and he had done it all for Nadia. She loved that roguish, chaotic honor of his more than anything, but it didn't hurt that he was a scruffy stud-muffin with pectorals like a brick-wall and a cock like an iron ramrod either. Rhys was the man she thought about when fucking other less attractive men, and she came every time. 

The five of them sat around the camp in a circle like children out scouting: Nadia the very naked sorceress, still covered in mud; Pussy who was lounging in the form of a small black kitten; the lumbering wyvern which rested some distance off, teeth bared at Nadia; Liana Vilay the Wyvern-Knight; and Rhys Faulkner, the rogue knight, who stood over the two mud-splattered women like a stern father. Liana looked humiliated and shamed, Nadia just looked off in the distance, trying to act cool, but in reality Rhys 'tough guy' act was getting her wet. She hoped this was going to end in a spanking. 

"It wasn't my fault," Liana practically cried. "She . . . (sob) . . . she attacked me! I was only-"

"You overreacted!" Rhys shouted, and she shrank like a little schoolgirl who just got caught masturbating in class. "You were going for the death-blow when you could have used your spear's pommel to knock her out AND keep her alive for questioning. And you," he turned to Nadia, "what the holy fuck are you doing here?"

Nadia shrugged and smirked, trying to act cool. "Just looking for a big fat cock to sit on. Can you help me with that?" 

Rhys groaned and rubbed his forehead. "Holy hell, woman, you are going to kill me one day."

"Rhys?" Liana squeaked. "Do you . . . how do you know this awful woman?"

"Rhyyyyyys?"Nadia whined in a mocking, nasally voice, exaggerating the way Liana sounded. "How do you know this flat-chested, flat-assed, whiny little teen slut?"

"I'm 21 you old bitch!" Liana whined. "How old are you? 40? 50?"

Nadia didn't want to admit how old she was, so just snarled.

Rhys groaned again, realizing what a wonderful little shit-storm he had found himself in. "Liana, this woman is Nadia Méchant, sorceress, enchantress, conjurer, shaman, alchemist, outlaw, and my . . . um . . . 'special friend.' I'm sure you've heard of her."

Liana's big blue eyes were as large as saucers as she gasped. Of course she had heard of Nadia Méchant, the infamous witch and seductress. Nadia snickered, but she did not like at all the way Rhys had called her his 'special friend' rather than 'lover,' or even just 'fuck-buddy.' 

"Nadia, this is Liana Vilay of Wyssex, a recent graduate of the Wyvern Academy. Her mother and I are . . . um . . . 'special friends,' and I've agreed to mentor Liana for a few months out in the greater world as part of her training." 

(So you want to fuck this little cherry-girl like you did her mother, is that it Rhys?), Nadia wanted to say, but didn't. She didn't want to be a jealous prude and ruin her lover's chances with this tight little virgin, although she doubted Liana would prove much fun. A frail, inexperienced girl like her would probably pass out after one hour of getting pounded by a stud like Rhys. Rhys was a beast in bed, he could fuck a she-orc into a coma, he broke bed-frames like they were made of crackers, he ruined marriages, he ruined pussies, and he could do all that in the FIRST date. He didn't 'make love' to his women . . . he FUCKED them! Rhys was one of only a few people to have every truly defeated Nadia sexually, having once left her a crying, gushing, hot-mess barely on the edge of consciousness, broken after several days of a brutal marathon of sex. If he truly were to unleash the beast on this pathetic twig of a girl he would probably kill her . . . a thought that Nadia found very arousing. 

"So what are you doing all the way up here?" Nadia said, looking Liana over. She was very pretty, and young, and perky, and her lips looked like they were made of candy . . . but Nadia wasn't impressed. Nadia hated her. (Go ahead and fuck this bitch to death), Nadia though, (and let me help).

Rhys became very serious. "Well . . . I didn't want to drag Liana along on anything too dangerous, but this mission can't be ignored. We are hunting a young necromancer who has been raising all the dead for miles in many directions, building an army, and leading it here, to the old duchy in the mountains."

Nadia stood up so straight her large breasts jiggled on her chest. "Graf! You're looking for Graf!"

Rhys cocked on eyebrow. "You . . . you know this necromancer?"

Nadia bit her lip. "He's a former student of mine. Last summer I did a little seminar on demonology and took in a few more students than usual, about twenty or so. Graf was talented but . . . well . . . wanted more than I was willing to give him. He wasn't my worst student, so I didn't expel him, but he wasn't my best either, so I didn't give him any 'special rewards," by which she meant sex. Nadia loved fucking her students, the girls and the boys. "Then the little shit stole something very powerful from me and ran off. All this shit started about a week ago though, when he stated raising the dead."

Rhys looked shocked. We did everything bad in the world always come back to Nadia. "What did he steal?"

"An amulet," Nadia said. "Half of one anyway. It was broken when I got it. It is a very powerful charm that enhances its user's magic tenfold; unfortunately it does so at the cost of their sanity, which is why I never used the damn thing."

Now Rhys looked really shocked. "Nadia . . . does this amulet bear the image of a naked succubus, holding a scythe in one hand and a sword in the other?"

Nadia perked up again. "YES! Well, the half I owned only showed a naked bitch holding a sword. I've never seen the other half. How do you know about it?"

Rhys was grinding his teeth, something he only did when he was really upset. "Nadia, that amulet once belonged to the Countess Natalia von Nippel, the woman who ruled over the duchy Graf is heading into."

Nadia shrugged. "So?"

"So," Rhys said. "Natalia von Nippel was a necromancer herself, and she was the one responsible for the Great Plague. I know this because my great-great-great-grandfather was the man who killed her, and broke her evil amulet, taking one half with him, and leaving the other half in her coffin."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 08



"Oh," Nadia gasped. "Oh shit."

"Yeah," Rhys whispered. "Graf is going for the amulet, and if he gets it he will become the most powerful necromancer in the world."

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Liana's wyvern (Gallant, it was named) was not strong enough to carry all of them, so the party had to hurry up the mountain on foot with it flying overheard, Nadia naked all the while. There was no time to go back for her clothes, and the weather had little effect on her comfort. With a simple spell she could walk naked through a blizzard and feel completely warm, or through a desert and be happily cool. Liana kept giving her dirty looks, as if accusing Nadia of being slutty, which was funny coming from a girl in a thong-bikini made of metal. Little by Little Nadia was truly growing to hate the obnoxious little brat, the way she whined and complained, the way she kept floating around Rhys like he was some kind of god. It was obvious that her cherry was aching to get popped by him. She was begging to get picked, but Nadia knew why Rhys hadn't yet. Hunting Graf was too important, so he must have been delaying his epic pussy beat-down of Liana for later. Poor stud, Nadia thought, his big balls must be so blue. 

"Look out!" Rhys suddenly shouted. "The necromancer left residual troops!"

Nadia looked to were Rhys was pointing, right down the narrow length of a rocky crevice that they were going to pass through. Bony arms and skulls were erupting from the ground, living corpses carrying weapons and covered in rusty scraps of armor. The leathery points of one's ears told Nadia that it had been an elf in life, whereas another was so stout and broad that it had to have been a dwarf. Obviously Graf hadn't been picky about where he got his corpses. 

"And up there," Liana screamed, "in the sky!"

Somehow, on decayed wings of brittle bones and moldy feathers, flew a flock of reanimated vultures, their razor-sharp beaks snapping with hunger. Some of the moldy sky-born things were not just birds though. Some had claws and fangs, and whip-like tails that snapped in the wind. Gargoyles. Graf had summoned his own gargoyles. 

"Nadia and I will take the ones on the ground," Rhys said, unsheathing his massive bastard-sword. "Liana, get on Gallant and keep those fliers from getting close."

Liana nodded. She turned and whistled sharply for her wyvern. Gallant had been floating through the air not far behind, but suddenly he came gliding down over her with incredibly speed. Liana simply lifted one of her gracefully thin arms and grabbed the side of her wyvern's saddle; her slender body stylishly pole-vaulting up onto the back of her beast. Gallant flapped his wings and took to the skies, his heavy body crashing right into the densest part of the flock while Liana lashed out with her silver spear. From that single attack over a dozen zombie-vultures were destroyed, broken apart into pieces to small to be sustained by magic, and one gargoyle fell from the sky with a slit throat.

Then Liana did something amazing. She through her spear, her only weapon, and it darted through the sky like a silver lightning-bolt, impaling three gargoyles and killing them. Then, with no more than a wave of her hand, Liana yelled "RETURN!" and the spear came back to her. 

"Not bad," Nadia huffed to herself bitterly. She looked back to see that Rhys was already charging into the fray, deftly swinging his huge bastard-sword with both hands, fluidly allowing each attack to melt into the next one. With one mighty swing he cut three of the zombies in half like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat, and even as they slashed at his body he let them, knowing that there rusted weapons would shatter against his carbonized steel armor. But as he fought the zombies began to throw themselves at him, and more bony hands erupted from the ground to seize his ankles. With the heavy pommel of his sword and his armored fists he beat them back, shattering skulls and snapping bones like twigs.

Nadia saw the greater threat then. The zombie-elf and the zombie-dwarf were not fodder like the others. The elf was knocking an arrow into a bow made of elfwood, a substance so pure that it wouldn't rot even after hundreds of years, and the dwarf was covered from head to toe in volcanic-steel armor, one of the strongest materials in the world. The zombie-dwarf charged at Rhys, swinging a titanic warhammer that could have easily crushed the knight's steel breastplate like an egg, and the elf was pulling back its bow for a fatal shot.

"Pussy," Nadia cried. "Take the archer!"

A black shadow flashed across the rock-face of the crevice, and Pussy materialized behind the archer in the form of a naked girl, albeit with one hand distorted into a series of razor-sharp claws. Pussy swiped faster than could be seen, and for a moment it looked as if nothing had happened at all, until the elf's bowstring snapped with a musical 'twang,' and then its body fell to the ground in three perfectly sliced pieces. 

The dwarf was mere yards away from Rhys, and the knight was too immobilized by a hundred bony arms grabbing at him to evade. Nadia leapt onto a rock, her naked body rising above the battle like a sensual flag, and she began to sway her form with erotic and hateful suggestion. Her body began to radiate heat, glistening with sweat, and her green eyes became orange and yellow like the fires of a forge. 

"Remember," she chanted. "Remember the forge." She was speaking towards the dwarf, but her magic was commanding his armor. The heavy plates of volcanic-steel began to grow hot, so hot that began to glow red, and then orange, and rapidly exploding into a blinding shade of yellow. The dwarf's armor combusted with flames, remembering that day it came from the lava-fueled forges of the dwarven volcano-smiths. The heat was too much for the magic holding the zombie together, and as a spout of flame erupted from the dwarf's visor its body was reduced to ash. 

Nadia continued to sweep her arms and hips as if dancing, and with every thrust of her hips a low-burning wave of flame swept around Rhys, reducing the animated remains binding him to ash and dust. Rhys broke free and with a few last swings of his sword the last of the zombies were cut down.

There was a heavy, wet thud as a gargoyle's bloody body landed nearby, impaling itself on a jagged rock. Nadia looked up to see that the last of the fliers had been dispatched, and between Liana's spear and Gallant's sharp talons not one of the gargoyles had survived. 

Liana brought Gallant in for a landing behind Rhys, who was talking off his helmet and panting with exhaustion. Although he was still a mighty warrior and an even mightier lover, he was not as young as he used to be. 

"We have to keep going," Rhys gasped. "We have to get to the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel before he does. Otherwise . . . otherwise," the knight struggled to stay on his feet, falling to one knee. He had been travelling for many days in full armor and without a steed, and that effort was taking its toll on him.

"We can chase after Graf in the morning," Nadia said, pressing her naked body against the knight's armored chest. "We'll just be marching to our deaths in this state. Let's look for a spot to make camp, alright?" Her green eyes sparkled as she looked up into his handsome, rugged face, and she kissed him gently on the lips. 

Liana didn't seem to like that. She scooted her slender body between Rhys and Nadia's heaving breasts, even bumping her hip into Nadia to push her away.

"This criminal is right Sir Rhys," Liana cooed, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "Why don't we rest for the night? I hear running water nearby. I can help you out of all this armor and we can take a bath together. Won't that feel nice after travelling for so long?"

Liana was wiggling her tight little ass like a horny dancer grinding against a pole for the first time, and Rhys grunted as he tried to suppress his arousal. Nadia could only imagine how much his cock must hurt, no doubt swelling to a thick ten inches of length with so little room in that armored codpiece of his. Rhys looked to Nadia with a look of distress, and there was a clear understanding between them. Rhys wanted to fuck this little tart, he wanted to put her pussy down so hard she wouldn't be able to get up again for days, but if he did that than they'd be short one fighter, and it was obvious that they were going to need everything they could get to fight Graf.

"Liana, sweetie-pie, why don't we let Rhys rest alone? I'll go take a bath with you," Nadia said, wrapping her arms around Liana's slender waist and gently tugging her away from Rhys.

"What?" Liana whined. "But I don't want to be alone with you , you-GUMPH!" Liana choked as Nadia inserted a finger into the girl's mouth.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. Hush now little baby," Nadia said in the absolute most condescending tone she could possibly manage. "Let's get you out of this slutty little outfit of yours and dunk you in some cold water. I think you need it." No doubt, Nadia thought. The heat coming from between Liana's legs was enough to melt a stick of butter. 

Nadia led Liana towards the sound of the water, strongly gripping the young woman's tight buttocks with one hand. She turned around and gave Rhys a suggestive little wink, her saucy body language very clearly saying "Have fun masturbating, stud." Rhys grimaced back. He was already unbuckling his armor to free his turgid cock and flog himself into a state of relief, and he swore to himself that once the amulet was safe and Graf was dealt with, that he was going to fuck those two sluts so hard he'd put them into comas.

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As luck would have it the sound of water led them not to a cold, trickling stream of ice-melt, but instead rewarded them with a steamy, bubbling hot-spring. Nadia gasped and charged forward with such enthusiasm that she actually knocked Liana over, the poor girl landing in a pile of mud. Liana whined about something but Nadia wasn't listening, she was too busy lowering her naked, dirty, sweat-stained body into the soothing waters of the hot-spring, immediately feeling all of her tension melting away.

Liana continued to whine to herself, mumbling about Rhys and Nadia and Zombies, as she shimmied out of her skimpy armor, letting the tiny mithril plates that covered her vulva and nipples slip off. Nadia looked the girl over with a slightly jealous sneer, unable to deny what a fresh little peach she was. Liana's body was spotless and smooth, her skin stretched tight over her slender but toned musculature, and her breasts although small were so perky that the nipples looked ready to jump off. And when Nadia saw the Wyvern-Knight's hairless little pussy her mouth watered. Soft, smooth, and as pink as a piece of candy, it looked too good not to eat. No doubt that tight little sugar-pouch was going to look a lot different once Rhys's fat cock was done with it.

Liana whimpered as she slipped into the hot water, her sensitive skin prickling with goose-bumps before relaxing. There wasn't much room in the pool, and so the two women found themselves practically sitting on top of one another, Liana's golden head resting between Nadia's heaving breasts. Although they were like two ornery bitches fighting over the same bone, for a good while the two beauties were content to just relax and soak, and when the heat of the water began to arouse them Nadia moved her hands over Liana's small breasts and began to massage them, which Liana did not protest despite some restless wiggling. Nadia almost unconsciously let her hands glide lower and lower down Liana's toned stomach, until one hand was cupping the girl's hairless pussy and the other was caressing her own.

Liana let out a soft moan and stiffened in Nadia's grasp. "I . . . I'm going to let Rhys take my virginity tonight," she gasped with relief, her shoulders softening from the joy of finally saying it out loud. The sexual tension that had been building in her body for days had been driving her insane, and although she instinctually understood that only a proper fucking would relieve her pain, she hadn't really admitted it until just now. 

Nadia sneered, and started to graze her thumb over Liana's small clit. "Sweetie, do you really think now is the best time for that? The fate of the entire world possibly hangs in the balance of our quest. I'm sure your cherry can wait a few more days."

"No . . . no," Liana sighed dreamily, gently grinding her pussy against Nadia's hand. "I can't wait. What if we're killed, what if we fail? I'm not going to die a virgin. I'm going to crawl into Rhys tent tonight and give myself to him. He won't turn me away. I've seen the way he looks at me. I hear him flogging that big stick of his at night, and I know it's because of me. Poor stud. I'm going to end both of our suffering tonight."

Nadia groaned. She had to talk the little skank out of this somehow. "Honey . . . why don't you let me relieve you? No one knows the secrets of a woman's body like another woman," she said, picking up the pace of her teasing; now gliding her entire palm over Liana's swelling vaginal lips.

Liana moaned and leaned back, pushing her body against Nadia's, but then she pushed Nadia's hands away. She leaned back and gave Nadia a soft kiss, and then emerged from the steaming bath, her body glistening like a stature made of polished copper.

"No. I'm going to Rhys's tent right now and ending this," Liana said, strutting through the fading light with a confident sense of certainty. She picked up the small pieces of her armor but did not put them on, choosing to return camp naked and wafting with steam. 

Nadia bit the tip of her thumb to stop from screaming. There had to be some way of stopping this little slut from ruining everything, and it wasn't just the quest Nadia was worried about. She had never been jealous before when Rhys took some other woman to bed, mostly because Nadia took plenty to bed herself, but when she was with Rhys she wanted it to just be the two of them. They were lovers, they were equals, and every other bitch involved was just a fun little toy for the night, meant to be played with, broken, and then thrown away. It seemed that Liana was becoming something of a pupil for Rhys, and if he popped her cherry there was no doubt in Nadia's mind that they would begin a serious, personal, and deeply sexual relationship with one another.

There had to be something she could do . . . and there was. Nadia snapped her fingers and laughed wickedly to herself.

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Liana was just around the bend from camp, where Rhys and that big cock of his were waiting. She could faintly hear him masturbating; strong, masculine grunts echoing in the cannon along with the sound of a heavy piece of wood being vigorously polished. Liana licked her lips and giggled a little. She knew Rhys was about to get something a lot more satisfying than a gruff climax provoked from self-flagellation.

"Oh Liana," a mocking voice came from being. "I think I've found someone even more suited to pop that little pink cherry of yours." 

Liana groaned and turned around, not at all surprised to see Nadia standing there naked and with a saucy pose at the other end of the crevice, except there was the most disturbing and sadistic smile on her face as well. And then Liana saw what was behind Nadia. Gallant!

Her wyvern was treading forward on its furled wings and bow-legs, slithering slightly across the rocky ground like a giant crocodile. There was something wrong with him though. His eyes which were usually dark green were now milky and opaque. He was breathing heavily, and his heavy tongue dangled from his fang-filled maw, slathered with copious aments of sticky saliva. Then he reared up, and Liana saw the most horrifying thing of all: Gallant's erect penis. Her wyvern had always been mightily hung, like a champion horse, but she had never seen her beast this aroused. Three feet of bulging, pulsing flesh protruded from the beast's groin, the leathery foreskin pulled so far back that it looked ready to snap. 

"Gallant . . . Gallant!" Liana cried. "What's wrong? What did you do to him, you bitch!" Liana yelled at Nadia, instinctually reaching for her spear, but she had left it at camp. She gasped realizing that she was naked as well, and without her armor she'd have no protection from Nadia's magic. 

"Oh, I just let all of his sexual tension out," Nadia snickered. " A little hypnotism and any living thing can become a horny fuck-freak. I figured why should you be the only one to have fun tonight, slut?"

Liana quickly tried to slip her armor back on, but Nadia was so much faster than her. The sorceress snapped her fingers and Liana felt her body being lifted into the air, only to be slammed back into the ground. Liana barked in pain as her she let go of her armor. Although there were tears in her eyes she looked up to see Nadia squatting above her, the witch's wet pussy hovering not far about her face. 

"Don't fight it sweetie. I know you want this," Nadia snickered, leaning down and forcing a humiliating, tongue-filled kiss onto the slender knight. Liana wanted to bite down but she was too stunned, and before she could react Nadia pulled away with a wet 'smack' and then spat their mixed saliva across Liana's face. 

Nadia stood back up and grabbed Liana's golden hair, dragging her up into a standing position, only to then violently throw her against a waist-high mound of grassy earth, the knight's pristine breasts sinking into the mud while her perky buttocks rose above her head. It was in this compromising position that Nadia held her, pushing down against Liana's back while roughly exploring between the knight's legs with her other hand. Nadia cupped Liana's vagina again and squeezed it, provoking forth a gush of juice as if she were squeezing an orange. Nadia brought her wet fingers up to her lips and licked them, sucking the sweet sex from her fingers with relish.

"Mmmm," Nadia hummed. My, aren't you delicious, and so wet. Good thing too, because I don't think all the lube and grease in the world could prepare a woman for a monster like that," she said referring to Gallant's three feet of gut-busting brutality, "so you're probably going to need all the help you can get."

Liana looked over her shoulder with big, tear-filled blue eyes and saw that Gallant was now looming over them both, his furled wings propping against the crevice wall, his battering-ram of a dick hanging above her naked body. A single drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his urethra and fell onto Liana's back, and she gasped at how hot it was, her skin almost scorching from the sexual fluid. 

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Liana cried, looking up into Nadia's sadistic face in desperate terror.

"You mean other than the fact that I'm a total bitch?" Nadia snickered. "Well there is one other reason," she said, grabbing a handful of Liana's hair and then slamming her face-first into the muddy grass. "Because . . . Rhys . . . is . . . MINE!!"

Nadia grabbed Liana's wrists and plunged them deep into the mud, using her magic to bury them half-way up to her elbows, and then hardening the earth around her so that it became less like mud and more like hard, sucking clay. Nadia slipped free easily though, but Liana was left bound to the earth with her ass up and legs kicked wide up, leaving her juicy pink cherry defenseless.

Nadia crawled on tip of Liana's back and leaned down, shoving her mouth against Liana's pussy and taking long, hard licks with her devilish tongue, provoking a further flood of juice from the slender girl. She then leaned back up and took a hold of Gallant mammoth cock, the helmet of which nearly as big as a cantaloupe. The meat was so thick and stiff that it really did feel like she was holding a piece of wood, but she stroked it anyway and kissed the tip, running tongue along the long cum-slit, and scooping a small dollop of wyvern pre-cum into her mouth. It was hot, very hot, but strangely tasty. She didn't swallow it though, instead preferring to turn around and spit it out across the back of Liana's head, soaking her hair with the sticky spunk. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 08



Nadia pulled the wyvern's cock down, straining with all her might to guide the hypnotized beast to the exact spot she wanted him, and she pulled the fat head against the ludicrously undersized opening of Liana's precious virginity. Instincts took over then, and Gallant bucked forward, but his cock was too thick to penetrate and all he accomplished was slamming Liana further into the mud. He bucked again, and then time Nadia heard the sound of feminine muscles stretching, expanding, and maybe even breaking. 

"Oh shit," Liana cried. "Rhys! RHYS!! Help me!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the rocks, and then suddenly bouncing back. 

"Sorry bitch," Nadia laughed, "but I summoned a wall of silence between you and the camp. Rhys won't be able to hear you, but you'll be able to hear us."

Liana looked up with a broken face of betrayal.

"That's right, you flat-chested joke. I'm going to go fuck Rhys and drain all that stubborn spunk he has been building up for the last few weeks looking at your tiny little ass. I'm going to make him forget all about you, and then he and I will stop Graf together. But hey . . . at least you won't be a virgin anymore."

Nadia laughed and slipped off of Liana's body, slapping the girl across the back of the head as a final gesture of contempt. The magic that had been holding Gallant back was now slipping away, and Nadia did nothing to restore it. Restraining a beast was hard, unnatural even, but letting the beast loose was easy, and fun. Nadia snapped her fingers and something with Gallant's brain snapped along with it, his body suddenly saturating with sexual hormones and adrenaline. He roared, his voice so deep Nadia could feel it vibrating in her chest, and then he began to buck, grind and slam, working the preposterous head of his cock into Liana's tight pussy.

"Shit . . . shit no . . . oh fu-fu-FFFUUUUUUUCK!!" Liana screamed, her big blues eye bulging and gushing with tears. There was a wet popping sound, like a bunch of grapes being hit with a hammer, and a small trickle of pinkish blood dripped from Liana's pussy.

"AAAAAGGHHH!!" screamed Liana, a virgin no longer.

Gallant thrusting became slower, but more focused, and with every small gyration he dug himself a couple inches deeper, until an entire foot of cook was buried within the slender knight's toned body, and once it got that deep it would go no deeper. Still Gallant continued to thrust, and Liana's mind went vacant from the overwhelming sensation of being penetrating so deeply and so powerfully. Her body lapsed between moments of stiffening and relaxing, and when a steady trickle of cum started to leak from her broken pussy Nadia knew her work was done. 

Strutting back into camp, Nadia came to Rhys's tent, from which the sounds of a mine desperately trying to achieve orgasm were emanating. Silly Rhys. As godly of a lover he was, he was a complete ignoramus at masturbation, and usually only ended up getting himself hornier and hornier without any chance of release. That's what happened to studs that got actual sex from such a young age. Nadia giggled a little as she slipped into his tent, took a hold of his cock, and took control. 

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Nadia and Rhys fucked like two gods battling for dominance, and they went at it for hours. No words were spoken from the moment the auburn-haired sorceress slithered in way into his tent and took a hold of his massive cock into her talented hands and mouth, no words were needed. Just as Nadia had predicted, Rhys had beat himself into an iron-hard state, his cock engorged to nearly a foot and as thick around as one of her ankles, the thick skin pulsing with veins and his heavy balls inflating with the need for release. At first he had wanted to ask about Liana, but the moment Nadai wrapped her warm breasts around the thick base of his cock and sucked down the bulbous head like a piece of candy all thoughts of the world outside the tent were banished from Rhys's mind.

Never submissive though, Rhys eventually grew bored being serviced. He grabbed Nadia by her hair and flung her to the ground, plunged his thumb into her anus and lifted her ass so high up off the ground she was almost standing on her forehead, and in that position he sunk his cock into her sobbing flower until his balls were battering against her clit. Nadia squealed in delight as Rhys fucked her with violent power, the sound of his cock pulverizing her cunt like something one would expect would come from an inquisitor's torture chamber rather than sex. 

Grabbing her tits he lifted her up and took a wide stance, fucking her in a standing position while her legs flailed off of the ground, slipping helplessly against his rock-hard thighs. Nadia had her first explosive orgasm in that position, and her cum burst from her assaulted cunt like a broken water-faucet.

"Stupid bitch," Rhys grunted, pulling her hair to snarl dominantly in her gasping, smiling face. "You're getting my tent wet. I guess I'll just have to fuck you outside, like the animal you are."

Rhys slung her over his shoulder and strode out of the tent, his mighty cock waving in front of his body like a heavy club. In the middle of the crevice was a soft patch of ground covered in fresh grass and with barely any mud. Rhys came to it and unceremoniously dumped Nadia onto the ground there, her body landing with a thud and her breasts jiggling from the impact. She was smiling drunkenly as she struggled on her knees, but she wasn't going fast enough, so Rhys grabbed her hair again and then slammed her mouth onto his cock, plunging its full length done her throat until his balls were slapping against her chin. She choked and gagged from the sudden skull-fucking, but Rhys held her tight and just let her spit and slobber over his shaft while her cheeks started to turn blue. 

He pulled her off, the head of his cock coming free with a loud 'POP' and a small explosion of spit that drenched Nadia's breasts. He pushed her down and mounted her, smothering her with a hot kiss while he prepared for entry, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved his head down to her breasts, and began to suck them as he entered her, fucking her in a simple but satisfying missionary position. 

Nadia leaned back and moaned, looking up into the broken face of Liana, whose comatose state was shaken slightly by the sight of the man she was so infatuated with fucking the woman she so hated. They were only about a yard apart, but the wall of silence Nadia had summoned stopped any of Gallant's roars or brutal, pussy-breaking thrusts from being heard, and it would keep Rhys from seeing Liana in her defeated state. Nadia knew full well though that Liana could hear them both just fine, and so when she climaxed again she made sure to scream Rhys's name so loud the gods could hear. 

Rhys finally came not long after, roaring mightier than even Gallant could as he filled Nadia's pussy with a week's worth of back-up tension, his cock gushing so much that he had to pull out and grab it with both hands, directing the rapid stream over Nadia's breasts and face, who moaned happily as she rubbed it into her skin. 

Gallant came at the same time, his orgasm so explosive that it erupted from Liana's pussy like a flood of rotten milk, a sticky wave of it splashing across her back. One last spark of sanity was lit in her big blue eyes, and she screamed, but Rhys heard nothing, and Nadia only giggled. Liana's eyes went dull and rolled back, and she collapsed into the mud, unconscious. 

Rhys collapsed next to Nadia, his muscled body twitching like an exhausted warhorse, and only after a full hour of rest and post-coitus cuddling with Nadia did he manage to ask ". . . where is Liana?" 

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"Nadia . . . fuck you," Rhys grumbled as he looked over the sloppy, sticky travesty that was Liana. The sun was just coming up, and its warm yellow light sparkled over the thick glaze of dried wyvern-cum that still plastered her hair and lower back. Her pussy was so wide Nadia could have slipped her fist into it, but she was clean. Pussy-pocket was kneeling between the Wyvern-Knight's legs and licking at the loosened folds with enthusiasm.

"Wow," Pussy exclaimed, turning around while licking her lips. "Who knew that wyvern semen was so tasty? I could eat this va-jay-jay all day!"

Rhys grabbed Pussy by the nape of her neck and flung her away. She landed on her feet (as cats are inclined to do) hissed, and then darted off.

Rhys refused to look at Nadia, instead continuing to gaze down at the gaping hole that had once been Liana's pink cherry, and at the comatose young woman who had been such a powerful warrior. Nadia kept trying to laugh it off and wrap her arms around Rhys, but he pushed her away. He couldn't be that mad, Nadia hoped. She did this kind of thing all the time. Rhys was supposed to love that sadistic mischievousness of hers; it was one of her best qualities.

"Rhys?" Nadia asked, sounding almost a little whiney. "You can't really be that mad . . . can you?"

"I am," he grumbled, still not looking at her. "I'm mad because of just how fucking selfish you are, how evil you are. I'm mad that we wasted an entire night playing games while the necromancer is probably already at the Necropolis, and now the entire world will have to deal with another existential threat, all because you couldn't go without one night without fucking everyone over."

Nadia felt a little bad (not really), but all she really cared about was keeping Rhys. The rest of the world was on its own. "So . . . you're not mad about the whole . . . you know . . . hypnotizing her own wyvern to fuck her brains out thing . . . are you?" 

Rhys's shoulders slumped and he looked up at the sky. "Yeah . . . and I'm angry at myself for being such a pussy-hound that the only thing I've cared about for the last few weeks was popping this girl's cherry. I've wanted to fuck this little minx since the moment her mother first introduced us, but that might have been awkward, seeing as how I was already banging her mom while her father was out travelling. Still . . . I was saving her . . . she was going to be a treat."

This time when Nadia approached he didn't push her away, and she hugged him. He wasn't in his full armor yet, just a long shirt and breeches, which she quickly sunk her hand into and took a firm grip of his big cock, which even soft was a hefty six inches of plump meat. It only took a few strokes to pump him back to full mast, and although it wasn't the raging phallus it had been the night before, it was still enough to knock the daylights out of any woman who wasn't ready for it. 

"Well, you know," Nadia whispered into his ear, "she does have one virgin hole left."

Nadia giggled and glided her body across Rhys's, climbing on top of Liana's body as she had the night before, her large butt firmly planted on the girl's slender back. Nadia smiled wickedly as she took two firm handfuls of the girl's tight buttocks and pried them open, revealing a tight little hole that had never been touched by any man, woman, or toy before, and from the looks of how perfectly clean it was, maybe it had never been touched by shit either. 

Nadia spat onto Liana's anus and leaned down, working her tongue around the impossibly tight little hole, trying to lube it up for Rhys, but even her serpentine tongue was having trouble wiggling its way in. Nadia lifted up one hand and gave Liana a sharp spank, hoping the stimulation would loosen her up a bit. 

Rhys was enjoying what he was seeing. His pants were already down around her ankles and he held his cock in both hands like he did with his bastard-sword. Nadia egged him forward and took a hold of his cock as well, one hand stroking the shaft while the other squeezed his heavy balls. She popped the helmet into her mouth and gave it a quick and sloppy blowjob, certain to work as much slobber over it as she could.

"Uh . . . uh . . . Rhys?" a pathetic little voice cried out. 

Nadia looked back to see that Liana was regaining consciousness, her pretty face stained with tears and matted with sticky semen-soaked hair. Even though she looked like a shitty hot mess, Lianna had the natural beauty and effervescent youth to make even that look attractive.

"Rhys . . . are you here to save me?" Liana asked with a stupid shred of hope on her face.

Rhys took a firm grip of her left ass-cheek and pried it open, shoving his thumb against her anus to break it open and guide his bulbous cockhead inside. "No," he said gruffly. "Not exactly, kid."

Liana had enough time to gasp before Rhys plunged in, forcing all ten inches of his cock up her virgin rectum, her body once again stretching to accommodate such a large and powerful invader. The first four or five inches sunk in quickly, but as the lube ran out every inch after that as a struggle, but Rhys wasn't a quitter, and Liana wasn't going anywhere.

"AH!" Liana cried, once again pushed to edge of sanity. "Oh shit . . . fuck . . . oh fuck IT HURTS!" 

Nadia felt Liana stiffening beneath her, and the sorceress began to slide her vagina back and forth against the girl's spine, pleasuring herself while Rhys worked in the last few inches of his massive shaft. Sensing his trouble, Nadia leaned down and began to spit onto Liana's asshole, working the saliva with her fingers along the rest of Rhys's shaft, lubing it up as much as possible. Rhys grunted with impatience, and her grabbed one of Nadia's large breasts just to toss her aside.

"Hey!" Nadia whined as she rolled to the ground, but the sight of Rhys's flexing buttocks was enough to sedate her, and she quickly kneeled behind him and dove forward, running her tongue along the underside of his balls. Even if this subservient position she chuckled dominantly, knowing her oral prying was provoking Rhys to fuck Liana's tight little ass all the harder. 

"Oh gods . . . Rhys . . . please, ouch, please," Liana whimpered, her breath becoming huskier and deeper. "So . . . so fucking thick . . . so . . . mmmmm."

Rhys held Liana by her slender waist, but he reached up and yanked on her ruined golden hair, making her yelp like a little bitch. Her asshole was now stretched around the thickest part of his cock, right at the base near the balls, and Rhys was ready to start pumping. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Rhys's fat cock slid in and out of the tight little hole with wet friction, every thrust back in hitting her so hard that his balls would slap against her clit, and his iron-hard abs would spank her buttocks. On every thrust he'd pull her hair as well, forcing her slender body to back up into the impact, causing the wide helmet of his weapon to strike at her deepest recesses.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh," Liana grunted. "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . .," but it wasn't pain in her voice anymore. "FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Her body wiggled and then stiffened, he vaginal flower suddenly retracting, and then exploding with a wave of watery girl-cum, all of it splashing across Rhys's legs and Nadia's breasts. Liana's squirt lasted a few seconds, but the orgasm that followed seem to last for minutes as Rhys continued to pound her, no doubt striking her g-spot from the other end.

"OH GODS, RHYS! YES! SAVE ME!" Liana screamed joyously, straining to look over her shoulder and see the champion who was so thoroughly fucking the shit out of her. Liana's blue eyes were half-lidded and sparkling, her pink tongue was wiggling out from her candied lips, and every inch of her body wiggling with excitement.

Nadia felt that this was as good a time as any to end it. She gripped both of Rhys's apricot-sized testicles in one hand and squeezed, while probing his anus with her middle finger from the other. Peeking in, she found his prostate and began to jab it at, all the while squeezing his balls. 

"AAAGGH!" Rhys screamed, pulling Liana back for one last brutal slam, his already thick cock expanding to an even greater girth as it filled with a sudden gush of semen. When it splashed inside of Liana she squalled like a little girl, her back arching up so high her spine looked ready to snap, and the look on her face gave the impression that her mind had broken again as well. 

The tight confines of her anus did not offer enough room for Rhys's massive nut, so he pulled out, unsheathing his ten inches of cock so fast that he nearly tore Liana inside-out in the process, and his hard buttocks smacked Nadia in the face, throwing to the ground in a daze.

Rhys pulled on Liana's hair so hard that the magic binding her wrists into the mud actually broke, and her body came up with an explosion of wet earth. Rhys spun her around, forcing her to kneel in front of his erupting geyser, and he ejaculated the last of his gushing orgasm onto her face, nearly filling her mouth in the process. She managed to swallow a little, but she was so tired and weakened from the two bouts against massive dicks that she was now barely conscious. With a sleepy, semi-retarded look on her face she kissed the underside of Rhys's cock, and then slipped to the ground insensible.

Rhys stood like an angry god over the two senseless women, their naked bodies panting in the dirt, his massive cock finally deflating from its engorged rage, and he sighed.

"Wonderful . . . the whole world is coming to an end because I couldn't keep it in my pants."

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"There it is," Rhys said mostly to himself, "the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel."

At the top of the mountain rage was a great crater many miles across, and within its lush micro-ecosystem had once been the Duchy of Nippel, a small but vibrant community. But that was many generations ago and now the wilderness and retaken all of the churches and small cottages, turning the buildings into triangular tuffs of grass and vines. Nature had conquered everything here, everything except for one massive structure. Rising like a jagged black crown over the rest of the duchy was a tall, spindly castle, black and lifeless, where not even a blade of grass dared approach.

There was movement around the castle though, a seething ocean of living death. Zombies, thousands (maybe even tens of thousands) of them, all shambling around the castle's every corner, and above the castle's many spires and tall windows floated the twisted shapes of gargoyles and vultures. 

"Damn it," Rhys groaned. "Graf is already inside. He may even already have the other half of the amulet."

"Uh . . . wha-," Nadia groaned, just now regaining consciousness. 

Rhys had propped both her and Liana together onto Gallant's saddle after washing and redressing them, putting one of his own shirts over Nadia's naked body. Although he had considered it a great waste of time he had even shampooed Liana's hair to get all the wyvern semen out. Liana was still knocked out, but Nadia's blow to the head from Rhys's rock-hard ass had been only enough to disable her for about an hour.

As Nadia realized where she was she squeaked a bit, noticing an unconscious Liana leaned against her, and a rather unhappy wyvern directly beneath her. Gallant rumbled, and Nadia practically skipped off of him and ran to Rhys's side. As she did so a black shadow slithered its way back up from the duchy below. The shadow took the form of Pussy as a lithe, naked young woman.

"There's no way inside," Pussy hissed. "Every doorway has a mile of zombies blocking it, and every window is guarded by a gargoyle. I found some underground tunnels, but they're stuffed with zombies as well." 

"Then we've lost," Rhys said, holding his face in his armored hands. "It would take a hundred armies to cleave through all those zombies."

Nadia took his arm. "What if we rode Gallant over the building and I blasted a hole in the roof?"

"Gallant won't fly unless Liana commands him, and she's . . .," (way too fucked to even walk) Rhys thought. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 08



Nadia bit her lip and looked around. There had to be something they could do . . . and there was. Her green eyes lingered on Liana's silver-mithril spear, the once she could summon with a wave of her hand.

"I have an idea," Nadia said. "But you are going to have to trust me."

Rhys gave her a cynical look that clearly said 'I don't trust you,' but he was desperate. He nodded.

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Graf stood over the tomb of Natalia von Nippel, chanting, reciting, casting, conjuring, summoning, mystifying, and doing just about every damn thing he Nadia had ever taught him to do, but not of it was working. The Countess's massive sarcophagus was made of some shiny black material, like obsidian but heavier, and after hours of his zombies banging away at it with pickaxes and spades they hadn't even managed to put a dent in it. The solution had to be magical, but nothing he did seemed to have an effect either. 

(Here . . . here . . . the other half of the amulet is here) the voices in his head kept whispering, the ones he had started hearing the moment he had stolen the amulet from Nadia, that evil bitch. (Restore the amulet . . . combine the halves . . . and you shall be . . . rewarded).

Graf sighed and hopped down from the sarcophagus. Picking through a paper bag he had brought with him for lunch, he took out a small sandwich and decided to take a short break. He was certain he had all the time in the world. It wasn't as if anyone could make it past all the zombies he had collected. 

(Hey! Get back to work!) The voices in Graf's head told him.

"I will when I'm done eating," he mumbled in response, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Master," a new voice said. "Master we have found something . . . master . . . found something . . . found something." One of Graf's money zombies came shambling in, its disgusting face oozing with puss and worms. It was followed by several other zombies dragging something behind them.

"What is it?" Graf asked, hoping it wasn't other dead horse or something stupid. The zombies would occasionally bring him things to resurrect, and a few of them had gotten it into their heads that if a zombie could ride a zombie horse, then they would essentially become a zombie-knight, or something like that. 

"Girl, master . . . pretty, pretty girl," the zombie croaked. 

The zombie was right. The girl they were dragging in was beautiful. Flawless white skin, slender waist, toned musculature, a cute ass and a pair of small but incredibly perky tits. Her face was perfect with pixie-like nose and high cheekbones, not to mention a pair of sparkling pink lips like two pierces of wet candy. Her flowing blonde hair was golden yellow, even in this massive dark hall of the Necropolis. She was naked, except for some rages wrapped around her waist, and although she clearly wasn't a virgin (in fact it looked like she had recently been gang-raped by a couple of horses) her hairless pussy aroused Graf none the less.

"Will you kill her master?" The zombie asked. "Kill her and make her one of us . . . one of us . . . one of us."

(Yes . . . kill her now) the voices agreed.

"NO!" Graf screamed. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever come across since Nadia herself, but whereas Nadia had turned out to be a complete bitch, this girl looked softer, gentler, more understanding. She might even be grateful to Graf for 'saving' her . . . from the zombies . . . which were his to begin with . . . but still. She might be willing to become his girlfriend even.

"Leave her with me," Graf ordered to his, shooing them away with a wave of his hand.

The zombies stubbornly shambled out, leaving their master with the unconscious girl.

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"Where . . . where am I?" Liana mumbled weakly, struggling onto her elbows. Last thing she remembered was Rhys holding her by her hair, pulling her face around so he could ejaculate into her mouth. She licked her lips but the taste was gone, and the salty smell of sex had been washed from her body. Her loins still hurt, a lot, but the dull ache left by Rhys was strangely satisfying, and she wanted more of it. 

"You're in the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel," the voice of a young man told her. "I save you . . . from the zombies . . . yep!"

Liana's heart nearly stopped as she turned around, certain she was about to be confronted with the imposing from of an ancient and powerful necromancer, but instead all she saw was a young man no older than her (and slightly shorter actually) wearing a black cloak. The hood of the cloak was down, revealing an adorable feminine face with big blue eyes and a shaggy head of spiky black hair. Around the young man's neck was half of a broken amulet, bearing an elegantly fashioned succubus wielding a sword? 

If Liana was smart she would have kept her mouth shut then, but she wasn't terribly smart, and she was still very dazed and confused. "Where's Rhys . . . where's Gallant?"

"Who are they? Your boyfriends," Graf grumbled sourly. 

"And where's Nadia?"

Graf's eyes went big. "Nadia! Nadia Méchant!" He reached into his robes and put his hand on the grip of a dagger in his belt, not that Liana could see. "Are you friends with Nadia Méchant?"

If Liana had said 'yes' Graf would have slit her throat. Luckily she answered honestly. 

"No! I hate Nadia! She's evil! She . . . she raped me! I'd like to see her finally get what's coming to her, the fat bitch!"

Graf breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his dagger. "Well, if you're an enemy of Nadia Méchant than we can be friends," he said putting on hand on her thigh, gently groping her. "Good friends."

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Meanwhile, on the crater's edge above the Necropolis, Nadia, Rhys, and Pussy were all holding on to each other while sitting on top of Gallant's saddle. There wasn't much room, so Pussy had to stay in her kitten form, and No matter how Nadia wiggled, her cunt was always being pressed against the hard edge of the leather saddle. Gallent continted to rumble and groan underneath them, but he was too well trained to buck them off. Unfortuntly, he was too well trained to fly without Liana's express orders either.

"What are we doing up here Nadia?" Rhys complained. "And why the fuck did you drop Liana where those zombies could find her?"

"Trust me, stud," Nadia said, keeping an eye on Liana's magical spear. "Trust me."

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Liana stiffened awkwardly when Graf forced a kiss on her, his petite body climbing on top of hers.

"What are you doing?" Liana yelled, pushing the little guy away, although his hands continued to grope her small breasts.

Graf's girlish face looked betrayed. "I just thought . . . that you know . . . since we both hate Nadia . . . and I did save your life . . . that you'd just want to . . . you know . . ."

"What?" Liana couldn't stop herself from snickering. "Have sex?"

"Well," Graf looked close to crying. "Yeah."

Liana's candied lips quivered with suppressed laughter. Her . . . fuck him? Ridiculous! It wasn't that Graf wasn't attractive; he was, but only in a 'cute' sort of way. Graf was about as cute as her little sister was, and she didn't want to fuck her little sister anymore than she wanted to fuck Graf. Liana liked men, strong me, rugged men, men who stank of hard work and aftershave, men who had muscle and scars and body-hair. Graf only had about 1/10th of the manhood necessary to get Liana's pussy wet, and that still only made him about 1/100th of the man that Rhys was.

"Look, kid," Liana said to Graf, even though they were the same age, "I may hate Nadia, but I'm not interested in hooking up with you, but-" (but I am interested in getting that amulet away from you, then Rhys will love me for sure) she thought. "But how about you show me what you got?" she said with a sly, sexual smile on her face.

"You mean-"

"Let's get naked, baby," Liana said, trying to sound genuine. 

Liana tore away the rags around her waist, and then leaned against Natalia von Nippel's sarcophagus with her ass popped out, looking like every boy's paragon of the perfect girl. She giggled insincerely and wiggled her ass, which nearly caused Graf to pop his nut right there.

With clumsy excitement, the petite young man shuffled out of his black robes, undid he belt, and emerged as naked as the day he was born, except the amulet, Liana noticed. He didn't take the amulet off. 

Liana looked his body over and couldn't decide if she should laugh or cry. Like his face his body was cute, but Liana didn't think that cute was sexy. His chest was flat and hairless, his limbs smooth and without definition, and most pitiful of all was the three inches of erect pee-pee sticking up from a little pink sack that didn't deserve the title of 'scrotum.'

"Um . . . well . . . come and get it," Liana said, faking a smile.

Graf practically jumped her and popped one of her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking more like a baby than a dominant lover, the way Rhys did, and Graf was humping her leg like a horny puppy. Liana reached down and grabbed his ass, which was surprisingly plump, and held him close. Her other hand glided up his back toward the amulet.

"Suck my cock!" Graf yelled excitedly, pulling her hair and forcing her to her knees.

Liana groaned when face with the little pink acorn, but she put it onto her mouth and sucked on it anyway, much to Graf's delight, although for her it was more like chewing a flavorless piece of rubber than sucking an actual cock . . . like Rhys's.

Liana was only about this 'blowjob' for a minute before Graf whimpered and wiggled out of her mouth.

"I'm . . . I'm close to cumming," he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

"Already?" Liana gasped in disgust and surprise. Rhys gave her three multiple orgasms before he had finished. Graf hadn't even stimulated her. 

She stood up and Graf pushed her onto the sarcophagus, her legs flying wide open, revealing the very loosened folds of her once tight pink flower. Graf plunged in, all three inches of his pee-pee popping in without any resistance, so much so that Liana barely even felt him. For Graf though, the sensation of her silky soft insides and warm, wet embrace was too much, and her began to immediately spurt out a watery climax of insubstantial cum. 

"That . . . that was amazing," Graf said, blushing.

"Fuck this," Liana groaned, grabbing for the amulet. Her hand closed around it and she was ready to just rip it off of his neck, but a bolt of fiery energy jolted through her body, shocking her and knocking her back.

(She's after the amulet, you fool! Destroy her!) the voices screamed.

Graf was panting in fear in betrayal, but also in pain, for much of the dark energy that had attacked Liana had also jolted through his own body as well. 

Graf began to chant a spell, his eyes glazed over with an oily black sheen, and infernal red fire began to grow in his open palms. He was going to strike the life out of Liana, stopping her heart cold with a single spell, but leaving her body untouched. She was going to be his very special, very personal zombie.

But Liana had her own trick. Raising her hand in the air she yelled "RETURN!" and there was a boom of thunder in the sky above so great that the windows in the Necropolis rattled. The dark stained windows flashed with light, and the screams of several gargoyles could be heard as they were impaled by a flying spear.

Liana's mithril spear blasted through the ceiling above with such power that it left a gaping hole large enough for a wyvern to fit through, and when the silver-flashing weapon came into her grasp its magical blade struck the sarcophagus's lid with the power of a lightning-bolt, cracking it, and allowing it to fall open.

Liana looked inside the tomb and screamed.

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Liana's scream echoed all the way up through the Necropolis and out into the air, for enough for Gallant to hear. With a sudden flap of its bat-like wings the wyvern roared into the air, taking Nadia, Rhys, and Pussy-pocket with it. The zombie horde below saw what was happening, but there was little they could do but snarl and hiss in all their thousands, and there were too few gargoyles to offer any real resistance. Those that got close were either ripped apart by Gallant's teeth, blasted out of the sky by Nadia's magic, and the unlucky few that got closer than that were decapitated by Rhys's sword.

Seeing the gaping hole in the roof of the Necropolis, Gallant furled its wings and dove in to save his mistress, caring little whether or not the three strangers riding him would survive the decent. 

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Gallant landed hard, sending Nadia and Rhys rolling to the hard floor where the landed uncomfortably, but alive. Gallant smelled new meat, and he turned on Graf (who was naked and shivering) and roared. Graf shrunk back like a coward and tried to push himself into a small niche in the wall.

"That's the necromancer?" Rhys asked, sounding incredulous but unsheathing his bastard-sword all the same.

"Well, that's Graf," Nadia shrugged, dismissing her former student as she always had before. "But hold on, his amulet his missing!"

"She took it!" Graf screamed, pointing to what looked like a shattered sarcophagus. "She's got the full amulet!" 

Gallant instinctually stepped back, and behind him Rhys and Nadia saw Liana, standing there naked, with her spear in one hand and the amulet in another, both of its halves magical reformed into a single whole. There was an uncanny wind blowing about her body, and her golden blonde hair seemed to be tinged a shade of red, and her eyes (once blue) were now glowing like two rubies set aflame. 

"I live again!" Liana roared in a voice that was not her own. "My spirit has found a new vessel, and this pathetic pawn has provided me with an army of the undead. Today, my war begins again. Today, the reign of Natalia von Nippel begins anew."

"Oh shit," Nadia gasped.

The sound of wood snapping and iron hinges breaking alerted her that the zombies were coming, and within seconds the room began to swell with them, hundreds of them, pouring in like a tidal-wave of moldy bones and rusty weapons. 

Rhys decapitated the first three to approach him, but they were about to be replaced by another thirty. "We can't fight this many!" he yelled. He was right.

"Rhys! You take Liana!" Nadia yelled, ripping the shirt off of her body so she could be naked again (she felt closer to her magic if she was naked). "She's possessed, but her soul is still in there. If you can wake her up we can get the amulet off, and she likes you more than anyone else here. Pussy and I will hold the zombies back!"

Nadia swept her arms through the air and summoned waves of fire, disintegrating dozens of zombies at a time, or with a thrust of her hips she's raise a sudden tangle of vines from the ground, bursting through the marble floor and trapping zombies in their place. 

Pussy dashed through every gap she could, slashing out with razor-sharp claws and accurate kicks, knocking skulls off of their bodies, and leaving some zombies falling to pieces. Even for a demon though, her powers were limited, and when she emerged from the fray there were a dozen small scraps on her body that burned her very soul. If she took too much damage her physical form would be destroyed, and her spirit would return to Hell. If that happened Nadia wasn't sure if she would ever be able to summon her again, not with Pussy's father down in Hell still, waiting for his wayward daughter to come home.

Rhys charged at the possessed Liana, but his attack lacked conviction. He didn't want to hurt her, and that indecision hurt him. He swung his sword and she defended with her spear, taking the blow and snickering at its weakness. The naked girl kicked him in the chest, her power so great now that she left a dent in his breastplate. Rhys rolled and landed on his feet, and this time he had to raise his weapon to block a blow from her spear. She hit hard, the force of it knocking him back even further. 

Like a ballerina Liana spun through the air, striking at him with her spear at every turn, slicing the leather bands that held his armor together, striking at the dent in his chest, hoping to pierce it. She laughed, swung her spear like a club, and knocked his bastard-sword form his hands. She stabbed again, and this time the spear went right through the side of armor, cutting the side of abdomen.

"AARGH!" Rhys yelled.

Liana lifted him off the ground with her spear as if he weighed no more than a toy, and then pinned him against the wall. Her glowing red face smiled up at him, getting so close he could smell Liana's sweat breath.

"Your blood," Liana said in that zombie-voice, the one that was really Natalia's. "I recognize the smell of your blood. You're a Faulkner, aren't you? It was one of your clan that put me in that fucking sarcophagus, and bound my soul to the amulet. Well . . . I am going to enjoy torturing you, you pathetic, weak-"

Rhys interrupted her by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward, smothering her with a kiss, his strong tongue pushing her pink lips apart and dominating her. The kiss lasted a long time, and when it ended Liana's eyes were not so red, nor was her hair.

"Rhys?" Liana asked, in her own voice. 

It was working. Rhys pulled the spear out of his armor, even though it cut him deeper, and he pushed Liana against what remained of the sarcophagus. His armored hand gripped her perky ass so hard it made her squeal, and his other hand massage you young breasts in a way that made her head dizzy. He kissed her again, this time biting her lip and pushing her down.

"Rhys . . . oh gods . . . what's happening?" Liana asked, tears rolling out of her blue eyes.

"Shut up and spread you legs," Rhys commanded rather harshly.

Liana obeyed with an anxious smile, leaning back over a large chunk of black stone, even though they could all hear the spirit of Natalia screaming in rage, but apparently the spirit of a long dead hag wasn't as powerful as a young woman's sex-drive. 

Rhys kneeled while unclasping his codpiece and spanked Liana's inner-thigh, causing her to squeak and then giggle. He lowered his mouth to her pink flower and did something no man had ever down to her before: he ate her pussy like it the most delicious thing in the world. Liana's little gasp of surprise was followed by deep moans of pleasure, and not long after that breathless screams of ecstasy. 

By the time Rhys was pulling his cock out Liana was already shivering with a series of small but overlapping orgasms, every joint in her body melting like wax. The moment she saw his elephant trunk hanging out of his armor she dove for it, sucking it clumsily like an amateur but with all the enthusiasm of a horny young slut, and the soft flesh of her candied lips was more than enough to get Rhys up to his full length, ten inches of cock hanging over Liana's head like an executioner's weapon.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, slamming her mouth down on his cock, forcing her to suck it as deep as she could without gagging (which was only about six inches) but when her gagging subsided her worked the rest in, and when her perfect chin came to rest in the salty leather of his scrotum she looked up at him with her big blue eyes and smiled as much as she could. 

She would have continued to pleasure him orally, but Rhys looked around as saw that the zombies were getting too close. Nadia and Pussy were now fighting back to back, lashing out with spells and claws, and Gallant was protecting Liana by swiping his tail at any zombies that got too close, but there were just too many of them. They were seething in like ants, like flies, like locusts, and there was no end to them.

"It's time I put you down, you bitch," Rhys said, intending it for Natalia, but Liana was aroused by hid dominant tone all the same. He popped his cock out of her mouth and smacked against her check, splashing her face with her spit. He lifted her up and slammed her down on what was lift of the coffin's lid, and with a brutal thrust he fucked her pink pussy like it had never been fucked before, despite the damage Gallant had done. Liana screamed and wailed, already peaking, and Rhys quickly hammered her through a series of overlapping orgasms that would have turned even the hardest bitch into a whimpering babe. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 08



"YES!!" Liana screamed. 

"NO!!" Natalia howled. 

"Take it bitch!" Rhys roared cumming deep and fast inside of Liana, his sperm filling her up and pouring out of her like a gush of hot milk. He pulled out, and with a few powerful strokes he spent his seed on her perky jest, glazing her tits and the amulet as well. The magic in the amulet sizzled, and the crack from its last breaking began to show. 

"FUCK! NO!" Natalia's spirit screamed. Her ghost materialized in the air above Lillian's exhausted body. The Countess was stern but beautiful, with high cheekbones and a heaving chest even larger than Nadia's. "FUCK YOU FAULKNER! FUCK YOU TO HELL!" 

"You first bitch," Rhys said, grasping the amulet and crushing it in his fist. The amulet shattered not into two but a dozen small shards, and each of them seemed to decay the moment it was broken, becoming less lustrous and metallic, and more like dull clay. The magic in it was broken; the last chain binding Natalia's soul to the mortal world was gone. 

Natalia's ghost screamed one last time, and was then ripped apart, and in the shockwave that followed, so was every zombie within the duchy. 

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When Liana awoke this time she half-expected there to be something even worse than zombies and necromancers standing over her, but there wasn't. The only thing standing over her was a naked young woman with spiky black hair, cat ears, and wicked little smile.

"You're up," Pussy said happily. She leaned done and wished Liana a good morning with a tongue-filled kiss. Liana's body was tingly and amorous, so she took the kiss and enjoyed it.

"Where am I?" Liana asked looking around to see she was in a well appointed room with a large fireplace, a bookshelf, and a window overlooking a garden. 

"You're in Nadia's tower, in one of the guest rooms," Pussy said. "Nadia said I should watch over you and take care of you when you woke up. I was hoping that 'take care of' meant 'have sex with,' but no pressure."

Liana looked into the spunky demon's eyes and saw a horny little girl looking back, not unlike herself. Liana rolled her eyes and smiled before pulling back the covers and allowing Pussy to crawl inside.

The two girls wrestled and teased each other for almost an hour, gliding their slender bodies over one another, and finally bringing each other to orgasm with their pussies grinding and legs interlocked. When it was all over they embraced and kissed again, but Liana was too curious to stay. She left Pussy napping in her bed and wandered out. There were some clothes left for her on a hook by the door but she didn't take them, for some reason preferring to stay naked. 

It wasn't hard for her to find Nadia's room, it was the one at the top of the tower, and also the one from emanated the sounds of some very intense sex. Opening the door she saw Rhys and Nadia in bed, with Rhys on his back and Nadia riding him like an bull-rider, her back flexing from the orgasmic shocks in her body and drenched in sweat. Rhys could only be on bottom for so long though, and he pushed Nadia down and mounted her, fucking her even harder while her legs flailed in the air. That's when he saw Liana.

"Liana!" Rhys said sounding a little guilty. "I-"

But Liana stepped forward and kissed him, knowing full well that the glaze on his lips was from Nadia's vagina. She kissed him long and deep, her small hands running up and down his hot, wet, pulsing chest while Nadia reached up and massaged her waist.

"So," Liana said, smiling. "Can I join you?"

And so the three of them fucked for hours, their bodies rolling over each other in chaotic pleasure, at times the action getting so hot that no one was sure who was fucking who. When Rhys went too hard on one girl he'd knock her out of the game for a few minutes, but he'd still have the other to play with, and when he left to get more wine that just give Nadia and Liana more time to 'make up,' something that usually involved eating each other out. 

As the sun began to set Rhys peaked for the last time that night, showering both girl's with a massive load of his sweet cum, coating their faces, but also filling their mouths, which they took like hungry baby birds. When it was over he collapsed and fell asleep, but Nadia and Liana continued to kiss and swap the cum between their mouths, and even when it was all gone they cuddled and caressed one another, the pleasurable aftershocks of their orgasms lasting for many long minutes.

"So no more zombies?" Liana asked, about fall asleep in Nadia's arms.

"Well, not from Graf anyway," Nadia said, kissing Liana's forehead. "Rhys destroyed Natalia's amulet, and sent her soul to Hell where it belongs, being used as some demon's new fuck-toy no doubt."

"And Graf?" Liana asked.

Nadia snickered. "Don't worry about him. Gallant's taking care of that little bitch." 

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In Nadia's massive stables, where she kept her drakes and unicorns safe and secure, a petite young man was bound with leather straps against a large block of soft wood, his girlish bubble butt stoking straight up in the air. Graf tried to scream, but his mouth was being gagged by a pair of Nadia's dirty panties. He was completely naked, and after being tied down his evil ex-teacher had greased up his rectum with lubricant for some reason. 

"See," Nadia had said while shoving her slippery finger up his ass, "if I was such an evil bitch would I be giving you this much lube?"

He hadn't understood at the time, but he did now. A wyvern came into the stables, walking on two massive furled wings and two hind legs, dragging a long reptilian tale behind it. Graf started to scream, not because of its fangs or claws, but because of the pulsing muscle hanging between its legs. The wyvern had three feet of the longest, thickest, roughest looking cock that the poor little young man had ever seen before, and all of it was aimed right at his virgin asshole.



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 09



Even in the shade of the massive tent it was still hot, and although Nadia Méchant wore little more than a transparent sash of green silk wrapped around her voluptuous body, her milky skin still glistened with sweat, and her long auburn hair clung to her swan-like neck and arched back. She was reclining against a mountain of pillows and cushions stuffed with goose-feathers, lazing about like a spoiled cat, gasping uncomfortably from the heat. Nadia was a naturally amorous woman, but something about the heat brought out the more sanguine qualities of her personality in even greater relief, and she found herself aroused and restless. Her hands glided over her soft skin, her full breasts, her erect nipples, and the damp, swollen mounds of her inner-thigh. She wanted to get fucked. 

Her assistants Lily and Pad, twin brother and sister with blonde hair and blue eyes, brought her a large trough of water. Normally the young pair dressed in mountaineer clothes, with boots and shorts and rough-spun shirts, but in the heat of the desert plains they had each disrobed to a nearly naked state, as the darkly skinned locals did, who wore little more than colorful sashes and jewelry. Lily's fair skin was flushed bright pink from her time in the sun, and already she had tan-lines running around her slender waist and perky chest. Her twin brother wore nothing but a white loincloth that bulged obscenely with the generous endowment he was born with. 

Nadia eyed her two assistants lustfully. They both had suffered from the attention of her instability before, and they would again, but Nadia had too much work to do, and she couldn't get distracted by fucking the shit out of two exhausted youngsters. She ordered them to lower the tough in the middle of the tent, and with a wave of her hand she summoned a cold, arctic wind into the air. The water froze into a solid block of ice, and Nadia ordered Lily and Pad to use palm-fronds to fan the cold air over her guests who would be arriving any minute. 

A few minutes later the tent was properly cooled, and the flaps at either end of the large pavilion opened. Lily and Pad each gasped in fright. They had been warned that their mistress's guests would be intimidating sights, but they hadn't quite been prepared for this. 

The first guest was seven feet tall, verdantly green, and bulging with muscles the likes of which could easily snap the neck of a bull. His flat, brutal face was tusked and scarred, and his eyes were each bright red like fiery coals in a raging fire. The only coverings he wore were heavy iron plates on his arms and legs, and within his leather loincloth bulged a protuberance so ludicrous in size that Pad felt inadequate for the first time in his life. The monstrous penis bundled in that loincloth must have been over twelve inches soft, so there was no telling how horrifyingly large it would be if aroused.

The first guest was an orc, a famous one: Zurgo Headcrusher, Warlord of the Gor Clan. 

The second guest had an incredibly handsome but barbaric face, with a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and untamed black hair. At first Lily was overtaken by the sight of this man's wild beauty, his tanned skin, his powerful arms, and masculine chest, but she was confused as to why this barbarian king came into the tent riding a horse . . . until she saw that it wasn't a horse at all. This man was a centaur, his perfect human body ending at the waist, and his horse body trotting across the ground on four powerful hooves. Lily still felt like feinting from the sight of what hung between his hind legs though: a massive cock the likes of which could easily impale a petite girl like her. 

This second guest was Seton, the King of the Desert Centuars.

"Alright," Nadia said, moaning stubbornly as she slid off of her cushions and swayed between the two barbaric hulks. Her sash slid down her sticky, glistening body, and her plump breasts hung out uncovered, but she didn't bother to cover herself. She looked tired and bored, and from the slow, lethargic way she swayed her hips Lily could tell that Nadia wanted nothing more than to masturbate and then take a nap. "Shall we begin the peace talks?"

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The Gor Clan Orcs and the Desert Centaurs had been warring over this desert plain on and off for centuries, sometimes with decades of rest between minor skirmishes and battles, but recently the fighting had became especially pitched. The humans of the realm generally just ignored the bloodshed since it didn't involve them, but recently the fighting had become intense enough that trade was being disrupted. The Sultan sent his youngest son, Prince Akalli, to moderate a treaty between the two tribes, but Akalli was a cowardly and feckless as he was charming and well hung, and after a night of hot sex with the heathen sorceress Naida Méchant he managed to convince her to moderate the talks in his stead. Sex, as it happened, was the absolute only thing that Prince Akalli was talented at. 

Nadia had desperately accepted, since the Prince had been holding her on the cusp of a long delayed tantric orgasm, and he wouldn't let her quivering body achieve climax until she agreed to take his place. She screamed 'yes,' and the arrogant stud finally let her orgasm burst from her body, shattering her mind and melting her soul, and Nadia was reduced to a hot, quivering, pitiful puddle of sexual destruction for the rest of the night. But now that the orgasm was a distant memory and Akalli's beautiful butt was hundreds of miles away, Nadia felt cheated. Peace bored her. Diplomacy bored her. Uniting people bored her. Frankly she would have happily watched these two ancient tribes slaughter and rape each other into oblivion if it meant a little bit of entertainment.

"My people have galloped through these plains since the times of the first moons," Seton said, beating his fist against his perfectly sculpted pectoral. "This was our home long before your kind crawled out of the mud."

Zurgo snorted. "Who gives a fuck who was here first? You centaurs are fucking nomads. My great-great-great-grandfather was the first to build in these plains, the first to claim them for the Clan. My great-great-grandfather raped his first elf here. My great-grandfather ate his first human here. My grandfather slew his first giant here. My father was killed here. And I intend to rule here."

The two titans of bulging muscles continued to argue, the deep baritones of their voices echoed loudly in Nadia's chest, but she wasn't listening to any of it. In her boredom she had began to languidly touch herself, one hand eventually slipping between her legs and stroking her greedy, impatient pussy. Her eyes drifted between the two beasts, to Seton's hanging horse-cock, and to the daunting mountain in Zurgo's leather loincloth. 

She could smell them as well. The thick aroma of masculine pheromones filled the air, intoxicating her receptive body and kindling it with lust. She could see that Lily was being affected by it too. The poor little girl was swooning, and her legs wouldn't stop fidgeting. Pad must have been aroused as well, the little faggot, because his loincloth was starting to pitch a thick tent, and he was gasping girlishly. 

"How about a contest!" Nadia interrupted, her voice cutting through the argument and shaking Lily and Pad from their horny slumber. 

Both Zurgo and Seton looked the human over as if noticing her nearly naked body for the first time (although Nadia only appeared fully human, her true nature was undeterminable). 

Zurgo snorted. "What kind of contest?"

Nadia shrugged. "I don't know . . . a series of competitions . . . or something. Strength, speed, endurance. I'll set up a series of challenges and rate your performance, and the winner of the competition will be able to set the terms of the peace treaty, and the loser will accept it. Just . . . something to get all this boring shit over with."

"That's not something a typical diplomat would suggest," Seton criticized. "What about precedence, justice, and honor? Aren't you supposed to care about those things?"

Nadia shrugged. She really didn't.

"I like it!" Zurgo said, slapping his stomach. "I like it a lot! Normally these puny humans suggest something convoluted and sneaky. A contest would at least be simple and honest, something that will finally put an end to all this indecision." 

Seton sighed and slumped a little. "Alright. I accept. We shall compete in a contest then, and this woman shall evaluate our performance as an impartial judge."

"Deal!" Zurgo said, and reached out his hand to Seton's. 

The orc and centaur leaders shook hands and smiled, and although Nadia neither realized it nor cared, she had just made more progress in solving their ancient dispute than any diplomat had in over a thousand years. 

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The field was surrounded on either side by the two tribes, the bare-chested centaurs blowing their trumpets and roaring their war-chants on the western side, and the orcs beating their drums on the eastern side. Neither tribe had much in the way of clothing, so no matter which direction Nadia looked she's see an assortment of firm, muscular breasts standing our proudly from feminine chests, or she'd see a dozen plump penises hanging heavily from powerful waists. She licked her lips and swallowed the drool that had been pooling under her tongue. She hadn't been properly fucked since Prince Akalli dominated her last week, and despite what a satisfying experience that transcendent sex had been, a week was still a long time for a woman like Nadia to go without getting fucked. 

Seton and Zurgo stood on either side of her, they were so tall that her sparkling green eyes were only level to their belly-buttons, and Seton probably could have slapped her in the face with his cock if he had wanted to, but Nadia wasn't intimidated. These two powerful warriors were already wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it. 

"Alright . . . so . . . um . . . STRENGTH!" Nadia said, snapping her fingers. She was just inventing the rules of the contest off of the top of her head, not that anyone else seemed to notice. "Let's see which of you can throw a big rock further."

The two brutish kings did as she suggested, and they each lifted a stone off the ground that must have weighed at least three-times over what Nadia did. Seton threw his stone and it flew a good distance before crashing to the ground, but Zurgo's sailed further.

"Ha! I win!" Zurgo beamed.

"That was only the first competition," Seton snorted. "Correct, human?"

"Um . . . sure!" Nadia said, realizing that this was going to be harder than expected. "Alright . . . so . . . SPEED!"

#####

Seton won the race, as expected for a creature with the body of a horse, and the tie had to be settled, so Nadia devised a game of endurance, and the two champions were made to lift a heavy log over their heads and hold it there, but after three hours Nadia got bored and declared it to be another tie. There was a test of accuracy, but even at a hundred yards Seton and Zurgo could hit the same bull's-eye whether with an arrow or a javelin. There was a test of knowledge, but other than the fact that orcs and centaurs used different names for the constellations, the minerals of the earth, of for herbs, they each knew the same amount of lore.

Without any clear victor the two champions began to argue, and a foreboding agitation grew within the rival audiences. The centaurs began to beat their hooves against the earth while knocking arrows into their bows, and some of the orcs grunted while picking up their heavy axes and clubs. Nadia could tell this was about to become a bloodbath, and she was stuck right in the middle of it. 

"SILENCE!" Nadia screamed, summoning a bolt of lightning to streak through the air, its crackling boom echoing for miles. The centaurs backed down, as did the orcs, and the two kings looked at the puny mortal with clear impatience. "Obviously you two are evenly matched as warriors, but are you evenly matched in other ways?"

"What do you mean, human?" Seton asked impatiently. 

"What other way can a male be judged?" Zurgo grunted. 

Nadia shrugged, looking at the thick anaconda of meat dangling from Seton's loins, and at the monstrous bulge in Zurgo's loincloth. 

"Which of you has a bigger cock?"

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Back in the tent, Nadia was on her knees, her legs resting on a cushion, her hands only partially wrapped around one of the thickest green cocks she had even seen in her long, slutty life. Zurgo stood before her like a titan of muscle, his massive trunk only partially erect but already two feet in length and so thick that Nadia couldn't get her fingers from hand to reach the fingers on the other. His testicles were the size of peaches, and the flaccid length of his beast weighed heavily across Nadia's chest and face. Fervently she stroked it, kissed it, ran her tongue along the bulky purple helmet, and even wrapped her firm breasts around the broad shaft, did anything and everything she could to arouse Zurgo to his full length, but the orc chieftain was hard to impress, and his phallus only grew by meeker inches. 

Seton was equally stubborn, standing on all four legs stoically as poor little Lily did her best to arouse his hanging fifth-leg, using her entire body to rub his fat cock from tip to base. The dark, almost rubbery flesh of the inhuman phallus made a stark contrast against the pale white breasts of Lily, and even her golden tanned stomach and shoulders looked like porcelain compared to the black, bestial penis she was pathetically servicing. She was so petite in comparison that she could actually hang from it, and she began to grind her naked pussy against the large mushroom-tip of his cock, inadequately lubing it up with what little sex-honey she could produce. She tried to lick Seton's balls as Nadia had done with Zurgo, but the salty musk was so thick that it made her want to vomit and pass out, although some aspect of it only aroused Lily more. 

Poor Pad watched all of this from Nadia's bed, both his fists sliding up and down the length of his oversized (for a human) penis. The look in his eyes was one of fear, darting back and forth between Zurgo and Seton, both of whom had cocks that were twice as large as his and neither was even fully hard yet, but the sight of his mistress and sister struggling to please these monsters so submissively aroused him. He grunted and whimpered as his cock strained to the breaking point, and he accidentally unleashed another sticky orgasm onto his naked chest, but he was ignored. Nadia was too focused on Zurgo's giant green cock, and Lily was practically drunk on centaur musk that she was no longer aware of the world other than Seton's pheromone-saturated penis.  

"You've got to be kidding me," Nadia huffed in exhaustion, her brow dripping with sweat and her lips dripping with drool. "Lily, get me the yard-stick."

Lily drunkenly stumbled over to a chest of supplies and returned with a yard-stick and a measuring tape. Nadia took them from the horny girl and measured both of the penises that they had finally inspired to full thickness. Nadia measured their lengths from base to tip, their thicknesses, and even the weight of their perilously inflated testicles, and neither was greater than the other in any way. Each cock was three-and-a-half feet in length and at least five inches in diameter. They were both fucking huge, but neither was bigger than the other. Nadia held them both, one in either hand, casually stroking them both out of habbit, and she was so transfixed by the impossible amount of manhood before her that she didn't notice how annoyed Zurgo and Seton were becoming. 

"Well human," Seton snorted. "What now?"

Nadia shrugged and sighed deeply, licking the taste of Zurgo's balls off of her lips. "Well . . . which of you two can fuck harder?"

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Two more guests were brought into the tent, another centaur and another orc, but this centaur was a mare, and the orc was a bitch. The centaur-mare was only the size of a pony, and her fur was soft and white, her mane silver and well brushed. The human portion of her body was that of a blossoming young maiden, with a lovely face, full pink lips, soft nubile breasts, and a smooth flat stomach. Her horse portion looked vivacious and adolescent, with a substantially round rump and a tail that swished flirtatiously. 

The orc-bitch was young as well, probably the same age as Lily, or maybe a little older. Her green skin was crisp, clean, and hairless with only a single fresh scar across her left cheekbone, so Nadia guessed that she had only just begun fighting with the rest of the clan. The orc-bitch's breasts were fairly large though, each capped with a dark green nipple, and the mounds of her vulva were so plump that Nadia could make them out even past a small thicket of black pubic hair.

Seton raised his hand and smacked it across the mare's rump, making the young centaur giggle and kick a little. "This is my newest concubine, Cadence. She'll be my partner for this challenge, and you will all see just how ably I can satisfy a horny young mare."

"Master Seton fucks me so hard I can't even trot afterwards," Cadence snickered in a nasally voice of an obnoxious teenager. "His big cock goes so deep I can feel it my upper half."

"And this is my newest wife, Banji," Zurgo said, wrapping his arm around the tall orc-bitch and squeezing her large breasts. "I"m going to fuck this bitch so hard you'll all think I'm trying to kill her."

"I love it though," Banji said, kissing one of her husband's bulging biceps. "There's nothing an orc-bitch loves more than a husband who can fuck her until the earth beneath her breaks."

"Excuse me," Nadia said, coughing a little to get everyone attention. Still wearing nothing more than a transparent green sash, she stepped between the competitors and admired them all lustfully, even reaching out to caress Cadence's small breasts, and Banji's muscular thighs. "But this isn't the way this competition is going to work."

"What now, human?" Seton asked impatiently, his cock throbbing from some needed relief.

"Cadence and Banji aren't disinterested parties in this," Nadai said, tweaking one of Banji's fat green nipples. The bitch snarled at her, but Nadia just giggled. "They won't be objective about how hard you're fucking them. Shit, for all I know they might even fake an orgasm."

Cadence was so offended she gasped. "I . . . I would never fake on orgasm with Master Seton! He makes me cum so hard I squirt buckets!"

"Ain't no bitch eva fake no o-gasm with Boss Zurgo," Banji echoed, snapping her finger in Nadia's face. 

Nadia snickered evilly and bit her lip, playfully pacing in circles around the champions and their chosen partners. "Be that as it may, this is a competition, not a showcase. If you want to prove to me that you can fuck harder than your rival, you need to switch partners. Seton fucks the orc-bitch, and Zurgo mounts this little filly."

Cadence and Banji both objected loudly, yelling insults and jibes at Nadia, but Seton and Zurgo were silent. They were staring at each other with intense focus, and Nadia knew that they agreed with her.

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"No . . . not . . . not so rough! You beast!" Cadence squeaked loudly as her hind legs were pulled part by Zurgo's powerful hands. Even though Cadence weighed somewhere between three-hundred and four-hundred pounds the powerful orc was able to handle her like she weighed no more than a kitten, and although she kicked and fidgeted in his arms, he still pulled her legs open and got a good look at her swollen, sopping wet vagina. 

"Looks like you enjoy it rough," Zurgo laughed, and dove in, driving his tusked snout deep into the mare's pink pussy, his tongue penetrating her as deep as most penises would.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 09



Cadence squealed and moaned. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she struggled to get free, but she was helpless in Zurgo's hand, and her body betrayed her to the talents of his tongue. Cadence grew stiff and her nipples erected. Her mouth popped open but went silent, and her eyes grew wide with shock. She didn't want to believe that she having an orgasm so quickly, especially not one so powerful.

"I . . . I'M CUMMING!!" Cadence screamed, her body arching up beautifully as her legs shook wildly. There was a wet explosion from between her legs, and Zurgo drunk deeply from her honey-trough, provoking an even greater duration of her discharging climax.

"Bitch poppin' already?" Banji snorted in contempt. "What a weak little slut. Boss has got this one fo-sho!"

SMACK!

Banj gasped in surprise as Seton's hand came down like a meteor across her ass, spanking her so hard that the air was knocked out of her lungs. A spank like that across the rump of a human woman would have reduced her hip-bone to dust. 

Not to be outdone, Seton reached down with his mighty arms and grabbed Banji by nothing but her muscular ass, and lifted her from the ground. Before she could properly inhale from the spank, Seton kissed Banji so deeply that his tongue nearly tickled the back of her throat, and his powerful palms massaged the tense muscle of her buttocks. Banji had never been handled like this, both with the implacable authority that she craved, but also with a soft intimacy she had never felt before. 

From that kiss and nothing else, Banji's body began to shake with a series of overlapping orgasms. 

Zurgo was mobing ahead though, and was mounting Cadence from behind like a big green bear over the body of a baby fawn. Cadence's pretty face was dizzy and sensless from her last orgasm, and her tounge hang out as she giggled stupidly. If she could have seen what Zurgo was about to do she would have screamed and tried to run away again.

The big orc was stroking his cock and slapping it against Cadence's gushing vagina, coating the extensive length of his weapon in the slick lubricant of female cum, and all the while his big thumb was pressing against the opening to Cadence's virgin anus. Zurgo had plans for both holes it looked like.

"Alright kiddo, try not to wiggle too much," Zurgo said to Cadence. "You'll only hurt yourself."

He pushed the bulbous head of his cock against her anus and started to push in. Cadence gasped when she realized what was happening and she started to whimper. Her hind legs kicked out as her front legs dug into the ground, trying to get away while attempting to kick Zurgo in the face, but Cadence was not the first centaur Zurgo had raped, and she probably was not going to be the last.

"No! No, no, no, no-" Cadence whimpered. 

"SHUT UP AND TAKE IT BITCH!" Zurgo roared, grabbing Cadence by her human head and pulling it back so hard Nadia was certain her neck would snap. All three-and-a-half feet of Zurgo's cock pulverized its way into her bowels, striking her so fast that his balls swung up and smacked against her sensitive vagina. 

Cadence grunted with deep, guttural pain, her legs stiffening suddenly and then shivering wildly, her human arms flailing lifelessly to her sides. An immediate, uncontrollable, and involuntary orgasm exploded through her body like a bomb, and for the first time in her life Cadence knew what it was like to be a cheap, worthless, slutty little whore instead of a spoiled, well-sexed princess . . . and Cadence may have decided she liked it. 

Seton had progressed with Banji as well, rearing up on his hind legs so that the kneeling orc-bitch could perform worshipful fellatio on his massive horse-cock, her green head bobbing down a remarkable ten inches of his total length (but still not making it more than 1/3 of the complete distance), her slender throat swelling with ever dutiful deep-throat plunge. Her pride as a warrior had all melted away, her strong sense of orc-superiority seemed irrelevant now. All that mattered to her was pleasing this god, and receiving his hot, salty, sticky reward. 

"RROOOAAAR!!" Zhurgo roared as he came, pulling his massive cock out of Cadence's ass with such brutal negligence that it made a loud 'POP' and actually lifted her body off of the ground for a moment. The mare fell to the ground lifeless and senseless, her vacant face covered in tears and sweat, her tongue hanging out like a dead worm. The only indication that she was even still alive was that one of her legs was twitching and her pussy continued to gush with a messy series of wet orgasm. 

Zhurgo stroked his cock over Cadence's body, and he shot rope after rope of sticky orc cum over her back and head, soaking her silver hair and ruining her flawless coat. One large jet of semen splashed across her face and covered her eyes and nose, and when she breathed her nostrils blew two big bubbles of cum that were so thick they wouldn't pop. 

"AAAAGGH!!" Seton howled as he galloped around the tent, Banji hanging desperately to the underside of his horse-portion as his brutal sex-spear impaled her body. With every powerful gallop his hooves dug up large chunks of earth, and Banji was pummeled with his cock like it was the piston of a merciless engine, driving the consciousness out of her body as it provoked orgasm after orgasm from her.

It ended when he reared up and came, his cock swelling with so many gallons of spunk so quickly that Banji was fired off of him like a perverted bottle-rocket, and her limp green body fell across Cadence, and both girls were showered with a syrupy deluge of centaur cum. Banji looked up at Seton with one last glance of total and complete submission, and struggled to scoop one heaping finger of sperm into her hungry mouth. She moaned deeply as she swallowed it, and the passed out. 

"I win!" Zurgo declared. "I fucked your bitch so hard she passed out even before I dropped her. She'll be lucky if her asshole ever closes again."

"No, I win!" Seton disagreed. "Did you see the look on your wife's face? I broke her, and made her my own. You'll never please her the way I did."

"So what's the call judge," Zurgo asked Nadia. "Which of us fucks harder?"

"Yes," Seton nodded, turning to Nadia. "Which of our tribes shall inherit this land?"

"Um . . ." Nadia said, biting her lip and looking over the two destroyed young women. They were both long gone, their minds shattered by sex that was too powerful for their bodies to handle. If either of them were ever able to crawl out of the erotic oblivion they had just been shoved into they would never be the same. Two women had died today, and two irredeemable sluts had been born. "Well . . . I guess it's another tie. 

Zurgo and Seton looked ready to rip Nadia apart, but she cut them off by saying one last thing, unraveling her green sash as she did so. 

"So . . . I guess we'll just have to have a tie-breaker. Come over here at fuck me, you studs."

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The three-way Nadia went through was one of the most intense, violent, and overwhelming sexual experiences she had even been a part of, and that was really saying something. Seton and Zurgo made her perform fellatio on them again, and her slutty mouth spent over an hour slurping up the sticky, salty runoff of their sex from the leathery surface of their cocks, and by the time Nadia was done her stomach was almost full of cum. Zurgo tested her limits when he grabbed the back of her head and viciously throat-fucked her, going so deep into her body that his cock head entered her stomach and his balls slapped against her chin. He came, and when he did so she was over-filled in a second, and the excess cum shot out of her nose and lips. 

Seton forced her to mount him, planting her pussy directly on his back, and he slowly trotted around the room, bouncing her up and down like an amateur rider on the back of a wild stallion. The hard muscles of his back punched her sensitive sexual organs pitilessly, and the coarse hair coating his body blistered across her clit like sand-paper. Nadia clung to him and wailed, pissing herself on his back and stuggling to get off, but Zurgo of all people kept his mighty hand around her neck, choking her and keeping her in place. 

The two champions took turns on her, each fucking her in every position imaginable but always striking her with a force that was unrestrained it was misogynistic. Zurgo fucked her on the bed so hard it broke, and Seton fucked her against one of the tent's support-beams until it cracked.

For hours this went on, the entire landscape echoing with the painful, orgasmic grunts of the three combatants, and the insane lust of it all drove a wild frenzy through the nearby tribes. The centaurs began to mount each other and fuck as if it were their breeding season; and a violent free-for-all orgy broke out in the orc camp. It wasn't long before the two bacchanalias overlapped, and the orcs and centaurs began to fuck each other, hundreds of years of racial hatred suddenly refocused into sexual energy. 

#####

When the sun came up on the next day there was confusion and exhasuted moans, but no yelling or anger. Soft, supple centaur mares woke up next to the flaccid orc cock they had sucked the night before, and orc-bitches found themselves still covered in the sticky horse-cum of the centuar boy-friends they had taken. 

From the collapsed ruins of the ambassadors tent came the stumbling form of a naked woman, her perfect body and auburn hair sticky and thick with semen, and her pussy visibly bruised. It was Nadia Méchant.

"Who . . . who won?" one of the orc-girls asked, hoping that it had been a tie, now that she found herself in love with a centaur.

"I did!" Nadia said, her voice tired by deep with authority. "I defeated both of your leaders, and fucked them into submission. They're my bitches now, as are all of you, and this land belongs to me! Get on your fucking knees and worship me: Nadai, Tyrantess of Centaurs and Orcs!!"

They did so, too confused, tired, and intimidated to do anything else. This woman had broken both of their masters, and now she stood over them like an angry goddess ready to smite them all.

Nadia shrugged and snickered to herself. She didn't really want to be the queen of these two tribes, that was too much responsibility, but she'd play along with this a little while longer. After all, she didn't have any better ideas at the moment.



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 10



"Bring the bitch out," Captain Bonny Blue said, leaning back against her wooden, salt-crusted throne. 

"Aye-aye captain," her newest cabin-girl responded perkily, and quickly scampered towards the aft of the ship. 

Captain Bonny admired her cabin-girl's cute little butt as she went, especially the way it looked in her skintight shorts. The girl (Clover was her name) was exactly the kind of cute, sexy, fuckable little girl that made Bonny's pussy wet, which was why she had a crew made up almost exclusively of attractive women. Nothing quite distracted an enemy sailor like a nice pair of tits in a wet blouse, and nothing made the long nights of sea pass more enjoyably than a cot stuffed with hot pussy.

Captain Bonny Blue was a pirate. More than that, she was a Pirate Queen, and pussy was her plunder of choice. Whereas other pirates fought and died for gold and jewels, Captain Bonny traded in young sluts from exotic lands, and kidnapped the daughters of wealthy families for ransom. Not every girl Bonny kidnapped got ransomed though. Her own first-mate, Penelope Pearl, was a gorgeous blonde, blue-eyed princess from a small and wealthy kingdom in the Northern Isles. Her kingly father had been willing to pay a ship's worth of gold for his daughter's return, but Bonny had taken a liking to eating Penelope's pussy, and Penelope had taken a liking to getting her pussy eaten by Bonny. 

Ten years later, and Penelope was still with her, now a statuesque 29 years old, with generous breasts and a pussy that was as sweet as ever. 

If there was one thing Captain Bonny believed, it was that good pussy was worth more than all the gold in the world. 

"Here she is Captain," Clover said, leading the captive by her collar. "Nadia Méchant. The Sultry Sorceress. The Seducer of Succubuses. The Wickedest Witch."

Captain Bonny couldn't help but moan in deep, sexual admiration of her prisoner's body. Nadia Méchant was the most purely sexual being Bonny had ever seen, her every curve and groove swelling with an almost digusting level of erotiscm. Nadia had big, full breasts that looked both as firm as muscle and as soft as jelly. Her body was long and toned, with subtle muscles flexing in her stomach and thighs. Her lips were puffy and inviting, and her sparkling green eyes were lidded by big black lashes. Her nipples were pink, flawless, and temptingly erect. Her auburn red hair was straight, silky, and reflected the sunlight like fire. 

Captain Bonny stuck out her leg so that her boot rested just beneath Nadia's face. Bonny had great taste in shoes, and never wore anything that wasn't stylish. The pair she had on now where leather, knee-high, stiletto-heels that looked sexy as hell, especially on a dominatrix like her.

"Kiss it," Bonny said, flipping her foot around Nadia's face. 

Nadia looked up with a beautiful, vicious snarl on her face that was both arousing and terrifying to see. 

"Bitch," Penelope Pearl hissed, and she pulled a pistol out of her belt to stick in Nadia's face. "Maybe you'd rather suck on this, you evil whore. Suck it, and I'll make sure it 'cums' right down your throat."

"Now, now Penelope, baby. Calm down, although I do find you to be very sexy when you're mad," Bonny said, patting her lover on her delicious ass.

Bonny dangled her expensive leather boot beneath Nadia's tempting lips again, this time kicking the sorceress in the cheek a little. 

"Kiss it."

Nadia puckered her puffy lips (a sight erotic enough in itself to nearly burst a pussy) but instead of kissing her captor's boot, she spat on it. 

Bonny sneered, and then kicked Nadia in the face. 

THUD!

Nadia's head snapped through the air and she landed on her back, her breasts jiggling from the impact. Captain Bonny stood over Nadia and pressed the sharp heel of her boot against one of Nadia's erect nipples, pushing it into her breast until it inverted. 

Nadia looked up through tears of pain at her oppressor, and although Nadia was seething with murderous rage she couldn't help but let her imagination wander over the Pirate Queen's sexual form. 

Captain Bonny Blue wasn't an incredibly tall woman (she was a bit shorter than both Nadia and Penelope) but she had generous curves and a booty that only a Pirate Queen could possess. Her breasts heaved imperiously from her chest, and her nipples were big, dark, and rough. She earned the name Bonny 'Blue' because of her hair, which was a messy heap of attractive locks that flowed down her back, and was an obnoxious shade of cerulean blue, which was somehow natural, as her eyebrows and messy pubic hair showed. 

Captain Bonny Blue wore a tricorn hat, a big coat that she left open, and plenty of cold chains that hung over her big tits and wide hips, but other than that she was totally naked. Bonny like the feeling of the sea hair on her bare nipples and pussy, and since she spent most of the day drinking and fucking anyway, it didn't make sense to worry about clothes. 

"So tell me, sorceress slut," Blue said, grinding her heel into Nadia's nipple. "Where's all your magic? Where are your fireballs and lightning bolts?"

Nadia hissed in response. 

"Oh, that's right?" Bonny Blue chuckled. "You can't use magic right now, not so long as I have your familiar spirit locked away." Bonny tilted her head to a small chest that two of her girls were sitting on. The small chest was bouncing around like it had an angry wolverine inside, making it rather hard for the girl's to stay on top of it, but they were clearly enjoying the ride. One of them was already orgasming from the vibrations, and a line of horny young pirates formed to take her place. 

"Pussy," Nadia moaned. She wasn't referring to the pirate girl's privates (although her pussy did look like an edible little peach). Pussy was the name of her familiar spirit, her demon, a succubus that usually took the form of a cat or a skinny teenage slut. A familiar spirit's bond could amplify their partner's power ten-fold, but if they were separated by certain magical means then they could both be rendered powerless. 

"So Nadia, care to tell my crew why you snuck aboard my ship and attacked me?" Bonny asked. "I think confession is good for the soul, and you'll want to feel at least a little good for a little while, because I'm going to rape the shit out of you in every way imaginable, and then I'm going to let my crew use what's left of your broken body, and then we'll be sending your slutty ass to walk the plank."

The crew cheered. Like Bonny Blue, the were pretty much all a bunch of violently horny lesbians, and it had been a while since they'd been allowed to really go all out on a slut without concern for her safety. 

Nadia groaned. "I came to steal the Rod of the Deep."

Bonny smiled and stepped off of Nadia's breasts. She went over to her throne and picked up a heavy metal cylinder that looked suspiciously like a dildo. 

"The Rod of the Deep. My family heirloom. The key to my success. My greatest weapon," Bonny said, licking the metal shaft. As she licked the cylinder, a great rumbling came from beneath the ocean.

"Take the bitch to my cabin," Captain Bonny said, smiling from ear to ear. 

#

Captain Bonny's cabin wasn't like most executive bedrooms that Nadia had found herself in. Bonny didn't keep a clean or tidy lifestyle; preferring the wild, partying ways of a hedonist. Her room reeked of sex, and the giant mattress Nadia was put on was almost damp with sweat and other fluids. The floor was littered with torn panties, empty wine bottles, and broken sex-toys.

Nadia wasn't the only bound sex-slave on the bed either. Two petite Eastern girls with surprisingly perky breasts were passed out on the pillows, their lithe bodies sticky with dried sweat, and their pussies swollen from constant abuse. Nadia had already met this two little sex-kittens earlier; Yin and Yang. 

Yin and Yang were twins, and they were two of the most edible little pussy-cakes that Nadia had ever seen, and the fact that they were Easterners made them all the more tempting. Bonny Blue had acquired them from a slave ship and had been planning to auction them off somewhere in the West where she could make a fortune from them, but somewhere along the line Bonny lost focus and decided to indulge herself with the twin's bodies. Bonny fucked them hard; so hard that Bonny literally fucked them stupid, thus rendering them almost useless as actual slaves. Now they's been reduced to she ship's communal fuck-pillows, and did little more than eat, sleep, and fuck. 

The twins roused from sleep and crept over Nadia's body like two sexy little slugs, thrusting their tight stomachs against Nadia's soft breasts, licking her face, and humping their sore pussies against her arms and legs. Nadia moaned, desperately trying to resist, but the twin's kisses were like injections of sexual heroin, and within a minutes she was wiggling from her first little orgasms. 

The twins worked their way to Nadia's erect nipples, knowing how special they were. The twins suckled down, and were rewarded with mouthfuls of warm, creamy milk.

"That's my favorite thing about you witches," Captain Bonny Blue said as she walked into the cabin, taking off her coat and freeing her titanic tits. "The things magic does to your body. It keeps you tight, it swells your breasts, it makes your pussy like hot butter, and it keeps you lactating."

Nadia tried to say something, but all that came out was an erotic whimper as one of the Yin Yang twins began playing with her engorged clit. 

"Back off, you little sluts," Blue said, grabbing the twins by their legs. "She's mine."

Bonny pulled the twins towards the edge of the bed, and then she shoved a hand up each of the girl's swollen pussies. The girls squealed like frightened piglets, and Bonny finger-fucked them both so fast that they began to spasm from a sudden burst of violent orgasms. The twins' pussies erupted like broken sprinkles, and they both fell into deep, hot, almost painful sex-comas. 

Bonny licked her fingers clean and then dragged the girls off of the bed, letting them fall to the floor like trash. 

Bonny crawled onto the bed and over Nadia's body with the voluptuous grace of a horny tigress, a sexual alpha-predator stalking in her favorite jungle. She let her big, heavy tits drag over Nadia's body, allowing her hard nipples to graze over the sorceress's sensitive skin. Bonny kissed both of Nadia's nipples when she got to them, at first gently but ending each kiss with a little nibble of her teeth, making Nadia gasp. Bonny was being amazingly gentle, but beneath her affectionate facade pulsed the heart of a merciless, brutal, instable rapist, and Nadia could feel it. 

Nadia hadn't felt this powerless in many years. She was arguable the most powerful sorceress in the whole world. She had toppled kings, raped queens, kidnapped princesses, enslaved princes, tamed dragons, flirted with demons, seduced angels, and literally killed gods, but now she was nothing more than a slut waiting to get the shit fucked out of her.

Nadia's heart was beating in her chest like a hummingbird, and her head swooned with hot dizziness. She was so scared that she really thought she might piss herself, but the fear was also thrilling, and she also felt ready to cum at any moment.

Bonny chuckled arrogantly as her face hovered over Nadia's. Nadia was crying a little, two crystal tears rolling down her high cheekbones. Bonny stuck out her long, wicked tongue and licked them up. She kissed Nadia, shoving her tongue deep into the witch's throat, and slowly thrusting her body down onto Nadia's. 

Nadia kissed back, afraid that any resistance would anger her dominatrix, but all the while knowing that it wouldn't matter. Bonny was going to fuck her until it hurt. Nothing Nadia could do would stop that. Nothing Nadia could do was going to spare her the hours of sexual torture ahead of her. 

Bonny sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Nadia by her hair until the sorceress was bent over the pirate's knees. Nadia wiggled uncomfortable as Bonny pulled her legs apart and began prodding at Nadia's pussy and anus, pinching her taint and flicking her clit. 

SMACK!

Bonny chuckled as she spanked Nadia. 

SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh!" Nadia gasped, feeling tears dripping from her eyes as hot honey dripped from her pussy. She was so sexually aroused that it was literally hurting her. Her cunt felt ready to pop. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

" . . . please . . ." Nadia begged. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"'Please' wait? Fucking whore," Bonny asked, making sure her swift spanks tickled the edges of Nadia's swollen pussy. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

" . . . please . . . let me cum . . ."

SMACK!!

Bonny slapped Nadia right on her pussy. 

"AAAHH!" Nadia cried, feeling her vagina burst like a broken faucet, squirting all over the bed and Bonny's legs. 

Bonny dropped Nadia on the flow and let the sorceress flop around like a fish, pathetically grinding her pussy down on the wooden floor trying to alleviate her painful orgasm. 

Bonny stepped over her and walked over to her dresser. The Captain began to fasten a leather belt around her waist that went between her legs like a thong, and she clamped it down with a heavy clasp. 

"You wanted the Rod of the Deep?" Bonny asked. "Alright bitch, but you're really, really, really going to get it."

Bonny turned around, and jutting from her crotch was the Rod of the Deep, fastened to her belt like a strap-on didlo. The thick, heavy metal cylinder looked much bigger to Nadia than it had before, and she couldn't tell of this as because of the rod's magic or just her fear, knowing that she was about to get it shoved up her pussy and ass. 

Bonny grabbed Nadia by her hair and pulled the witch up to her knees. Bonny pushed the rod against Nadia's cheek and hit her eye-socket. 

"Kiss it!"

This time Nadia didn't resist. She kissed the metal rod like she was in love with it, and Bonny responded by thrusting her hips right into Nadia's face. Nadia had to open up and let the rod punch down her throat, otherwise her teeth would have been shattered, although the cylinder was so thick and hard that she immediately began to gag on it. Bonny laughed as she fucked Nadia's throat until the sorceress's cheeks began to turn blue and she looked ready to vomit. Bonny pulled out just before Nadia could pass out, and she slapped Nadia across the face with her wet metal cock. 

SMACK!

A little blood came from Nadia's mouth as her lip was cut against her teeth, but the pain from that was nothing compared to the hot, sexual tension in her pussy.

Bonny grabbed Nadia by her hair again and threw her onto the bed. Nadia landed on her back with her legs falling wide open, and Bonny charged into the breath, slamming the full rod into Nadia's pussy in one womb-breaking stroke. Nadia squealed and arched her back until it came off of the mattress, and Bonny smirked dominantly as she admired the way Nadia's breasts rose up.

Bonny held onto Nadia's tits as she plowed her, fucking the witch so hard that Bonny's massive bed actually shook, and the glass windows rattled. The rocking of Bonny's brutal thrusts were even more dramatic than the rocking of the ship in the ocean, and Bonny's whole crew winced in sympathetic pain, knowing just how brutally hard their Captain could fuck.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Nadia screamed with every crush. It felt like her body was melting, and she was about squirt her brain out through her cunt. 

"Take it! Take it you fucking cow!" Bonny laughed, squeezing Nadia's nipples so hard that milk shot out of them. "Take it till you fucking break!"

"OH MY GOOOOOOOD!" Nadia wailed, her legs beginning to shiver erratically.

"Just shut the fuck up and CUM!"

"AAAARGH!!" Nadia screamed as her mind shattered and her body surrendered completely. Her face twitched as if she waving a stroke, one side twitching uncontrollably while the other stiffened, her eyes rolling up into her skull, and saliva frothing from her mouth. The muscles in her legs and hips felt like they were going to burst, and her pussy erupted with a hot torrent of cum, like a barrel of water being tipped over. 

Bonny was cumming too, but she was in control of her climax, and she was gritting her teeth with a sadistic smile on her face, grinding her pussy against the rod she had impaled in Nadia's gushing pussy. Bonny gasped happily, her breasts dripping with sweat onto Nadia's face, and after a moment she leaned down to spit in Nadia eyes and open mouth. 

"That . . . that was a good start," Bonny said pulling out and giggling at the sight of Nadia's gaping pussy. 

Bonny grabbed Nadia by her leg and flipped her over. She pried the witch's firm buttocks open until she revealed Nadia's tight pink anus, and Bonny leaned in so she could thrust her tongue up it. Nadia wasn't so knocked out that she couldn't feel Bonny's tongue probing her ass, but she didn't have the strength to even clamp her anus down on it. 

Bonny eat Nadia's ass like it was cake, and once she'd gotten her fill she reared up and shoved the Rod of the Deep up Nadia's ass until it felt like the tip was punching the bottom of her stomach. 

Nadia was so fucked up that couldn't feel the passage of time, but by the time Bonny had stopped slamming her ass it was dark outside and Nadia had counted somewhere between ten and fifteen gut-bursting orgasm. 

Nadia slipped at the edge of a coma as Bonny stretched out next to her, pressing their sweaty bodies together, and sharing the dizzying warmth of their exhaustive sex. Bonny casually played with Nadia's breasts as she smoked on a fat marijuana cigarette, basking in the afterglow of a truly satisfying fuck. 

The door to Bonny's cabin opened and in walked Penelope Pearl, looking as gorgeous as ever, with her golden hair and plentiful cleavage sparkling in the candle-light.

"Enjoying your new toy, ma'am?"

"Very much so," Bonny said, putting her lit cigarette out on Nadia's nipple. The burn hurt so much that Nadia wanted to scream, but she simply didn't have the energy. "I'm getting bored with her though. A toy is never as fun to rape the second time . . . or third . . . or hundredth."

"May I have a turn with her, ma'am?" Penelope asked, staying formal despite being obviously horny as hell. Her nipples were so erect that they were almost cutting her shirt open, and her pussy was so wet that it looked like she had spilled a drink onto her crotch. 

Bonny chuckled. "Sure. I'm going to go and inspect the crew. Just let me use the toilet first."

Bonny had a private bathroom, the only one on the boat, but that wasn't what she was referring to. Bonny pulled Nadia to the floor and squatted over her face, unleashing a long, hot, watery stream of urine into her luscious auburn hair. 

"Do whatever you want with her," Bonny said, kissing Penelope. "Just don't kill her. I want every member of the crew to get a turn before I sacrifice her to the Rod of the Deep."

"Thank you ma'am," Penelope was shaking she was so horny. "I . . . I love you."

Bonny kissed her first-mate again. "I love you too, you crazy bitch. Now cut the shit and rape this whore till she begs for death."

Bonny left the room without putting on any clothes. Penelope practically marched over to Nadia, striping over her clothes so fast that she actually ripped them. Her body was tense and angry, her stomach pulsing with subtle abdominals. Penelope had the face of a lovely queen, but she had the strong legs and swollen pussy of a raging dyke, her clit so erect that it looked like an stiff pink thumb. 

"Finally," Bonny gasped, shivering with sexual rage. "I haven't gotten to break or whore like you since we caught the Yin Yang twins."

If Nadia could have screamed she would have. She would have been screaming all night and into the early morning, when Penelope finally collapsed from exhaustion, and Nadia was allowed to fall into a deep coma. 




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 10



#

Nadia had little recollection of the next few days. It felt like a dream; a hot, violent, wet, sexual nightmare. She was passed around the ship and used by the crew like a cum-rag being passed around between a bunch of horny teenage boys. Nadia was fucked, spanked, slapped, pissed on, dressed up, striped down, gagged, bound, whipped, and humiliated in every imaginable way.

Not all of the crew was 'biologically' female. Several of them were transvestites, or belonged to non-human species that didn't have clear distinctions between sexes. Most of them had big, fat, wet pussies, but some also had huge, hard, thick, veiny cocks, the likes of which would have looked more appropriate on a horse or an elephant. Bonny's largest crewmate was an ogress named Cunt, who ironically didn't have any pussy at all, but did have a dick bigger than Nadia's forearm, and whose nut was substantial enough to fill several buckets with her potent, noxious semen. 

Only a few of the pirates weren't violent with Nadia's limp body. Some of them were happy to just suckle on her lactating nipples, or cuddle between her huge breasts as they slept, but even these softer, gentler lesbians never saw Nadia as anything more than a disposable toy. 

They all knew what was coming. 

#

"Today is the day you die, Nadia Méchant. Today is the day your legend ends, and mine grows," Captain Bonny Blue said as she led Nadia to the plank. 

The 'plank' was a long, bendy board of wood hanging over the side of the ship. It was so narrow that Nadia doubted she'd be able to actually walk on it without slipping and banging her cunt on it before falling into the sea. 

Bonny didn't push her out yet though. Bonny went first, thrusting her breasts over the ship's gunwale, and holding aloft the Rod of the Deep. She kissed the metal cylinder, licked it, rubbed it between her breasts, and then used it to tickle her pussy. 

A loud rumbling came from the sea, and beneath the ship emerged a titanic shape. The salty water boiled, and from it erupted hundreds of giant tentacles, some as thick and tall as trees, and others as slippery and skinny as whips. 

"Behold! The power of the Rod of the Deep!" Captain Bonny Blue laughed maniacally. "The power to summon and control krakens!"

Penelope Pearl grabbed Nadia's ass, pushing a thumb up the witch's abused anus, and she led Nadia to the plank.

"With every sacrifice the power of the Rod grows," Bonny explained, rubbing it against Nadia's bruised nipples. "And it also grows more powerful with every time its crushed pussy. You Nadia, your soul should be so powerful that with your sacrifice the Rod of the Deep will become almost godlike, and likewise I will become a goddess. Not just a Pirate Queen, but a Pirate Goddess."

"Not so fast you fucking dykes!" a young girl screamed. 

The whole crew turned to Clover (the newest cabin girl) holding a chest over her head. It was the very chest that contained Nadia's captured familiar spirit, Pussy the succubus. 

"Clover!" Penelope screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Her name isn't Clover," Nadia whispered with a smile. "Her name is Lillian Toad. She's my apprentice."

Lily Toad slammed the chest to the deck, shattering it. There was a bust of purple, hallucinogenic smoke, and from it emerged the form of a skinny teenage girl with glowing red hairs, spiky black hair, a cat-like tail, claws, and fangs. 

Pussy darted around the deck of the ship like a sexy shadow, slicing Bonny's crew with spiritual blades that caused intense, physical, sexual pain, but left no actual injuries. The purple smoke that wafted from her body was like the most intense strains of opium and cocaine combined, filling the senses of the pirates, and making them so intoxicated that they were left drooling and pissing themselves with euphoria. 

"Oh fuck . . . finally," Nadia gasped, her body swelling with the return of her magical power. Her tits perked up, her pussy tightened, her bruises vanished. In just seconds she looked better than ever, as if the last several days of violent gang-bangs hadn't been any worse than a casual hookup. 

"Bitch! Die!" Penelope screamed, withdrawing her pistol and hoping to blow Nadia's brains out. 

She was too slow though. Nadia waved her hand, and she summoned a gust of wind so powerful that it ripped the clothes off of Penelope's body, and flung her into the mast of the ship so hard that she was nearly knocked out. 

"Witch! Whore!" Captain Bonny screamed, withdrawing her sabre and swinging it at Nadia's neck. Nadia caught the blade with her bare hand, using magic to make her skin as hard as diamond.

Nadia used her other hand to grab for the Rod of the Deep, and when she touched it Bonny Blue lost control of the kracken. Massive, giant tentacles splashed down on the ship, wrapping around the bodies of pirates and scooping them into the air. The kraken's tentacles were slippery, strong, and covered with probing nubs that found their way into the vaginas, mouths, and anuses of the pirates they captured, fucking them deeply and filling them with slimy lubricant. 

"Nadia! Do something!" Lily screamed, cartwheeling and back-flipping like an acrobat to escape the kracken's tentacles. 

Nadia slammed her knee into Bonny's cunt, making the Pirate Queen gasp in pain. Bonny let go of the rod, and Nadia used to to bash her on the head. 

CLUNK!

Bonny fell backwards in a daze, and now that Nadia had control over the kraken she ordered it to attack its former mistress. Thick tentacles quickly slithered around Bonny's arms and legs, prying them apart and lifting her in the air. Bonny screamed in futile rage as her pussy was brought up to Nadia's waist-level. 

Nadia giggled, leaned over, and gave Bonny's hairy pussy a big, wet kiss, shoving her tongue in a little and sucking down on the clit.

"You . . . you fucking bitch!" Bonny screamed. 

"So . . . the rod gets more powerful with every pussy it destroys? Good to know."

Nadia shoved the rod into Bonny's pussy, and the angry pirate started cumming almost immediately. The rod was so saturated with power that it was vibrating, and the vibrations stimulated Bonny Blue's body so quickly that it left her cumming her brains out, spasming violently, and frying her brains. 

Nadia worked up a sweat ramming the rod in and out of Bonny's cunt, slamming it in so hard that her fingers would slip in after it, crushing Bonny's g-spot and pushing her womb up into her chest. 

"Fu-fu-fu-FUCK! K-k-k-k-AAAAGH!" Bonny squealed and screamed.

"Cum for me, you bitch!" Nadia laughed, grabbing Bonny's tits and twisting her nipples. 

Bonny's pussy was a gushing mess when Nadia ripped the Rod of the Deep out of it, leaving the metal cylinder slippery with natural lubricant. Nadia licked the rod's full length, moaning with satisfaction, and admiring the way Bonny's pussy tasted salty and sweet. 

"No . . . no more . . . please," Bonny begged.

"We're not even close to done yet," Nadia said, shoving the wet rod up Bonny's ass. 

"Fucking die, you witch!" Penelope yelled. She had regained consciousness and was charging at Nadia with a sword.

Nadia was in no danger from Penelope, who she could have killed with a flick of her finger, but she saw Lily acrobatically cartwheeling to the rescue, so she let her apprentice work. Penelope slashed at Lily, but Lily gracefully dodged the blade, and responded by kicking the first-mate in the face twice, her tits twice, her stomach no less than five times, and once in her cunt. Each kick landed heel-first, dazing and knocking the wind out of Penelope's body. But the end of Lily's combo (which was so fast it took only a second) Penelope was left standing on foot but too groggy to see straight. 

"Bitch," Lily said, and delivered a beautiful spin-kick right to Penelope's lovely face, sending the busty first-mate flying into waiting tentacle of the kraken. Penelope screamed as the massive tentacle wrapped around her, entered her pussy, and began fucking her senseless.

"Nadia! Look out! Something's wrong with the Rod of the Deep!" Pussy yelled after finishing off the last pirate. 

Nadia was pulverizing Bonny's ass so hard she hadn't noticed, but the rod was in fact glowing and vibrating more than ever. It looked like a glowing hot piece of metal freshly pulled from the forge, and it was cracking with threatening power, clearly about to explode. 

"Oh shit!" Nadia gasped. "I think it's soaking up too much energy. Using it to fuck Bonny must be messing it up, because she and her family have used it for so many generations."

"Get rid of it!" Lily screamed. 

Nadia pouted. "But I want it! Look at how much trouble we went to just to get it! You had to pose as a pirate to get me aboard, Pussy got locked up, and I spent the last three days getting the shit fucked out of me but a hundred horny lesbians."

"It was actually a week," Lily corrected, "but who cares! Nadia! It's going to kill us!"

Nadia pulled the dildo out of the comatose Pirate Queen's broken anus and realized Lily was right. It was seconds away from killing them all. 

Whimpering like a spoiled brat, Nadia tossed the rod over the edge of the ship, where it splashed into the sea, was swallowed by the kraken, and then exploded with a force so great that both the sea-monster and the ship were torn in half. 

#

Lily woke up with the sun beating down on her, and the cool, salty waves of the sea washing over her legs. She had washed up on the beach of a small island, completely naked. The explosion must have ripped her clothes off, but luckily she wasn't hurt. 

"Are you okay, honey-pie?" Pussy the succubus asked, offering Lily a coconut filled with fresh water. 

"Yeah . . . I'm okay," Lily said, taking the coconut and drinking deep. 

Pussy meowed happily and hugged Lily, kissing her chest and rubbing the petite girl's hairless pussy. 

"I'm so glad you're okay! Nadia might be my partner, but your my favorite human ever. You're my sweet, tasty, fuckable little sex-buddy! I want to eat your delicious little raspberry pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day!"

"Um . . . thanks," Lily said, blushing a little. "Where's Nadia."

"Over there. Selling the pirates."

Lily looked down the beach to see Nadia standing at the edge of the waves, also completely naked, her gorgeous body sparkling erotically in the golden sun. She was with a group of men, black men. They must have been the natives to the island, because they wore nothing but shells around their neck, and their huge, thick penises hung down to their knees uncovered. Just the sight of such large penises made Lily grumble with concern. She wasn't quite a lesbian, but she certainly wasn't as much of a fan of huge, gut-busting dicks as Nadia was.

All around the beach, the unconsciousness but miraculously unharmed bodies of the pirates began washing up. Captain Bonny Blue and Penelope Pearl were already kneeling at Nadia's feet, and one of the big black men was shoving his huge cock into Penelope's mouth. Nadia was saying something and the black men were smiling. One of them laughed, and Nadia kissed him deeply. 

Nadia came over with a big, wicked smile on her face. 

"Good new girls," Nadia said. "Okimbe over there happens to be the prince of the tribe that controls this whole island chain. They're going to host us tonight, hold a feast in our honor, and let us stay in his hut (and hopefully his bed). He's also going to give us one of his canoes plus as much gold as we can carry."

"Wow," Lily said. "What are you giving him . . . besides your pussy tonight . . . obviously?"

Nadia laughed. "I just sold Bonny and her whole crew of sluts to him as sex-slaves. These bitches are going to get so stuffed with black cock that they won't be able to walk straight ever again."

Lily groaned, a little perturbed by her mistress's complete lack of morals or sympathy for her enemies. "Well . . . a pirate's only as good as her booty."



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 11



"Lily, are you even paying attention?" Nadia Méchant asked her young apprentice.

"Yes. I'm . . . I'm trying," Lily grumpled, kicking at the slinky black cat that was tickling her bare thighs. 

Nadia paced back and forth in her study, her voluptuous body covered by nothing but a sheer green robe left unfastened and opened, so that her jutting cleavage and toned stomach were completely bare, and her recently trimmed mons pubis could be admired by her servants. Nadia's long auburn hair was still wet from the bath, and in the orange glow of the fire it looked like a lovely mixture between blood and lava. 

"Don't let little Pussy-pocket distract you, Lily," Nadia said, stroking her favorite feline companion as Pussy slunk by, purring for attention. "I want you to dictate everything I say while I'm actually in the mood for it. Normally the writing of notes bores the magical shit out of me, but I had productive field-study this summer, and I want my findings to be recorded for the sake of science . . . and whatever profits might be had from future discoveries."

"Mmm," Lily nodded, pretending to care. The petite blonde looked over Nadia's shelves and saw that in the last few years she had contributed little to any field of legitimate science or magic, which should have been shocking, since Nadia was probably the most powerful sorceress in the world, but Lily knew her mistress well enough by now to not be surprised. Nadia was hedonistic, selfish, amourous, emotional, spiteful, lustful, and probably also evil. The shelves of her study were crowded with stolen treasure, sex-toys, and journals of her many sexual escapades, but little of it was anything professional. 

"The manticore is a particular variety of chimera," Nadia began dictating, and Lily began writing. "It has the body of a lion, although it is much more powerful than a natural lion. It has the wings of a bat, with which it is capable of sustained flight that almost matches the speed of a griffin. It also has the tail of a scorpion, and that's the most interesting part."

As Nadia spoke she found herself getting bored, but she wanted to finish this, so she kept herself entertained by disrobing and strutting about the room naked, hoping to catch one of her servants peeping, but it was late and the only one who was still up was Lily, who was wearing nothing but a tight shirt and her panties. Nadia had pulled the scrawny girl out of bed for this, and she hadn't given Lily time to get dressed.

"The manticore can control the lethality of its poison. When enraged, the manticore's poison is powerful enough to kill a dragon. When calm though, the poison settles into a very powerful, and very enjoyable aphrodisiac, with some hallucinogenic properties. I had the pleasure of stumbling upon a very fine specimen this summer, a male manticore that was hung like a horse. Being at the height of rutting season, and my naked body being coated with manticore pheromones, the impressive beast didn't waste time mounting me."

Lily cringed realized that most of this bestiary she was writing was probably going to be about all the animals, monsters, and demons that Nadia had gotten fucked by. She knew to expect this though. Nadia wasn't interested in anything that she couldn't have sex with. Lily did not consider herself a lesbian, but Nadia had she had wrestled in bed more than few dozen times. 

"The manticore's penis is knotted, so once the big, pulsating muscle was thrust into me, there was no getting it back out, not until I had satisfied my noble beast. The manticore's lovemaking was violent and primal, erotic in way that is shocking to modern tastes. The beast bit me on the neck, hard enough to draw blood but not hard enough to kill, and it left deep scratches across my back and buttocks that took several days of magic to heal. Oh, but FUCK was it good. The beast rutted me with a furry that I can only describe as . . . *savage,* and it managed to pummel several hysterical orgams out of my pussy before climaxing itself. When it came, the beast unloaded an almost scalding bucket-load of semen deep into my chest that filled me up so much that it oozed out in copious dollops. The manticore's semen was thick and sticky, like pancake-batter, and it's taste was deliciously savory and salty, like bacon."

Lily heaved a little. Nadia has actually tasted the manticore's semen? Of course she had. A sex-crazed whore like Nadia could practically survive on nothing but semen. Lily was disgusted, but something about the way her gorgeous mistress spoke and strutted about the room naked still made Lily horny. With one hand she wrote down Nadia's story, but the other found its way down her panties, and began to finger her tight little pussy. 

"Even after ejaculating, the manticore's mighty phallus remained rigid for almost an hour, and during that time it continued to hump me with strong, powerful thrusts, if for no other reason but to reinforce its complete dominance over me . . . his bitch." 

Nadia was the most powerful sorceress alive, and possibly one of the most powerful beings on the planet, but there was nothing she loved more than dominant males, regardless of the species. 

"When the manticore was finally able to withdraw its beautiful penis from my body, I was completely exhausted and broken. The beast stood over me, as if knowing that I wished to suck on the head of his cock, and lick his heavy balls, and I did with great enthusiasm. When the beast tired of me, it reared one leg up and drenched me in several gallons of hot urine, the smell of which was so noxious that it rendered me unconscious. The alpha had marked me as his property . . . and for a while I was."

Nadia poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it while caressing her body. The orange glow of the fire made her nipples look like molten gold, and her muscles in her stomach like armor

"Psst, Lily," a giggling voice whispered to the young apprentice as she caught up to her mistress's last dictation. "Down here. Look between your sexy little legs."

Lily looked down to see the slinky black cat between her legs.

"Not now Pussy," Lily hissed, trying to kick the cat away. "Don't distract me. Nadia's going to be pissed if I miss one word."

"But you're horny," the cat giggled. "You're so wet I can smell you."

"Fuck off!" Lily almost screamed. 

Pussy snorted, and for a moment it looked like she might slink away, but instead the little black cat began to shift shapes, its black body slowly melting, growing, expanding into the erotic shape of a nubile girl in her early twenties. The girl had red eyes, a flat chest, lithe muscles, and spiky black hair. She also kept her cat ears and tall, but was otherwise an attractive, sexy, acrobatic young female.

"Well I'm going to taste your sweet cunny whether you like it or not!" Pussy hissed, tugging at Lily's panties until they ripped, and shoving her tongue up the human girl's tight little pouch. 

"Oh . . . mmmmmm," Lily bit her lip trying not to scream. She hated the way that Pussy-pocket treated her like a sex-toy, fucking her senseless whenever the mood struck, but Lily couldn't deny that the naughty kitten was the best pussy-eater in the world. Pussy-pocket was a succubus after all, and her tongue was talented enough to make men sell their souls. Luckily for Lily, the only thing Pussy wanted from her was more attention.

"Lily! Pay attention," Nadia snapped, reaching for a whip she had hanging on the wall. "I swear, if you miss even a single word I'm going to whip the piss out of you."

"Yes . . . oh . . . yes mistress," Lily moaned, trying hard not to cry out in pleasure. 

"Good . . . now . . . where was I . . . oh yes, harpies! Harpies are semi-intelligent creatures that take the appearance of attractive human females (probably an evolutionary adaptation, or perhaps they were once human before being deformed by some curse), in addition to possessing several strong avian features. All harpies have wings, some instead of arms, and some in addition to them, and several harpies I've seen also possessed beaks, talons, and laid eggs instead of giving birth to live young. Thier morphology varies greatly, as does the morphology of birds, and harpies can come in any variety of shapes, sizes, colors, and degrees of sexual attractiveness."

Lily had to bite her lip to stop from screaming. Pussy's wicked tongue had found her g-spot, and the sexy succubus was smacking it around like a captured mouse. 

"Despite being particularly violent monsters, harpies are also dedicated mothers, which I witnessed first hand last summer. While sailing through the Straits of Tang, I was plucked off of the deck of my ship by a particularly voluptuous harpy with big, full breasts, wide hips, flowing blue hair, bright blue feathers, and an engorged vaginal region that gave the distinct impression of violent sexual arousal . . . an impression which was later substantiated when the harpy matron carried me back to her nest and ravished me for several hours."

As Nadia spoke she sat on the floor in front of the fire, laying her naked body down on an extravagant fur rug. She spread her legs and let the heat of the flames warm her inner-thighs, slowly fingering herself as she fondly remembered the way the dominant harpy had raped her. 

"For a winged, taloned monster, the harpy proved to be an exquisite lover. She instinctively found my clitoris, g-spot, and anal erogenous zones with ease, all of which she mercilessly assaulted with her tongue, torturing an endless series of orgasms out of me until I was too exhausted to resist. Dripping with cum and sweat, the harpy licked the fluids from my body, provoking even further climaxes from my beleaguered vagina, providing a feast of sexual hormones that I can only assume play some important role in the harpy's diet."

Nadia spat on her fingers and shoved them into her swollen cunt, wishing that the azure harpy would fly in through the window and rape her all over again.

"When the blue harpy discovered that I was lactating (a side-effect of my magic), she carried me to another, larger nest hidden high up in the Cliffs of Tang. There the harpies raised their brood, and my wearied body was dropped amongst a clique of about twelve young harpy girls, all of whom had the appearance of nubile, pubescent girls of about eighteen or nineteen years of age, despite being rather petite and flat-chested."

Lily tied to push Pussy away, but the demoness countered by sneaking a hand up the front of Lily's skimpy shirt, and began playing with the girl's little pink nipples. 

"The harpy chicks devoured me (sexually speaking), diving hungrily into my wet pussy for just a taste of cum, and suckling at my nipples until milk poured down my chest. Having only two nipples, the chicks had to fight for my milk, and I watched with fascination as they wrestled with one another in a most erotic way, entwining their legs and thrusting their pelvises into each other until one was provoked to orgasm. The harpies who came first submitted, and they were pushed back to the edge of the nest, while the stronger, more dominant harpy bitches fed from me until they were full, and then they tossed my limp body to the weaker harpies like I was a scrap of meat. I believe that what I was being used for was an important social ceremony for the harpy brood, in which a heretical structure could be established amongst the young chicks."

Nadia chuckled to herself and tweaked one of her nipples, provoking a small squirt of milk that splashed over her thigh.

"Luckily for me the harpies had no taste for human flesh, and once they'd sucked me dry of milk and cum over a period of about three days, the harpy matron who had kidnapped me flung my exhausted body into the ocean, where I certainly would have been set adrift had I not been fished out of the sea by a handsome young fisherman and his voluptuous wife (a story for another time). I suppose I could have escaped the harpies at any time, but frankly I having too much fun being used as the brood's fuck-toy to consider it."

"Mis-mis-Mistress Nadia," Lily stuttered, trying not to let her voice quake with sexual tension too much. "Ca-ca-can we please take a break?"

"Absolutely not!" Nadia snapped. "I have two more entries for the bestiary to dictate and I want to do it now while I'm in the mood."

"Bu-bu-but Pussy is-"

"Not another word out of you, unless you want me to feed your skinny ass to those pussy-eating harpies I was just talking about. I doubt a twig like you would be much more than a snack for them." 

Lily bit her tongue and whimpered. Her hands were shaking so much that her quill was leaving a jagged trail across the parchment.

"Now, as for oozes, these gelatinous monsters come in an endless number of variations, each uniquely adapted to their environment. Some oozes are harmless, some are poisonous, some are small, some grow to be the size of whales. One particular ooze of note was discovered festering in the Ruins of Meera, where it apparently feasted on the bones of the ancient concubines who were entombed there. Meera had once been a pleasure palace, and a temple dedicated to a sexual cult, and I can only speculate if something about the amourous ambience of the place had some unnatural effect on the ooze. When I found the amorphous creature, it was no bigger than my hand, and it's bright emerald color and crystal transparency made it quite pretty actually . . . pretty for an ooze anyway."

Lily saw a glass jar on the shelves with a similar substance inside, bright emerald green, and as clear as vodka. It seemed that Nadia had kept a sample. 

"The ooze seemed innocuous enough, but when I touched it, I was instantly set upon by the little monster. The ooze sprang to life, and excreted a poisonous sweat that quickly saturated my skin, and inebriated me within moments. I found myself growing aroused, sexually aroused, becoming so horny that I was violent. I stripped off my clothes and ran around the temple foaming at the mouth, fucking every warm body I could get my hands on. Luckily, I was exploring the Ruins of Meera with a number of handsome dark skinned natives, who were as virile as they were lusty. I had already entertained myself with their leader, Raj, the night before, and he didn't hesitate to fuck me again, rutting me on the temple steps as the priests and priestesses of that ancient cult must have done thousands of years before."

Nadia stopped speaking for a moment to suck on one of her fingers, which she then pushed into the swollen folds of her vagina. She wasn't just toying with herself anymore. She was legitimatly masterbating. 

"I didn't realize that the ooze was inside me, feeding off of my hormones and sexual energy. When Raj ejaculated into me, the ooze metastasized like a cancer, and plunged a newly born ooze deep into his urethra, slithering it ways into his testicles. Oh, Raj screamed and screamed and screamed. I barely heard him though. I was still horny as hell, and the moment Raj had finished with me I quickly moved onto his four comrades. I took his younger brother and sister (adorable twins named Rara and Lala) unaware that I was spreading the ooze to them as well while fucking them. Raj, likewise infected, violently and dominantly mounted his friend Muhood, another handsome boy, and took Muhood in the ass, thoroughly fucking him into submission. The sight of Raj's spectacular dark muscles bulging with power as he dominated another man was thrilling to me, so thrilling that when I orgasmed I fully ejaculated the ooze infecting me, which essentially cured me although it doomed Rara and Lala to mind-shattering levels of arousal. The twins became so horny that they were foaming at the mouth as they ravished one another, and I took the opportunity to escape with the fifth member of our party, a young priestess named Avi."

Lily looked at the jar of ooze again and trembled with trepidation. If that jar contained such a dangerous monster than it should be locked in a vault underground, not perched up on a shelf next to some erotic novels with sticky pages. 

"The ooze grew and grew, spreading throughout the entire village, compelling the population to fuck like wild animals. Avi and I had to flee for our lives, and we took refuge in a remote temple that her grandmother, Lakavi, maintained. For an older woman, Lakavi was quite vivacious and attractive, which made the refuge of her small temple a bit more enjoyable, especially the nights I spent sleeping between busty grandmother and nubile granddaughter."

"Luckily, Avi's grandmother knew about the ooze, having once been infected with it herself many years ago, and with my help she was able to recreate an antidote that would expel the ooze from any infected person. Unfortunately, the only way to get the antidote into an infected person was through sexual fluids. Avi bravely volunteered (although I suspect the little slut was just too eager to lose her virginity) and I decided to help as well. Avi, Lakavi, and I took the antidote, stripped naked, and wandered into the village. What followed was about seven days of the most intense group-sex I have ever participated in, an orgy that will be sung about for centuries. The three of us were ravished and fucked in the most degrading, humiliating, painful, and grotesque ways imaginable . . . I LOVED it . . . but I think by the fifth day Avi just wanted a break, especially after Raj ripped her little asshole open with that big, manly club of his."

Lily stuck her thumb in her mouth and bit down. It wasn't just that Pussy was eating her pussy and tongue-fucking her g-spot, Nadia's stories were actually arousing her as well. Lily did her best to remain stoic around her slutty, hedonistic mistress, but the truth was that Lily enjoyed their adventures, and she secretly admired the way Nadia lived and loved so recklessly. 

"Gnolls are the worst. Ugly, smelly, savage creatures that look like hyenas, except they can walk and wield weapons as men do. Gnolls possess very limited intelligence, and are able to understand spoken language but are rarely literate. The are barely capable of making their own weapons and armor, preferring to rob the dead, but their claws and fangs usually do a sufficient job of mutilating their victims."

"I had the very distinct displeasure of being assaulted by a pack of Gnolls while travelling not fifty miles from my own home. I was bathing in a stream, taking a small respite from my search for dryads, when I was set upon but several of the furry monsters. The Gnolls hooted and hollered at the sight of my naked body, and they yelled the most disgusting cat-calls at me. I actually enjoy that kind of salty language from my men, but only the handsome ones."

"I incinerated the first five or so Gnolls with a barrage of fireballs, but the wild beasts threw themselves at me without regard for their own lives, and I was quickly overpowered. The foul stench of the Gnolls was enough to disable me, although they did hold me down with their wiry muscles and sticky paws. Gnolls mark their territory with musk from bulging scent glands located beneath thier genitlas, and the musk is mixed with their semen. Because of this, Gnolls have to ejaculate to mark their territory, which is why they are so often found jerking their ugly cocks against tree and rocks in the forest, and unfortunately, Gnolls possess gigantic testicles capable of ejaculating almost a full quart of semen every day."

"The Gnolls roughly ravished me and attacked me with their erect, knotted penises, slapping the big cocks against my face and breasts. When the first Gnoll was readying to ejaculate on me though, his throat was ripped out by the Gnoll behind him. Although the Gnolls have no understanding of law or property, they do seem to prioritize claiming territory first, which in this case, was my body."




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"As the Gnolls fought over the right to claim me, I was almost ready to escape, but the moment I stood and tried to run I was kicked in the stomach by a Gnoll that was taller and bigger than any other I have ever seen before or since. This massive Alpha-Gnoll slaughtered its own pack to get me alone, draping me over its shoulder as it fought off a dozen rivals at once, using its claws to rip through their armor, flesh, and bones was if it were all paper."

"Only after the other Gnolls were dead, and I was thrown to the ground beneath the Alpha's legs, did I realize how unique this Gnoll was. This Gnoll was just and ugly and bestial as any other, although I will admit there was a certain *feminine* quality to its features, especially its huge, swollen breasts, each of which were capped with giant, erect, rough looking nipples. I was confused by the breasts at first, because between the Alpha's legs hung a grotesquely deformed penis that was as big as my forearm, and dripping with foul musk, but I've since come to realize that female Gnolls are even more dominant, violent, and saturated with testosterone than their male counterparts. Nature's bull-dykes. The massive womb-bursting penis I was looking at wasn't a penis at all, but an engorged clitoris, as the melon-sized testicles dangling between its legs were external overaris."

Lily felt like vomiting as Nadia described the Alpha-Female Gnoll, but Nadia's voice was becoming heavy, hotter, and more aroused. Did Nadia actually enjoy being raped by this monster as well? 

"The Alpha fucked me with every intention of killing me, as I suspect she had done to numerous human women before. Her big, jagged clit ripped into my pussy and slammed my stomach so hard that I vomited onto its face, but the Gnoll barely seemed to notice my pain or register disgust. The Gnoll fucked me with thrusts that would have shattered the bones of a mortal woman, and when it ejaculated it filled me with so much musk that my body nearly burst like an overstuffed balloon. Even after busting its substantial nut, the Gnoll continued to rape me, destroying my ass and throat as it had my vagina, filling me from every angle with musk, and nearly breaking every bone in my body. Even after the Alpha ran out of musk to ejaculate, it continued to ravish me long into the next day, since its clitoris was kept erect by an actual bone, unlike most mammals."

"If not for my magical powers, I surely would have died within the few minutes of sex with the Alpha, but thanks to my arcane nature, I was able to survive for almost a day and a half. Still, I was too weak and battered to do anything but concentrate on staying alive, and the Gnoll-bitch only grew more and more enraged as it fucked me, unable to understand why I wouldn't die like the others."

"It was on the night of the second day that Pussy-pocket found me, and with the infusion of demonic power from my familiar spirit, I was finally able to fight back. The Gnoll dropped any pretense of copulation and instead simply tried to eviscerate me with its claws and jagged fangs, but I used a strength-spell to pry her mouth open until her jaw broke, and I dropped an explosive fireball directly down her throat."

"I was too weak to move, but Pussy grabbed me and she dragged me far enough away to survive the explosion. The Alpha-bitch was ripped in half, her upper body completely evaporated, but luckily I found the head mostly intact, and now it decorates me wall, as does its taxidermied pseudo-penis."

Nadia giggled smugly, and Lily looked over the fireplace to see the sorceress's newest trophy. There it was, the twisted, ugly, deformed, yet slightly feminine head of the Alpha-Gnoll, with its broken jaw hanging down at an awkward angle. It really did look like a hyena. Underneath it was a big, twisted, gnarled piece of jerky that was as big as Lily's arm, and the idea that such a monstrous thing could be a clitoris disgusted her. 

"Now," Nadia said, "It's time that I should elaborate on the many variants of nymphs, from the fun-loving Dryad to the mysterious Lampades, all nymphs are especially ertoic entities, blessed with eternal youth and tireless bodies, the insatiable celestial sex-slaves are-"

"FUCK!" Lily screamed, finally unable to bear it all anymore. At the exact moment that Nadia began describing the nymphs' nipples, Pussy-pocket began pinching Lily's little clit, and her oral assault on the girl's g-spot became less playful and more aggressive. "Fucking shit! Pussy! I'm cumming!"

Lily whimpered as she kicked her chair back, causing Pussy to yank her panties down to her ankles. Lily's pussy was erupting like a squeezed lemon, spraying her cum all over her legs, Pussy's face, and even up onto the desk, where it soaked into the parchment and caused some of the words she had written to blur. Lily's orgasm was so hard to control that she actually fell over, rolling on the floor as if in pain, and she was quickly pounced upon by Pussy-pocket, who pulled Lily's shirt up so she could suck on the girl's breasts. 

Nadia groaned angrily and marched over to the desk, putting her wine down on a table beside the desk. She inspected the documents that Lily had been writing and was upset over how messy they were.

"Pathetic, Lily, just pathetic. These dictations look like they were written during an earthquake by an old woman with arthritis. Your handwriting is practically illegible, and your pussy-juice is all over this last page. You know who much I hate it when other people cum on my things . . . unless I'm the one making them cum."

"It isn't my fault!" Lily whined, trying to push Pussy off of her. "She always does this! She always tries to have sex with my at the worst times! She sneaks into my room at night and fucks me till the sun comes up, even if I have lots of work the next day! I haven't been able to take a single shower or bath without her jumping in and grinding her body all over me! Do you have any idea how long it takes me to get dressed in the morning with her always ripping my panties off?"

Nadia stood over Lily's body with her hands on her waist, glaring down her tremendous cleavage at the little blonde. Nadia was always a bitch, but she was especially bitchy when she was horny, and from the way her juicy pussy was glistening wetly, Lily knew her mistress was horny. 

"Pussy is a succubus, Lily, you silly little bitch," Nadia said, squatting down over Lily so that her pussy hung only a few inches above the girl's face. "She can't help being horny. It's her nature."

"Yeah, it's my nature," Pussy giggled into Lily's ear, and then began kissing the girl's neck. 

"Just as an apprentice is supposed to do what the fuck they're told!" Nadia scolded. "That's their nature, but you don't seem to get that, do you, you stupid little girl?"

Lily bit her tongue. She wanted to scream "BITCH" right into Nadia's face, but she knew that if she did her ass would be paying for it until the world ended. She knew she was about to get punished severely, Nadia always punished her severely, but there was a difference between spending one night in Hell versus an eternity there.

"You know what I think you need?" Nadia laughed, grinding her wet pussy against Lily's face. "I think you need some education. I think you need to feel the things I've felt. After that, you can write this fucking bestiary yourself."

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Nadia began Lily's punishment by kissing her, which might not sound terrible, but Nadia could literally suck the air out of her partner's lungs and leave them breathless. Nadia pushed Lily against her bed and did this to her, sucking the air out of her while tweaking her nipples and playing cruel little games with the girl's vagina. Lily whimpered and struggled trying to get away, but Nadia made her so horny and dizzy that all she could do was wiggle and cry. Nadia tongue-fucked Lily's throat, bit her lips, and then spat into her open mouth. Nadia rolled Lily over, and spanked the little' girl's perky bottom. 

SMACK! SMAC! SMACK!

"Mistress!" Lily cried, clawing at the sheet's of Nadia's bed.

"Pussy, get me some harpy feathers," Nadia instructed, and Pussy obeyed, bringing over a few giant, neon-blue feathers that were as rigid as sheets of metal. Nadia took the feathers and tickled Lily with them, making the girl giggle and laugh so much that it was painful. Nadia even tickled Lily's vagina and anus, which made the little blonde laugh so hard that she peed herself a little. 

"Pussy, get me the manticore salve and the Gnoll's clit."

Nadia kept several jars of salve made from the manticore's semen at a time. It was a powerful aphrodisiac (and astronomically expensive), although it burned like hell at first and could be lethal in certain quantities. Nadia usually only used a small pinch of it when giving her lovers an erotic massage, but for Lily she used almost half the jar, scoping out the thick goo and applying it to the twisted length of the Gnoll's penis-like clitoris. Nadia worked the salve into the leathery didlo with both hands, polishing it until it was shiny and wet, literally dripping with the stinging concoction. Nadia rubbed the excess slave onto her breasts and inner-thighs, and what was left after that was rubbed onto Lily's buttocks. The deep burn of the salve made the little girl cry, and she began to slightly hallucinate as well.

"Cunt or ass?" Nadia whispered into Lily's ear, asking her in which hole she wanted to get fucked by Gnoll-dick. 

"Guh . . . oooo . . . mmmm," Lily answered, unable to construct a coherent sentence. Her ass was on fire, and her pussy was leaking like a hot-spring. 

"Okay . . . why not both?" Nadia laughed, ramming the dildo into Lily's tight little pussy. 

Lily came immediately, dousing the mattress with a deluge of cum, and her little body was sent into shock as a series of violent, orgasmic spasms nearly broke her. Nadia laughed like a demoness as she fucked Lily with the Gnoll-dick, and just as the little blonde was starting to adjust, Nadia pulled it out and then rammed it up Lily's anus. 

"ffffffFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCKKK!!" Lily screamed, tears streaming down her face and drool oozing down her chin. Her body broke out in profuse sweat, and in her drug-fueled mind it felt like she was melting, her whole being dissolving into a single cosmic orgasm. 

Nadia fucked Lily's ass through about five separate but overlapping orgasms, the last of which left Lily too stunned to even move, and she just fell onto the mattress dripping wet and wide-eyed, staring at nothing, with the most retardedly blissful expression on her broken face. 

"Oh Lily, you adorable little girl," Nadia gently cooed, kissing the back of Lily's neck and rubbing the dildo against her swollen pussy. "I hope you understand I'm only hard on you because I love you. It's not Pussy's fault she likes playing with you so much. You're just too tempting. Like an adorable, fuckable little mouse."

"I . . . I . . . I love you too," Lily answered, barely consciousness enough to remember her own name. 

"Oh good," Nadia laughed, leaning down and kissing Lily right on her pussy. "Because you've got one last bit of punishment to go through. Pussy, got get me the jar with the ooze from the Ruins of Meera inside. I want Lily to feel just how those villagers did."

Nadia and Pussy laughed, Lily squealed, and the three of them fucked all night long.



The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 12



Golden sunlight poured into a golden room through pink tinted glass, casting a bright glow over crimson curtains and ruby colored sheets. A crisp, gentle morning breeze blew in from the spacious balcony, stirring the aromatic presence of roses and lavender, and bringing with it the fresh smell of oak and pine . . . but along with the vigorous scent of nature there was also the arousing stench of pleasure, sex, and wanton bacchanalia. Slowly life stirred within the comfortable, fragrant sanctuary, as the firm and nubile bodies of several healthy young maidens roused from sleep, all of them either naked or clad in the skimpiest of lingerie. Their skin tones mostly ranged from pale milk to golden tan, and the flawlessness of their bodies was marked only by the aftermath of lust, their smooth breasts and long legs still sticky with cum. 

The first of them to erect her blossoming proud body was also the youngest. Her form was slender but athletic, like a runner or an acrobat, and her promising chest was perky but not as greatly endowed as her sisters and cousins. Realizing she was naked, and that her pink nipples were becoming remarkable erect in the cool air of the morning, she covered herself with a blanket and wrapped it around her body like a dress. She crept to towards the bathroom to wash up, smelling that her long blonde hair still stank of sex. 

"Nicolette," a nasally voice came from the bed, stubbornly dragging herself from sleep. "Fetch me a glass of wine."

"You shouldn't drink in the morning," Nicolette shyly reproached her cousin. "And I think you drank enough last night, Chancy."  

Chancy rose from the bed all breasts and hair. Unlike her slender younger cousin, Chancy was a woman with the soft, generous curves of an hourglass, and head of curly yellow hair that was as big as her ego. She was incredibly beautiful, just as all the women of the Belladonna family were, but she was also selfish and lewd, even now her impeccable looks were marred by a thick coating of dried semen that clung to her breasts and chin. Two of her lovers from the night before slept next to her, one a human male with dark skin and bulging muscle, the other a green orc that was even larger. Neither was handsome, but Chancy rarely looked for beauty in her lovers. She preferred big, fat cocks attached to stupid, aggressive men to anything else, especially personality. 

"I said get me some fucking wine, or else I'm going to find the biggest dildo in this room and shove it up your tight little ass," Chancy growled. 

Nicolette looked around the floor and saw several dozen dildos large enough to hurt, so she grunted and handed her nasty cousin a pitcher of wine and a cup, allowing her blanket to slip down her naked body. Chancy disregarded the cup and took the pitcher straight, tilting it to her succulent lips and chugging it with the expertise of a professional reveler. Only a single splash of wine escaped and spattered onto her breasts, mixing with the sticky residue of semen and running down her milky white tits to her navel. 

Nicolette grunted in disgust, which she did not think was hypocritical at all. She had participated in last night's orgy as well, but she had spent the night either masturbating or making gentle, respectful love with the handsome boy she had brought with her. Chancy on the other hand had acted like a raging slut, sucking every cock and clit in the room, burying her face in a pillow, and allowing anyone who wanted to take a ride on her. Nicolette slipped into the bathroom to wash up, and left Chancy to her hedonism. 

Chancy belched with most unladylike demeanor, and dropped the pitcher to the floor, rolling out of bed on unsteady legs. Her vagina and anus still ached from the pounding she had taken from the many, many cocks the night before, but it was a pleasant ache, the kind of ache she had learned to love. Once, several years ago, she had been more like Nicolette, and showed some civilized discretion in her debauchery, but then she had met the witch Nadia Méchant, and everything changed. Chancy had been tasked with arresting Nadia, and they had fought, but Nadia had won, and with her victory came many long hours of brutal, incessant, mind-breaking sex for Chancy, as Nadia used her and broke her like a cheap, perishable sex-toy. Chancy was left humiliated, ravished, and half insane, but she recovered from her ordeal as most of Nadia's victims did, albeit with a new, insatiable depth of sexual depravity. Even Nicolette had been a bashful virgin when she and Nadia had fist battled, and now she was just a slightly shy slut. 

Chancy hated Nadia, she hated her so much that the though of the witch's long red hair and poisonous green eyes made her want to scream. 

But Chancy banished the thought of that redheaded harlot, not wanting her morning to be ruined by that foul whore's memory. Instead she paced around the massive bedroom and surveyed the damage the orgy had left, and she was very proud to say that it was substantial. 

Furniture was broken, sheets were stained, dozens of wine bottles had been emptied, and hundreds of sex-toys lay discarded and sticky. Some of the participants had already left, but the floor was still littered with unconscious revelers exhausted from a night of wild sex. Chancy nearly stepped on her young cousin Amber, a pretty freckled girl with a flat chest but a pair of puffy lips fashioned by the goddesses for sucking cock. This had been her fist orgy, and Amber had gone a little too hard perhaps, her tight pussy gushing with cum. Chancy also recognized her aunt, Josephine, sprawled over a couch, her mountainous breasts pooled over the hard chest of the boy who had fucked her so thoroughly the night before, his young cock still semi-inflated and wedged in the juicy groove of her vagina. 

It had been a good orgy, one of the best in months, and Chancy had been to so many that she could barely recall whose cock she sucked in whose bed. There was nothing unusual about this type of thing, not in the kingdom of Hedonia, where nothing was valued more than pleasure and power, and life itself was nothing more than the pursuit of those two goals. Those very words had become something of a motto for the Hedonian nation, especially the Belladonna family, of which most of the girls in the room were members. 

"Pleasure and Power."

Chancy chanted that to herself as she admired her curvaceous shape, massaging her large breasts and tenderly touching her swollen pussy. She was a woman built for sex, but beneath those soft, sexual curves there was a litany of muscles, and even the feint outline of battle-scars. Chancy, like Nicolette, were Paladins, the most elite knights and priestesses of the Hedonian Court, and the bodyguards of Queen Nymphoria herself, the Goddess of Pleasure and Power Incarnate. They were as powerful on the field of battle as they were in the bedroom, channeling their battle-magic and sexual energy into the same force. Hedonia was a powerful nation, and it made lesser countries submit to its will in more ways than one. 

Chancy's mother was none other than the Arch-Paladin, the woman tasked not only with commanding the Paladin Order, but also keeping the Queen's bed warm at night, and enviable position, but Chancy knew that the woman who Queen Nymphoria wanted more than anything was the bitch: Nadia Méchant. Capturing Nadia as bringing her to the Queen had been the principal of the Paladins' lives these last few years, and Chancy was really starting to hate it. If it was up to her (and if she was the one to corner Nadia it would be) Nadia would be having a nasty accident long before she could return to Hedonia and work her sexual wiles over the Queen again. No, Chancy wanted Nadia to slip and break her neck, or fall on a dagger, or accidentally stumble in front of dozen arches practicing with poison arrows, or even mistakenly walk into a cave filled with hungry, man-eating ogres; horny ones, who would fuck her, kill her, and ear her; and not necessarily in that order. 

Chancy giggled at the thought of Nadia's death. It excited her. It made her want to masturbate. 

The large golden doors to the room swung open, and in glided a woman of the most angelic and erotic beauty. She was tall, possessed of long slender limbs, but her bust and buttocks swelled with sexual hyperbole. Her shining golden hair cascaded down her back in artful curls and feathers, her blue eyes sparkled like electric sapphires, and her puffy lips were naturally golden. Her only clothing was a diaphanous and transparent golden robe, the perfectly circular rims of her golden nipples plainly visible. Around her thighs and waist was strapped an unusual garment of silver, gold, and studded jewels. Time slowed as she entered the room, the sunshine intensified, and musical singing of the birds outside became almost orgasmic in tone. 

Chancy groaned, years of jealousy and inadequacy poisoning her mood. "Hello . . . sister." 

"Good morning sister Chancy," the golden goddess said through a superior smirk. "You look . . . soiled. Did you have fun demeaning yourself last night like a filthy gutter-slut?"

Chancy sneered. "More than you. See?" Chancy asked, leaning back over a cushioned footrest and spreading her legs, flashing her sister with the sight of her battered, cum-stuffed, hairless pussy, her vulva and clit still swollen from the beating she had taken. "Nothing better than getting fucked by a dozen fat cocks all night long . . . not that you would know anything about that . . . Adelaide."

Adelaide Belladonna, eldest of most beautiful of the Arch-Paladin's daughters, sneered in her own jealous contempt, but even her frown was perfect and beautiful. Unconsciously she reached at the elegant metal plate covering the mound of her vulva, a perfectly shaped covering made of gold and silver, studded with a ludicrously large diamond directly over the site of her clitoris. Tight but comfortable chains of adamantium and mithril wrapped around her faultless curvature of her buttocks instead of digging into the cleavage of her ass. The metal loin-garment was so expertly shaped to her body that it almost looked as though it had been poured over her vulva while molten liquid. The metal undergarment was not a pair of panties though, or a thong, or a sex-toy of any sort. 

Adelaide Belladonna wore a chastity belt. 

"I've been fucked up the ass," Adelaide said, the vulgar words oozing from her refined accent like melted chocolate, thick with guilty pleasure. 

"So have I," Chancy scoffed in her bratty, nasally voice. 

"And my mouth," Adelaide said. "I've tasted every inch of a man's body, and a woman's."

Chancy scooped out a slimy finger's-worth of cum from her vagina and sucked on it, moaning loudly with exaggerated pleasure. "So have I, sister. I've done everything . . . EVERYTHING, and despite all the sex that you've been pretending to have, you still haven't felt what it is to be a woman, something even the ugliest whore knows about. Pathetic. You're almost thirty, and you've never, ever, ever been penetrated. Hell, even shy, timid, spineless little Nicolette's gotten more cock than you."

Adelaide's flawless body was shivering with rage. She looked around the room and surveyed the sloppy aftermath of her sister's orgy, noticing the dozen or so males and their deflated, pussy-soaked cocks. Painful shocks of girlish curiosity and womanly need shook her body, causing her breasts to jiggle and crystal tears to come to her eyes. From the tight confines of her chastity belt gushed a small amount of feminine liquor that trickled down her firm thighs. Chancy saw this and smirked. 

Adelaide was furious with her prissy little sister, and she knew just how to get her revenge. Stepping forward, she reached down with her elegant hands and cupped Chancy's juicy breasts in her palms, squeezing down on the nipples slightly. 

"Wait!" Chancy squealed, knowing what was about to happen. "Don't use your magic on me, I'm-" Chancy suddenly inhaled as an orgasmic wave of energy bolted through her body like a stampede of horny stags. "AAAAAAAGGHHH!"

Chancy came, her pussy erupted with a violent gush of liquid, a literal waterfall of cum draining her body to the point of dehydration, and wracking her fragile mind with a series of orgasms so powerful that it left her nearly concussed. 

Adelaide let her sister go, and Chancy slipped to the floor in a puddle of her own sexual mess, lifelessly gurgling into what would be a brief coma. The expression on her face was a extremity of sexual bliss that it made her look semi-retarded. Adelaide shivered with barely sated jealousy, her fingers tingling with only a small portion of the magical energy she had unleashed upon her sister. Unsatisfied, the elegant and desperately horny woman turned on her heels and strutted out of the room.

#

Queen Nymphoria, the Goddess Incarnate, was lounging in her pavilion by a large swimming pool that was fed by fountains fashioned into the erotic shapes of nymphs and lesser deities, each holding onto vases overflowing with warm water. A few herculean shapes glided through the steaming blue waters of the pool, perfect specimens of masculinity and beauty, the Queen's male concubines. Some were dark skinned, some black, and others pale and blonde, each hand-picked from the most expensive slave breeders in the world, but they were all in perfect health, peak physical condition, and possessed extraordinary sexual stamina. Any one of them was athletic enough to pleasure a small flock of young girls to the point of exhaustion, but it still took at least three of them to keep Queen Nymphoria entertained. 

The cinnamon-skinned Queen was not being entertained by one of her male lovers at the moment though, but instead by one of her warriors. A tall, strong woman with flawless features and long blond hair knelt between the Queen's open legs, skillfully worshiping the monarch's pink pearl until her honey flowed freely and stained the expensive silk pillows beneath her. The warrior-woman has a stern, intimidating face, with clear, cruel blue eyes, and sharp cheekbones, but there was nothing about her that was not enticing as well. The armor she wore was made of gold and mithril, and it elegantly coated her arms and legs, but left her torso and crotch completely naked. It may have looked foolishly misguided to leave the most vital parts of the body so exposed, but the armor of Hedonia's Paladins was valued for its magic, not its physical function. 

The Queen moaned in deep, blissful satisfaction at the efforts of her Arch-Paladin, the Lady Severine, who was her greatest lover save for one . . . but Nadia had not been with her for several years now. 

The Queen's relaxation was intruded upon by the sound of high-heeled shows chipping away angrily at the marble tiles around the pool. Nymphoria looked up to see Severine's daughter Adelaide strutting over, her long legs impaling the ground with aggravated impatience, and her beautiful face marred by a furious frown and stubborn tears. The lovely girl looked tensed and anxious, and Nymphoria knew why. Sunlight danced upon the reflective metal of Adelaide's chastity-belt, and upon the sticky residue of her honey that stained her inner-thighs. The Queen giggled to herself and pushed Severine's face deeper into the swollen folds of her pussy.

"Lady Adelaide!" a handsome young blonde stud greeted the distressed woman as he rose out of the pool, clear rivulets of water cascading done his sculpted chest and abs. He was nervousness but excited, as all men where in the presence of the Arch-Paladin's most beautiful daughter. "I didn't know you would be-"

"Out of my way, concubine," Adelaide growled with disdain, pushing the young man's face away with her palm, shoving him back into the pool. The touch only lasted the briefest of moments, but it was enough to send a penetrating shock of magical energy through the stud's body, igniting a spontaneous orgasm that had his handsome cock spurting thick robes of semen as he fell back into the pool. 

"Your Divine Majesty," Adelaide presented herself, shivering with impatience and thrusting her full bosom out. "I . . . I demand you unlock this belt you put on me!"

"Adelaide!" her mother Severing gasped angrily, coming up from between Nymphoria's legs with sex smeared all over her solemn face. "How dare you speak to your Goddess with such impertinence! You are next in line for the office of Arch-Paladin, you should-"

Severine was interrupted by Nymphoria, who forcefully grabbed her sexual subjugate by the hair and pushed her back into worship. "I didn't say you could stop, Severine. If your tongue has the strength to scold your daughter, then it has the strength to eat more pussy. Now," Nymphoria leaned back and regarded Adelaide with amused condescension, "what's all this about, sweetheart?"

Adelaide huffed childishly and collapsed into the pillows next to her mother, kneeling between her Queen's open legs and resting her cheek on Nymphoria's inner-thigh. The Queen bit her lip as a small shock of sexual energy coursed through her body, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Nymphoria was the earthly incarnation of the Goddess of Pleasure and Power, she could handle any amount of erotic-magic from any sorceress or nymph . . . except that of her lost love; Nadia. That red-haired demoness had been the only lover to ever dominate her . . . ever. 

"I'm twenty-eight years old and still a virgin," Adelaide bemoaned, her hand gliding over her Queen's naked thigh. "It was ten years ago that you put this stupid belt on me, and ever since then I've watched my little sisters and cousins become women. I've had to listen to them giggle and gossip about every cock in the kingdom; about who is the biggest, and the fattest, and the hardest, and who cums the most. I can't stand it anymore. Anal doesn't satisfy me. Nothing satisfies me. I can't even sleep a full night without wetting the bed, and some days I can barely walk. It isn't fair. It's torture."

Nymphoria sighed sympathetically, and cupped Adelaide cheek in her hand, wiping away a single tear with her thumb. She pulled Adelaide up until the young woman's firm breasts rolled over her own, and their erect nipples playfully jousted. Nymphoria kissed Adelaide, and for once it was Adelaide who was shocked by a bolt of sexual energy, as her own wild, chaotic power was overcome by the Queen's erotic divinity. Adelaide whimpered and fidgeted against her monarch's cinnamon-skinned body, grinding her metal-plated crotch fruitlessly against Nymphoria's soft thighs. The Queen grabbed the younger woman's buttocks and squeezed, playfully tugging at the tight chains that held the chastity-belt in place, causing Adelaide to almost scream with tortured excitement, and her pussy began to gush cum all over her mother's head..

"Adelaide," Nymphoria whispered, breaking away from the kiss. "Look at what you did to that poor boy."

Adelaide bit her lip and turned. The blonde concubine she had touched was laying unconscious by the side of the pool, his muscular chest beating like a drum, and his erect cock still twitching painfully with a dry orgasm, his testicles' full worth all ready exhausted. He probably would have drowned had his fellow concubines not fished him out of the warm water. She had left her sister Chancy in a similar state of devastation. A single touch, and even a talented sexual warrior was left as helpless and broken as a yearling mare mounted by a dozen wild stallions in a row. 

"It's been like that since the day you were born," Nymphoria whispered through a smile. "Your mother's screams of labor during your delivery were not out of pain, but of excruciating pleasure. You were birthed during a flood of orgasms the likes of which my own mother suffered when I was born. You've been blessed by the Goddess, your body is filled with her righteous power, and it radiates from you like the light from a star."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 12



Adelaide blushed and continued to grind against the queen. Her childhood had been very awkward and challenging because of the way her presence excited people. Her teachers had lusted after her, and her friends had all become obsessed with her. Boys and girls would seemed to lose their breath as she walked by, their eyes would grow sleepy and cloudy, and more than a few achieved their first orgasms when Adelaide attempted any casual physical contact at all, even something as harmless as holding hands.  

"But unlike me, I could tell that you had no control over your power," Nymphoria continued. "You may not remember, but on the night you discovered masturbation the castle shook as if from an earthquake, and the fist time you brought yourself to climax you set your bedroom on fire. I grew concerned that if you ever experienced a truly powerful orgasm you might destroy yourself. Unlike me, I do not believe your body could sustain the full force of the power within you. So, not long after your eighteenth birthday, I had this chastity-belt bond to your body and sealed in place by a powerful enchantment. It represses your power, if only partially, and spares your life at the cost of your pleasure."

"It isn't working," Adelaide cried, now humping Nymphoria's leg with a fury that would hurt a lesser woman than the Queen. "I . . . I can feel my body breaking. It hurts. I'm so horny that it literally hurts."

Nymphoria touched her fingertips to the large jewel embedded over Adelaide's virgin flower. The surface of the diamond-like stone was perfectly smooth and warm, but Nymphoria could sense a subtle, deep vibration from within. It was this gem, a 'lockstone' that held the enchantment in place, and kept Adelaide's chaotic power in check. When Nymphoria had placed it upon the young woman ten years ago she had expected it to last for all eternity, but to her surprise she discovered that Adelaide was right, the stone was breaking, and it was breaking from within. Although it might continue to hold for another year, Nymphoria was positive that it was going to shatter, and when it did, the sudden release of power would certainly destroy Adelaide, and likely anyone else standing near her as well. 

"I need to consider this," Nymphoria said, her voice rising a bit as Severine brought her near to climax. "But first . . . mmm . . . get you your knees and help your mother make me cum." 

Adelaide kissed her Queen on the cheek, and then glided her body down beside her mother. Severine broke from her duty just long enough to give her eldest daughter a deep, appreciative kiss, and then the two went to work on Nymphoria's chocolate pussy in tandem, their strong tongues flicking and penetrating all the right places at all the right moments. 

The Queen's light brown, cinnamon skin grew beaded with sweat, her puffy lips quivered with pleasure, and her dark nipples pearled with two small drops of milk as her orgasm broke free. She leaned back and wailed at the sky, her body rolling over the silken pillows, her hand roughly yanking at her servants' blonde hair, pushing them harder into her erupting cunt until her hot cum surged over their faces and into their warm, waiting mouths.

"YEESSS!!!" Nymphoria screamed, unleashing an ethereal wave of sexual magic from her body, provoking a cascading series of orgasms from every warm body within a mile's radius. Her concubines all fell twitching to their knees, their fat cocks spurting like champagne bottles. Her maids squealed and clenched their legs together as they gushed cum all over the carpets they had just been cleaning. Her guards tried their best to remain stoic at their posts, but even the strongest of them dropped their spears and reached wildly for their erupting genitals. When Nymphoria climaxed, her kingdom climaxed with her, even Adelaide, who came so hard that cum sprayed uncontrollable from the tight seal of her chastity-belt, leaving her an exhausted, soiled mess. 

Before Adelaide lost consciousness though, Nymphoria leaned down and whispered into her ear "When you wake up, join me in my war-room," but it would be hours before the blissful paladin had the strength to walk again. 

#

The sun was already setting by the time Adelaide strutted into Nymphoria's war-room, a massive circular chamber filled with trophies and looted treasure from over a hundred rival kingdoms. Dragon skulls an animal skins hung from the walls, and the broken crowns of lesser kings were displayed in glass cases. In a giant birdcage by the door was a most spectacular trophy claimed by Severine on her campaign against the Southern Nomads: an ebony skinned princess. She was pampered and well-fed, but the dark-skinned savage was kept bound and gagged at all times, and was only taken out of her cage for some daily exercise, or when Severine wanted some particularly sadistic entertainment. 

The black princess moaned and wiggled as Adelaide walked passed, trying desperately to communicate for pity, but Adelaide barely even noticed the enslaved foreigner. She may have been a princess once, but know she was barely a piece of furniture. If Adelaide had stopped to consider the poor girl's sexual enslavement for a moment she would have certainly felt pity, but that was not the way the Hedonians saw the world. If a Hedonian came across a wounded stranger on the road, even if it was a dirty peasant, they might stop to help; but if they passed by their own sister in a brothel, her arms and legs bound by chains and her every orifice stuffed with ravishing cocks, the Hedonian would likely do nothing. The weak deserved to be enslaved, and once enslaved, they were worth no more consideration than any other toy. 

Adelaide had returned to her room to bathe and change into her magical armor, since it would have been rude to present herself to the Queen in her war-room while not in full regalia. Adelaide's armor was like her mother's: elegantly shaped to the natural curves of her body, covering her long arms and legs, but only cupping her large breasts and leaving her toned stomach and buttocks completely naked, other than then perpetual chastity-belt. Diamonds in her pauldrons, gauntlets, and shinguards glowed with enchanted light, and it was the magic in these gems that would protect her body from weapons, flames, and curses, rather than the materiel of the armor itself, which existed purely for decoration. The Hedonians were a proud, arrogant, and vain culture, and to them beauty was infinity more valuable than function.

Her mother and the Queen waited for her by a massive war-table with a gigantic map spread over it, each of them in their ceremonial armor as well. The Queen's war-dress was truly spectacularly, being made of interlinking gemstones painstakingly cut by a dozen master dwarves, covering only her nipples, vulva, and joints. Her curly brown hair was held up in a artfully messy bun by several long pins, each tipped with a precious stone as large as a man's knuckle. Her swan-like neck was more covered than any other part of her body, as she was covered from chin to collarbone in tight necklaces and chokers made of pearls and sapphires. 

"You Divine Majesty," Adelaide presented herself to the Queen with a curtsy. "Mother." 

"Adelaide, come here," the Queen said with a radiant, paralyzing smile.

Adelaide did as she was told and the Queen warmly wrapped her arm around the Paladin's waist, provoking a gasp of excitement from Adelaide. Everything about Nymphoria was purely and almost unbearably orgasmic. The sound of her voice tickled, the scent of her skin intoxicated, and it was said by a few lucky lovers that even her cum tasted like sparkling white whine. Adelaide had trouble thinking straight when she was this close to her cinnamon-skinned Queen, and it took all of her strength not to fall to her knees and pathetically hump the ground like a horny dog. 

"I believe I've devised a solution to your problem, and one of my own. I believe we'll be killing more than two birds with this stone," the Queen laughed to herself. "You were right earlier. The lockstone on her chastity-belt is breaking, and when it does, the sudden release of your power is probably going to kill you."

"Then what . . . what can I do?" Adelaide asked, breathing heavily, her breasts pumping like a bellow. 

"We'll need something . . . or someone . . . to absorb your sexual power when the chastity-belt in unlocked. We'll need a vessel that can hold that much sexual power without being destroyed by it. For example, it could be my own body that accepts your power. When we take off this nasty little pussy-blocker we'll have to get you into my bed as quickly as possible, and I could spend the next few days slowly fucking the excess power out of you, or at least until you're able to handle it yourself."

"We . . . we're going to have sex?" Adelaide bit her lip with excitement. To so much as be touched by the Goddess was a greater honor than any living person deserved. Adelaide knees started to buckle with the thought of spending a whole weekend with the Goddess herself.

"Well, I'm sure your mother would be adapt enough to receive the power, or maybe a team of paladins working together, but I think that our royal person should handle this matter directly," Nymphoria smiled and winked, playfully referring to herself in the third-person with a small bit of irreverence.

"A-a-a-absolutely," Adelaide stuttered, her nipples and clit perking up at the thought. "Can we . . . can we get started now?"

Nymphoria laughed. "Well, there's the trouble. You see, the only way to safely remove the lockstone on your chastity-belt is by using the corresponding keystone that was used to make the enchantment in the first place. Making lockstones is rather easy, and that one over your virgin vagina in from a set of twelve I had made years ago, but they all used the same keystone."

"So . . . so where's the keystone?" Adelaide asked, trembling with the realization that she was in fact not about to have the best sex of her life. She had the very unsettling thought that a quest was going to be involved in all this.

Nymphoria blushed and looked away. "Most of them were used to secure treasure troves I have hidden throughout the kingdom. The others . . . well . . . you see . . . I had been planning on using five of the other lockstones to bind a particularly wild lover of mine into my service forever. One stone for each of her wrists, one for each of her ankles, and one for her throat. I disguised the stones as jewelry which I gave to her piece by piece over the course of a year, but she must have guessed what I was up to, because when the time came to lock the stones in place she abandoned me, and looted my royal horde and library on her way out. Along with countless royal artifacts and priceless tomes of lore, she also took the keystone with her. I don't know what's happened to it since."

Adelaide felt a sinking in her stomach, and a tear came to her electric blue eyes. "My Queen . . . we are talking about Nadia Méchant . . . aren't we."

Nymphoria bit her lip to stop from smiling, but her smile shone through, and she blushed. "Yes. Good luck."

#

"I want to come with you," Chancy said, lounging lazily against her big sister's bed, wearing nothing but an open bathrobe, her milky skin still glistening with lotion from her bath. 

"Why? You hate spending time with me," Adelaide asked while packing her saddlebags with food, tools, climbing gear, rain gear, and several sets of expensive lingerie. No true Hedonian woman would ever be caught without a some sexy sleepwear in case a handsome guest needed to be entertained. 

"Not nearly as much as I hate that bitch, Nadia. Besides, you've never faced her before, and I've fought her over a dozen times by now."

"Yes, and every single one of those times ended with you getting your ass handed to you, if I remember correctly."

Chancy huffed and pouted. Her soft, cherubic cheeks had a way of swelling when she was upset, and right now they were so inflated it looked like she was smuggling nuts in them. Turning away, Chancy began to pry through her sisters things, conspicuously rustling through her drawers and cabinets, tossing a few pieces of cute lingerie around. Chancy's open bathrobe slipped down her voluptuous body and she didn't bother to pick it back up. Shamelessly she began to absently stroke the puffy mound of her vulva, teasing her hairless pussy and substantially plump clit.

"Don't you have any dildos?" Chancy asked impatiently. "I don't want to have to go all the way to my room just to get off."

"I have little need for dildos, sister, as you already know," Adelaide grumbled, turning around and thrusting her waist out a little, if only to remind Chancy about the chastity-belt. "I have a fer anal-plugs and a string of large beads, but I've already packed them."

Chancy whined like a child and jumped onto her big sister's bed, her breasts bouncing joyfully from the soft impact of her body against the feather-stuffed mattress. She wiggled herself into a curvaceous groove and slowly spread her legs, her hands teasing at the sensitive mound of her vulva, her pink lips swelling with lust. Chancy was genuinely horny and happily prepared to bring herself to a wet, messy orgasm all over her sister' bed, but she was also showing off. Chancy's cherubic face was perverted into an evil little smirk, and she looked intently into Adelaide's face as she masturbated. Chancy was showing off. She wanted her stupid, statuesque, perfect big sister to see just how wonderful it was to have a wet pussy to play with, something Adelaide hadn't known for ten years. 

Adelaide's fists were shaking at her sides. She was biting her tongue to stop herself from screaming, but she couldn't stop the jealous tears that rolled hotly done her high cheekbones. 

"She's got friends you know," Chancy said, breathing heavily as she pushed a finger into the warm embrace of her honey-blossom. A small gush of cum trickled out and left a dark stain on Adelaide's comforter. "She has two apprentices, a pair of fraternal twins, a brother and a sister. The girl's name is Lily, and she is a stubborn little bitch, let me tell you. I made the mistake of underestimating her once because she had no particular skill or magical abilities, and it ended with me getting about half of her boot up my cunt . . . literally. I forget the boy's name. Pod, or Pat, or Pam or something. He's a total pushover, but he's got a fat dick for such a petite boy, which is what Nadia keeps him around for. She tied me up once and fucked him up the ass with a strap-on dildo while he fucked me. Nadia kept going until the boy and I were both unconscious, and when I woke up I found that she had tied my waist to the boy's, and his cock was still impaled a good eight inches up my butt."

"I slew a Minotaur when I was fourteen," Adelaide bragged, "I think I can handle two children." She said this with a feigned, cocky smile, but it was obviously to Chancy that Adelaide would have traded all the Minotaurs in the world for one night without a chastity-belt.

"Her castle is filled with monsters and nymphs, all of whom are loyal to her," Chancy continued. "She has a homunculus and a golem serving as her handmaids, her guard-dogs are werewolves, and she apparently rents the attic of her guest-house to some rather wild vampire lesbians. And she is always entertaining, they say. And endless parade of handsome, virile guests from all over the world visit her home and her bed, all of them kings and knights and wizards. Once the Queen sent a group of mercenaries called the Bad Ass Bitch Ninja Clan to attack her castle, and they were all done in by one of Nadia's lovers who was staying over. Cock-blocking the wrong champion from his favorite pussy can be quite dangerous, sister, which you would know if you weren't equipped with your own perpetual cock-blocker." Chancy snickered evilly and then moaned loudly. She was getting really excited now. Her nipples were so erect that they poked up nearly an inch, and they were now so sensitive that Chancy could barely even touch them. Teasing Adelaide was getting her hot, hotter than she had been in a while. 

"I'm not so foolish as to attack the witch in her own castle," Adelaide sneered. "I slew a dragon when I was sixteen, and a giant when I was eighteen. In both cases I did not stumble blindly into their liars as so many foolish blowhards had done before me. I drew the monsters out, and trapped them in a battlefield of my choosing."

"But have you . . . OH," Chancy squealed, suddenly squirting a small orgasm. "But have you ever slain a demon?" 

Adelaide said nothing. 

"Of course you haven't, and Nadia is never without her demonic familiar, a slutty little succubus who can either take the form of a nubile young woman, or a slinky black cat. Even if you somehow manage to match Nadia in battle, you'll have to worry about her little sex-spirit getting you from behind."

"Demons can be banished, bound, or destroyed," Adelaide said moving to the wall. "Once the demon has been slain, Nadia will lose her magical connection to the realms of Hell, and with it most of her power. I am prepared for this battle, and I am going to relish obliterating Nadia's succubus into nothingness . . . I and Judgment."

As Adelaide said this she flung back a satin curtain which concealed her most cherished and beloved possession, her personal weapon, a massive war-hammer she called Judgment. Most Paladins went into battle wielding delicate rapiers, spears, whips, or stilettos with graceful skill, dancing through the battlefield like vengeful ballerinas, but Adelaide had always been a head taller than the other Paladins in her class, and the well-toned muscles of her thighs spoke of a greater level of physical strength than most of her dainty, agile peers. She and the curvaceous Chancy had that in common at least. Chancy was a bruiser of a combatant, preferring hammers and maces to bludgeon her foes into submission, but even she could not wield a titanic sledge like Judgment.

Adelaide's war-hammer was over fifty pounds of solid golden mithril, molded by a master dwarf in an ancient furnace that was fueled by the fires of an enslaved dragon. Judgment's handle was nearly five feet in length, and every inch of it was engraved with magic runes that enhanced the wielder's strength and immunity to magic. The head of the war-hammer was especially unique: a large turquoise gem that had been blessed and enchanted by the late Queen Nymphillia herself, Nymphoria's mother. Queen Nymphillia had granted the weapon to her Arch-Paladin, Adelaide's grandmother Seraphina Belladonna, who passed it own to Adelaide herself. 

A single swing from Judgment was enough to punch through a reinforced siege-wall, or crush a giant's head like an egg, and the magic that saturated it dispelled curses and foul influences. With this hammer Adelaide was a veritable juggernaut of Hedonian superiority, and with it she would smash Nadia's succubus into oblivion, and then smite the witch low. Chancy had failed to capture Nadia over a dozen times, but Adelaide would not fail once.

"Bring me honor, Judgment," Adelaide whispered, kissing her golden lips against the massive turquoise gem. Her tongue glided over the gem's surface, and she channeled a small amount of her inherent sexual-power into it, as if she were stoking a fire, and the gem responded with a soft, eldritch glow. Her chastity-belt had always kept Adelaide from developing any intimate relationships with men, but Judgment had always been there for her. The brutal weapon was the closest thing to a boyfriend she had ever had. 

"Talking to your fucking hammer again," Chancy laughed erotically, now closer than ever to her climax. She wouldn't admit it aloud, but the fact that she was masturbating in her sister's bed was turning her on. The thought that it was her cunt-honey staining the sheets before Adelaide's could made her even wetter, and for once she felt superior to her perfect big sis. Adelaide has always been smarter than Chancy, prettier than Chancy, more popular in school than Chancy, and more loved by their mother than Chancy, but when it came to sex Chancy was miles ahead of 'Princess Perfect.' "You're so fucking lame, sis. You're really going to need my help on this quest."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 12



"You won't be coming," Adeliade said, turning around with a domineering scowl on her radiant face. She was smiling though . . . wickedly. "You will be 'cumming' though."

"What do you-" Chancy tried to ask, but she was interrupted when Adeliade grabbed her thighs and spread them open. 

The forcefulness of Adelaide's prying hands was sudden and uncomfortable, and Chancy cried out in pain as the muscles of her buttocks stained awkwardly. As her legs were pushed down, he plump pussy was pushed up, and the swollen mound gushed with juice like an overripe peach. Adelaide was smiling with a demonic grin that disturbingly reminded Chancy of Nadia, and she leaned down into her sister's groin. 

Adelaide had never done this with Chancy before, so Chancy didn't believe it was happening, not until Adelaide's tongue softly pushed against her wet lips, and then pushed its way inside.

"Ad-ad-ad-Adelaide! St . . . STOP!" Chancy cried, her whole body suddenly shivering with a level of sexual tension that her feeble mind could not yet process. Chancy had witnessed grievous wounds on the battlefield, warriors losing their limbs or being impaled on jagged spears, but for a few horrifying moments the wound was not felt, and the warrior might even look at their own severed arm for a good while before feeling the pain. Chancy felt like that right now. She was watching Adelaide rip her apart, and she simply didn't feel the pain yet. 

Then the tip of Adelaide's tongue found Chancy's engorged g-spot, and she felt the pain. 

"AAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Chancy screamed, her back arching off of the bed so radically that her spine looked ready to snap. Her breasts bounced on her chest, her eyes rolled back into her skull, and her tongue wiggled out of her mouth like it was trying to escape. She came over Adelaide's face with a salty explosion of cum, but Adelaide did not relinquish her oral-grip on her little sister's pussy. She sucked, licked, and even bit down a little, swallowing the cum as it filled her mouth. Even without her overwhelming sexual-energy, Adelaide was tongue-fucking Chancy hard enough to put her to sleep. With the power, Adelaide was going to put Chancy into a coma. 

After several long minutes of this, Adelaide broke away, spat out the last mouthful of cum over Chancy's vacant face, and finished packing her supplies. Chancy did not stop cumming though, and her unconscious body continued to twitch and spasm like a dying animal, her cunt periodically gushing with another painful ejaculation. She was going to be like this for the next several hours, Adelaide figured, and giggled at the thought of her sister's long recuperation.

"We can do this by ourselves," Adelaide whispered to her war-hammer, stroking the turquoise gem. "Together we are going to defeat Nadia Méchant, and we are going to break her."

#

In the bustling port city of Sailorsbay where sailors and ships from all around the Warm Sea took landing, there was a particularly tucked-away little pub called The Slutty Shadow, whose erotically suggestive sign was carved in the shape of a curvaceous woman kneeling on her hands a knees with her well-rounded posterior sticking out, but even the sign could not be seen from any of the main streets. The Slutty Shadow was hidden in an alley inside of another alley, and to even get past the front door you needed to know the password which could be learned from any harlot or prostitute in town, if they chose to tell you. 

The Slutty Shadow was a dark, comfortable, and quiet haven for clientele looking for the most discreet of services. Spoiled nobles with the most perverse afflictions sought satisfaction here. Greedy men could hires thieves in this pub who were as slippery and silent as an oily shadow, who left no trace or clue behind. Even an assassin or to hung around, and although their services were the most expensive, they were also the surest method around to make sure someone had an 'accident' at a convenient time.

Raquel had been working at The Slutty Shadow as a waitress and 'entertainer' for a while now, long enough to know a regular from a newbie, a talented whore from a clumsy one, and which of the tall-tale-telling bastards who constantly hit on her was actually worth fucking. Of course, she had to fuck every single one of them once to learn, but by now she knew which of these men was just some over-muscled, premature-ejaculating baby, and which was a proper stud who could nail her pussy to the wall and beat the shit out of it if he wanted to. 

Raquel had been feeling a little horny today, and by a little, Raquel meant a LOT, and her body showed it. She was a very good looking girl, a little short but well proportioned, with shiny tan skin and short brown hair. She had been working from the days he could walk, so the muscles in her legs and core were well-toned and strong, but not bulging. What did bulge were her breasts, which were two large round spheres of firm, succulent, perky femininity that bounced on her chest with every talented stride of her strong legs. Raquel loved her tits, and she only wore tight bustiers that showed off at least half or more of her brilliant cleavage. Her ass was something too, a small but round and bubble rump of solid muscle, smooth and graceful, but strong enough to crack a walnut. 

But if Raquel had one quality about herself that was her favorite, it was her lips. Raquel had inherited her mother's lips: a pair of thick, puffy, juicy pillows of flesh that seemed almost swollen because they were so big and plump. And they weren't just for show either. Raquel could give a man a ten-second blow-job more satisfying than an month-long orgy. She could suck the meat out of a lobster, or the rust of an old pipe. Raquel loved her lips, and she loved using them. All she needed was the right cock to work with, one that was fat and long and pulsing with veins, one that was dark and salty, strong enough to last but sensitive enough to feel every little thing she could do with her tongue and cheeks.  

Raquel looked around the room, selecting which lucky stud was going to get the Raquel-special, and she saw her favorite right away. 

Aljak was a dastardly handsome thief, assassin, and all around charismatic heart-breaking stud. Dark brown skin, sparkling brown eyes, messy black hair, baby-smooth face, and a musculature that was hard but lithe, like a bronze statue of an acrobat. He wore an open vest to show off the artwork of his pectorals and abs, and a very loose fitting set of red pantaloons that did very little to hide the generous bulging between his legs, where Raquel knew the most beautiful penis in the world hung, one that despite her best efforts, she had never known to ever become completely flaccid. Aljak was a ball of fire and energy barely contained within a perfect male body, and his sexuality seemed to waft around him like incense from a burner.

Aljak was an insatiable young man, he had been since the fist day he set foot in Sailorsbay, a for that first wild year there wasn't a bank he didn't steal from, a noble family he didn't assassinate a member of, or a piece of hot pussy he didn't let by without a good, hard fucking. That was when he had fist taken Raquel, who had been dating a handsome but dull guardsman named Rode at the time. Aljak knocked her boyfriend out with unsportsmanlike sucker-punch, ripped off her dress, and pulled her into a dirty alley where he fucked her against the wall like a cheap slut. He left her exhausted and gushing with cum, forever loyal to him as her knew sexual paragon, even though to him she was barely a distraction. 

Rode had felt humiliated though, especially since the one time Raquel and he made love after Aljak ravished her, she was unable to cum. Compared to Aljak, making love to Rode was like going from whiskey to water. Rode foolishly challenged Aljak to a duel, and lost. It had barely been a fight at all, and after toying with the guardsman a bit, Aljak slit his throat and stabbed him in the heart while in the public square, where duels were legal and protected by the law. Raquel had cried, but more for her own sake than Rode's, whose bleeding corpse just seemed pitiful and flabby compared to the arrogant, sexy boy who killed him. 

That night Raquel went to the cheap hotel room Aljak had been staying in, waiting for him to finish making love to his girlfriends (all four of them), and then sneaked in, clutching a dagger with which she fully intended to kill the arrogant theif with. But when she saw him laying there, in his dirty sex-stained bed, with the fatigued bodies of four young women piled around him, and the way the moonlight sparkled over his chiseled, virile body, and that wet, plump, throbbing young cock of his, Raquel was unable to kill him, and instead she just watched him, touching herself pitiably.

Aljak woke up of course, twisted the knife out of her hand, and then fucked her brains out until the sun came up and she was too delirious with orgasmic exhaustion to even remember her own name. 

Aljak was Raquel's favorite.

Unfortunately it seemed he was entertaining someone at the moment. From a corner of the booth he was sitting in, Raquel could see a pair of very long, pale, feminine legs underneath the table, but who they were attached to she couldn't see. Aljak was smiling from ear to ear though, that bright, breath-taking smile that was as sharp as a knife and could cut right into a woman's pussy like one. The thought of Aljak's smiling face was all Raquel ever needed to achieve orgasm when she masturbated, and the thought that some other woman was making him smile this much really pissed her off. 

There was a bag of gold on the table, and Raquel saw the pale woman drop another hefty purse in front of Aljak's smiling face. It spilled over not only with gold, but small diamonds as well. This woman was rich, incredibly so, and she was obviously propositioning Aljak's services for something, but what?

Aljak was a talented young man. His services as a thief, assassin, and lover where all highly in demand, since he was arguably the most talented of all three varieties in Sailorsbay. If you wanted something stolen, Aljak could get it. If you wanted someone dead, Aljak was the deadliest. If you wanted to get your pussy put down like a rabid dog, brought back to life, and killed again, Aljak was the only dick for you. From the looks of how much this woman was willing to pay him, it seemed she might be hiring Aljak for all three. 

Raquel strutted up and leaned into the booth, making sure her perky brown cleavage hung right in Aljak's face. 

"Hey stud," she said in her huskiest voice. "Are you busy."

"Actually, yes," Aljak said in his irresistible foreign accent. His hand came up and cupped one of her firm tits, but he wasn't groping her. He was pushing her away. "I'm with a client right now."

Raquel actually squeaked a little she was so pissed. She hated being rejected, and the fact that it was Aljak made her heart literally hurt, not like it was breaking, but more like it was on fire. 

"Actually," a warm, smooth, womanly voice oozed through the air, sounding like audible rum. "I would enjoy a glass of wine. Can this slut fetch me one?"

Aljak tilted his head to the bar, telling Raquel to go get some wine. "None for me, thanks."

Raquel's heart was beating so hard that her breasts jiggled. Her fingers were twitching with rage. She turned to look at Aljak's client, ready to claw her eyes out, but Raquel couldn't see the woman's eyes. She was leaning back in the darkest part of the booth, with a dark green hood over the top half of her face, revealing only a wickedly attractive smile on a porcelain, aristocratic face. Around her neck and shoulders cascaded locks of long aurburn hair that was neither brown nor red but still seemed to radiate with warm fiery light. The robes she wore were incredibly revealing, even for the skimpy styles of Slavorsbay, and the entirety of her front was left bare down past her navel, revealing two heaving, milky white breasts that seemed to just explode from the woman's otherwise slender body. Something about her posture implied that she was an older woman, easily old enough to be Aljak's mother, but her skin was a smooth and bright as polished ivory, and her massive breasts held aloft with impossible perkiness for their size and weight. 

"I'll be right back," Raquel hissed, and retreated. The strange beauty of the woman's physique stunned her a little. Raquel was only 23, but the wear-and-tear of her lifestyle was starting to show on her tight, sexy body. Her bubble butt at some pockmarks from sitting on splintered wood, her eyes always had bags under them from lack of sleep, and her breasts had a few scars from the nights she let her lovers get a little too wild. The woman with the auburn hair in the green robe couldn't have been younger than 40, maybe even 50, but her body looked as crisp as a freshly sculpted piece of marble.

Raquel poured the woman a cup of the pub's cheapest red wine, which wa basically sour grape-juice, and the sauntered back over, rocking her body with so much sexy swagger that all the men in the room got hard from just the sight . . . all the men but Aljak that was, who hadn't taken his eyes off the green-robed woman for a second. 

"Here's your wine . . . OOPS!" Raquel said with a bratty, obvious tone as she poured the cheap wine directly onto the woman's head. The watery liquid splashed down her hood, washed over her face, and rolled down her giant bosom in little red rivers, a small pool of wine forming in her tight navel.

Despite being insulted so blatantly, and her expensive robes ruined by cheap swill, the woman barely reacted at all. In fact, other than chuckling a little and licking her lips she didn't even move. 

"Raquel! The FUCK!" Aljak yelled, his handsomely boyish face turning a darker shade of brown as he blushed with anger. "What are you doing? You just insulted my client, and ruined her fine robes!"

"Don't blame her," the woman said, surprisingly calmly. "It's not the slut's fault she's so clumsy. I'm sure that whatever little cognitive ability she has is compromised by her current arousal. Just look at the way her nipples are poking through that thick leather bustier, or the way her knees shake a little when she looks at you. Hell, I can practically smell how wet her pussy is from here. Stupid slut must be so horny she can barely walk, poor dear."

Raquel shivered with rage, but she couldn't deny it. The woman was right about her. She was jealous, horny, and angry; three emotions that Raquel had never been known to handle well. 

"And don't worry about the robes," the woman said. "They are expensive, probably worth more than this slut's dirty pussy will make her in a lifetime, but I have many more back in my carriage."

The woman than did something that made Raquel's heart nearly explode. The woman leaned up from her seat, thrusting her mammoth tits out over the table, and let the wet robes slip off of her voluptuous, bosomy body. She was naked underneath, and her erect nipples sprang up the moment the robe's hem flicked by them. Her waist was narrow and tight with strong muscles flexing slightly beneath the temptingly soft flesh of her thighs and buttocks, like a dancer spoiled on a diet of beef and goose-liver. What really struck Raquel was the woman's eyes though. They were green, green like electric emeralds, and her large eyelids were delicately painted a soft shade of red, extenuating her natural beauty to almost surreal levels. 

With a haughty, prideful smile of implacable confidence, the woman leaned back into her seat, spreading out her long limbs and allowed the two shocked youngsters to look over her lewd, salacious body. 

"Aljak," the woman said, rolling the boy's name over her tongue like it was a piece of candy, "would you like this slut to suck your dick?" 

Aljak was so hypnotized by the woman's erect nipples and plump pussy that he almost didn't answer. "She's sucked my dick before."

"That's not what I asked," the woman said, sounding more dominant now. "I asked if you want her to suck your dick right now."

Aljak looked Raquel over like she was consolation prize, and although it hurt her feelings deeply she didn't blame him. Raquel had never felt so inadequate before, or humiliated by the mere presence of another woman. Aljak had fucked dozens of other girls since she had met him, many of them prettier and wealthy than her, noble girls and even a tribal princess once, but she had never felt inferior to any of those prissy blonde bimbos. Raquel had always felt that her pussy was as tight and hot as any of theirs, and she knew she could suck a better cock than any of them, but this woman, she made Raquel feel like a broken, soiled piece of trash. 

Aljak shrugged at the thought of Raquel. "I've taken her by force before, but if I'm going to fuck a whore than I really should pay her, and I'm a little broke at the moment."

"Don't worry," the woman said. "I'll pay."

The woman reached into the purse and pulled out two coins, but they weren't made of gold, or even silver. They were two coins of dirty copper, not even enough to buy a decent meal. The woman tossed the coins at the ground by Raquel's feet, and then she snapped her fingers.

"Probably more than your worth," the woman hissed. "Now get on your knees and suck this boy's cock. I want Aljak to be in a good mood when I make my offer."

Raquel wanted to save her lest drop of dignity and leave, but something kept her there. Shame? Lust? Defeat? She couldn't tell, but she was crying as she slipped to her knees and crept underneath the table, hitting her head as she slunk between Aljak's legs. She reached up and tugged at his belts, slipping his baggy pants down and exposing his smooth, muscular thighs.

Her hand grazed over something hot and thick, a muscle that was pulsing with wild, dangerous energy. She gasped in awe as Aljak's cock sprang up from his waist, nine solid inches of hard, insatiable young cock, the foreskin peeling away from the bulbous head as it began to swell with blood. He was already so fat that she couldn't get her figners completely around him, but he was still soft enough that she could bend his penis down to her mouth, and she gave him a reverent little kiss right on his urethra. He smelled salty and strong, his own masculine musk still mixed with the taste of the last girl he broke in. Raquel began to gently stroke him and lick her tongue up and down his beautiful shaft. His balls were heavy but his scrotum was tight, and she kissed him hard against his sack, filling her senses with his salty taste. In moment, his cock was so rigid that she couldn't bend anymore, and it stuck up so high that it tipped the table over. 

Raquel had to re-position herself just to get her lips around him, and forgetting her humiliation for one moment she began to happily bob her head up and down like a ball in Aljak's lap. Her humiliation returned though when she felt the woman put her naked feet up across the her ass. The woman was using Raquel like she was a footstool, and although that brought tears of rage to her eyes, she did not stop sucking Aljak's massive tool. 

"Do you know what this is?" the woman asked, taking a large crystal from her bag and placing it on the table. It was splendidly cut but rather plain looking, obviously more of a quartz than a diamond, but an experienced thief like Aljak knew what it was right away. 

"A keystone," he said. He put his hands on the back of Raquel's head and pushed down, forcing her to take more of his cock. She gagged a little but did not resist him. 

"The greatest treasures in the world are often protected by lockstones," the woman said. "The enchantments upon which are almost impossible to break, even for a sorceress as talented as I am. The easiest way to open a lockstone is to use its corresponding keystone, which I have right here."




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 12



"So what do you need me for?" Aljak said, shaking Raquel's head back and forth almost abusively. "You already have the keystone, that should be the hard part."

"Only it isn't," The woman said, roughly planting one of her feet on the back of Raquel's head, rocking her back and forth. Now she was controlling the rhythm, and to Raquel's shame it seemed that Aljak was enjoying the blowjob more now. His already rock-hard cock twitched and grew harder, driving down her gullet at a painful angle. "The chest I'm looking for is held tight by a lockstone, yes, but that chest happens to be in a temple loaded with more dispel-charms than this slut here as pubic-lice, so a sorceress like me would be at a particular disadvantage. Also, the temple is on a small island with an active volcano on it. Also, the temple is filled with warrior-priestesses dedicated to the Hedonian Cult of the Goddess of Pleasure and Power . . . and they're not going to be happy to see me."

"So you want me to-"

"Take a small boat to the island and navigate past the lava-flows, infiltrate the temple without getting caught by any of the priestesses, use the keystone to open the chest, get the treasure inside, and then came back to me while I wait a safe distance on a small, uninhabited island a quarter-mile off."

Aljak moaned a little, partly because of Raquel fervently slurping on his cock so hard she was making his balls bounce, but also with the thrill of challenge. It had been over a year since he had even left Sailorsbay, and recently he was worrying that city life was making him soft. Coin was easy to make and the pussy was plentiful, so this would be the perfect job to shake things up a bit. He was almost willing to do it just for fun, but of course Aljak knew that when you were the best at something you should never do it for free, and Aljak was confident that the was the best at everything. 

"It'll cost you substantially," he said to the woman, pushing down on Raquel's head in excitement. She was now blue in the cheeks for lack of oxygen. 

"I'm willing to pay you three purses of gold," she said, leaning over and carelessly putting the full weight of her breasts against Raquel, who was now losing consciousness. "Plus . . . my undying . . . unyielding . . . generous . . . bounteous . . . gratitude," she said, letting each word ooze from her lips like it was warm honey. 

"I . . . I accept," Aljak said, gasping as his cock just now began to shiver and quake with spasms of per-release.

"Excellent," the woman said, leaning in so close that her breasts poured over Aljak's hard chest, and her sopping wet cunt pushed against the back of Raquel's head. "Let's seal it with a kiss than," she whispered, and her lips wrapped themselves over the boy's.

Their kiss was hot, heavy, and almost combative, the boy putting all of his wild, arrogant vigor into his lips and tongue, hoping that he could kiss this beautiful woman silly as he did so easily to the horny daughters and bored wives he seduced, but she was not swooned by him. She kissed back even harder, her serpentine tongue pushing into his mouth and fucking him like his own cock was doing to Raquel's throat. By now his cock-head was so deep that it was almost hitting the opening of her stomach, and for the first time in a long time Raquel felt like throwing up. Still, she was consciousness enough to feel humiliation at the way the woman was grinding her naked cunt against the back of her head, like her short brown hair was something a dog would hump. The woman was oozing so much pre-cum that Raquel's hair was soaked, and it was beginning to drip down the back of her neck. 

Then the woman reached down, grabbed Aljak's balls, and squeezed. 

"FUCK!" Aljack cried, breaking the kiss so he could scream in pleasure. His voice broke a little, making the 24 year old man sound like a teenager, and he nearly feinted with his orgasm erupted. "HOLY SHIT! I . . . I . . . I'M CUMMING!!!"

His cock twitched so hard it nearly snapped Raquel's neck. The shaft widened, and shot a load of hot, sticky cum directly into her gut, pushing itself out like a bottle-rocket. The next blast of cum was more than Raquel could cope with, and it filled her mouth to the point that her cheeks felt ready to burst, the cum instead popping from around her lips in a high-pressure stream. The third and forth gushers overlapped, and Raquel simply didn't have the room in her body for any more spunk. Thick white syrup shot out of her nostrils, and even out of her eye-sockets as her sinus-cavity was filled to capacity with sperm.

Raquel's body tried to pull away, but then the woman sat on her head, grinding her hot, gushing pussy against the back of Raquel's head, forcing the cock down again, when it pumped another hot load of cum into her stomach. 

"Mmm . . . his dirty whore's hair is so coarse and unkempt, but at least it feels good," the woman derided. 

Raquel didn't care anymore. Her vision was going black. She was about to pass out. Before she could though, the woman finally pulled her off of Aljak's still spurting cock, and turned her face around. Now Raquel was looking up at the woman's swollen, puffy vaginal lips. The woman was fingering herself, striking her clit and g-spot with the same precision that a violist played their instrument with. 

"Mmm . . . fucking trash . . . get a taste of a real woman," the dominant bitch said, striking herself in her most sensitive erogenous zone until "FUCK!" she came, dousing Raquel's face under a shower of cum that never seemed to cease. 

When it was finally over Raquel was dripping wet and sticky, and she felt more broken and worthless than the time she let a group of goblins gang-bang her for a warm meal. She looked up at Aljak, whose beautiful brown boyish face was beaded with sweat, and his muscles pulsing with the burn of a good workout. 

"I don't think we've been properly introduced," the tantalizing thief said through a smirk. 

"I know who you are, stud," the woman laughed. "I wouldn't be so ready to fuck your brains out if I didn't."

Aljak laughed, wiping his dick off against the last dry part of Raquel's hair. "Still. My name is Aljak Djinn-Slayer. My mother was a Hedonian noble, and my father was a southern bandit who killed her husband and raped her. He sold her into slavery after I was born and raised me by himself in the Haunted Deserts, where I was wet-nursed by a basilisk. I left home as soon as I was old enough to sail, and I came to Sailorsbay when I was 18. I've been fucking this town in every way imaginable since, making my name as a thief and dagger for hire. If you've come to me, you've come to the best."

"I can tell," the woman oozed through a puffy smile. She leaned down, and right in front of Raquel's face she slurped on his still rigid cock, cleaning it with a powerful suction that not even Raquel could match. To rub salt into the wound, Aljak cried out in pleasure the moment the woman's cruel lips touched his beautiful penis. Even at sucking dick Raquel was this woman's inferior. Somehow Aljak had enough spunk to shot off one last time, and the woman swallowed it, before jerking off the last few drops onto Raquel's head.

"My name is Nadia Méchant," the woman said, licking semen off of her lips. "And if you haven't heard of me yet, trust me, you will."

#

Patrick 'Pad' Toad was a cute young man, with a soft feminine face and a slender body that could have belonged to an acrobat or a runner. His messy blonde hair was usually held up by a small bandanna or a pair of safety-goggles while he worked, but right now his golden bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead as he worked in the hot summer sun. The white shirt he usually wore was hanging from a nearby tree-limb, so it wouldn't get soaked with sweat, and even his shorts were unbuttoned to allow for better circulation.

His shorts were tight and hugged the cute, chirpy curves of his little butt, but there wasn't enough room in them for the monstrosity dangling from his hairless crotch. Despite being a boy with such girlish looks, and the bravery of a shrew, Pad had been born with a tremendous, ludicrous, almost implausibly large penis. His cock was so big that when it got hard (which was often thanks to Nadia) Pad would grow dizzy from the lack of blood flowing to his brain. His cock was so big that he couldn't ride a horse without hurting himself, and it took both hands just control it while he peed. 

It was for this giant phallus and his unquestioningly meek nature that Nadia chose him as her apprentice. There was nothing Nadia desired more than underlings she could sexually torture, and in that respect Pad was the perfect candidate. There was nothing Nadia hadn't done to that poor boy, and yet she always seemed to find new ways to jerk him off or sodomize him, and although he would cry and protest every humiliating moment of it, the truth was that Pad loved being someone's bitch, especially if that someone was as powerful and domineering as Nadia. 

Pad was digging a hole by the lake about a mile from Nadia's castle because he wanted to dig up some white truffles to surprise her with when she returned. Nadia loved all extravagant and luxurious things, and Pad hoped that a specially prepared meal of rare ingredients would put her in a good mood when she got back. 

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and when he turned around he saw the outline of an erotic woman silhouetted in the sun. Slender waist, long limbs, jutting breasts. It had to be his mistress. 

"Mistress Méchant," Pad squeaked, his cock twitched with equal parts fear and anticipation. When Nadia was around Pad was certain to get his brains fucked out one way or another. When she was gone all he could do was masturbate, since none of Nadia's vampire friends wanted to impale themselves on his monstrous stake. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon. Did the keystone work, I-"

But as Pad crawled out of the hole he saw that it wasn't Nadia standing there, although the woman was physically her match. This woman stood more erect though, and her naked stomach rippled with more muscles. She had golden curly hair that hung down to the small of her back, golden lips, golden eye-shadow, and her milky white skin had an almost golden sheen to it. She wore armor on her arms and legs that went up to her shoulders and thighs, but her entire body was naked other than two small diamond-studded nipple-clamps and a metallic thong which Pad realized (although he didn't quite understand why) was a chastity-belt. 

Pad was shocked but not really surprised. He had run into warriors like this before in his travels with Nadia. This was obviously one of Queen Nymphoria's Paladins, Hedonia's elite warriors, and from the look of cool, bitchy superiority on her face she was a high-ranking one. 

"Tell me more about this 'keystone,'" she said, her pink tongue licking her golden lips, and the taught muscles of her stomach flexing a little. 

Pad knew he was fucked. 

#

Raquel's whole body hurt. Her muscles were sore and her pussy felt so battered that she couldn't feel any part of her body below it. Prying her sticky face off the floor, she found herself in a pile of damp clothes and soiled bed sheets, discarded like a piece of human garbage. Her mouth tasted like dried, salty sperm, and her breasts were coated with a sheen of female cum.

For a moment she couldn't remember how she had gotten here, but then she heard the bed slamming against the wall, and she looked up to see Aljak's beautiful ass flexing as he powerfully pumped his cock into a wailing woman beneath him, her long white legs splayed out around his waist. Aljak was standing off the edge of the bed, the woman half on and half off, her giant breasts bouncing with his powerful thrusts so much that they were slapping her in the face. Her thrashing arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled her shivering, sweat-stained body up for a sloppy kiss, their tongues loudly slapping against one another, and then Aljak shoved her face first into her own pussy-stain on the mattress, rolling her over so he could fuck her from behind. She was taller than him, and probably twice his age, but he handled her like she was a lightweight doll. 

"Oh . . . FUCK!" Nadia cried, biting the sheets to stop from screaming as Aljak banged her ass like a drum. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK! FUCK ME! Fuck me harder than you fucked that dirty little slut!"

Raquel knew that Nadia was talking about her. She remembered now. The two of them had been using her like she was an appetizer, fucking her nearly to death and then throwing her away when they were ready to move on to the main course. 

No. There had been three of them!

"Hey bitch, ready for some more?"

Raquel looked up to see where the bratty, snotty voice came from. Standing above her was a slender girl you didn't look any older than 18 or 19, but she wasn't human so it was hard to tell. The girl had black spiky hair, black pointed ears like a cat's, and a slippery black tail that waved slowly behind her incredibly tight ass. She also had red eyes and sharp little fangs, Raquel remembered them from when the demon-girl was eating her pussy. 

"De-de-demon," Raquel cried, her breath barely a whisper. 

Nadia's demonic familiar giggled as she crawled on top of her victim's sticky, naked body.

"I am a demon," she cooed into Raquel's ear. "But I'm going to take you to heaven . . . again . . . and again . . . and again."

Raquel tried to scream, but she was to tired from being fucked to do so. 

#

"AAAAGGHH!!!" Pad screamed as his asshole was pushed in. The Paladin was holding him up by his butt-cheeks like she was some unhappy mother scooping up her toddler, but instead of spanking him she was lowering Pad down on the up-turned shaft of her war-hammer. The pommel was a bit thicker than the rest of the shaft, just like a penis was, and once Adelaide had managed to get that much shoved up Pad's tight little boy-pussy the rest slid in easily enough. She let go of him, stepped back, and admired her work. 

Pad was standing on his the tips of his toes with about ten inches of polished metal shaft shoved up his ass. He cried and whimpered as he tried to stand up off it, but he was so short that he had to let his anus slid down another two inches before he could balance himself. 

Adelaide giggled. The boy was obviously in pain, but he was enjoying himself to. His cock was completely erect, and to her great vexation she saw that he was huge! Almost ridiculously so. His hairless penis was so thick that she wouldn't have been able to get her fingers around it, and if she had a ruler she was certain that the cock would have measured more than a foot in length. Her body tingled at the sight of it, and she started breathing heavily. This was the kind of cock Chancy impaled herself on every day. This was the kind of cock Adelaide wanted . . . so long it was attached to a real man, and not some girly little faggot like this. 

"Your mistress is in possession of a certain keystone," The Paladin said, trying to keep an imperious voice. "I want it. Where as she absconded to?"

Pad bit his lip to muffle his crying. He had been fucked up the ass dozens of times, and by some very fat cocks, but this war-hammer shaft was really hurting him. Still, his faggot's-prostate was loving it, and his cock was so ready to burst that a pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of his pink helmet. 

Adelaide saw this and salivated. Although she hated to say it she loved the taste of semen. She'd chug it by the gallon the way Chancy did, but something about that was just so . . . undignified. Still, the superior Paladin saw an opportunity to torture the boy further. She smiled as she leaned over at the waist and brought her golden lips to the tip of his throbbing pink penis, blowing on it softly with her warm breath. 

That sensation alone brought tears to Pad's eyes. Adelaide's sexual power saturated every aspect of her being. Seeing her was hard enough on the boy, but feeling her breath on his dick was like getting a shot of some hallucinogenic drug directly down his urethra. 

"Tell me now," Adelaide said, "or I'm going to make your testicles explode."

Pad was too breathless to speak. It felt like the metal rod up his ass was pushing against his stomach. 

"Alright," Adelaide smirked. "But just so you know, the last boy I gave a blowjob to ended up in a coma." She laughed evilly before wrapping her golden lips around the pulsating tip of his fat cock, moaning deeply at the salty, satisfying taste of his young sperm. 

Supernatural shock-waves of erotic energy electrocuted Pad. His heart began to beat so fast that he could almost see it through his soft chest. His mouth drooled with spit. The muscles in his rectum began to clinch down on the metal rod impaled in him. He realized this was more than just another blowjob from a talented woman, this was pure Hedonian magic. 

"NADIA!!!" Pad screamed, and his balls exploded with hot, boiling sex-glue. The cum gushed from his beating cum-slit so hard that Adelaide couldn't swallow it in time, and her lovely cheeks swelled with the hot, sticky load until her lips popped like a bubble, splattering the hot spunk all over Pad's stomach and legs. 

Adelaide reached up with both hands and began to beat his cock, flogging him so roughly that she could have easily snapped a lesser penis in half, her fists striking his balls on the down-strokes with heavy thuds. Pad's cock spewed its contents all over her face and chest, his body magically producing sperm at an accelerated rate, draining him of his life-force. Too much of this and Adelaide would literally make this poor submissive boy ejaculate to death. 

Adelaide shivered as a small, unprovoked orgasm rippled through her perfect body, the kind of orgasm a woman had when over-stimulated mentally, but under-stimulated physically. It was unsatisfying. 

She stopped, lowering her hands, and Pad cried out pathetically as his cock continued to spurt and spasm with a mind of its own. Tears were rolling down his chin, and dripping onto Adelaide's cum-caked face. She wiped a large hand-full of cum from her breasts and scooped it into her mouth. Pad really was delicious. 

"Now, are you going to tell me where your mistress is, or am I going to have to suck you to death?"

Pad wept, and told her everything.

#

After leaving The Slutty Shadow, Nadia rented a small sailboat from the docks and loaded it with a few days' worth of supplies. They weren't going to be gone long. The island-temple they were traveling to was only a few dozen miles off shore, one of many hundreds of islands in the Warm Sea. Nadia could easily summon a wind-spirit to propel the ship and be there within a few hours, but she wanted to play it safe. The temple was filled with Hedonian priestesses who would sense a wind-spirit from a good ways off, not to mention the presence of a powerful succubus. Nadia's familiar, Pussy-pocket, would have to wait with her on a nearby island while Aljak infiltrated the temple on his own. 

Nadia had no doubts about the boy's abilities. Everything about him impressed her. The way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he flirted with the girls on the dock. He prepared the ship for sail all by himself while Nadia relaxed on a bed of pillows like a spoiled queen, the sun washing over her nearly-naked body. They were both mostly naked, Nadia wearing nothing by an intricately brocaded bikini top and transparent sarong around her curvy hips, and Aljak stripping down to nothing by a skimpy loincloth that was stuffed tight with his tremendous manhood. 

Nadia swooned in lust as she watched him work, studying every contraction of his lithe muscles, and every drop of sweat that ran across his brown skin. If this boy had been a bottle of wine Nadia would be drunk by now. Aljak was not her usual sort either, which she noted with some amusement. Nadia usually preferred rugged, chiseled men with bulging, hairy muscles, who stank of musk and were crisscrossed with callouses and scars. Nadia usually went for the men who were thick, tough, rough, and a little older.




The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 12



Aljak was still more of a boy than a man, even being a studly little bastard of 24 years, and what little body-hair he might have had was shaved off. Even that cock of his was as smooth as a polished stone, which made it easier for girl's to suck, but Nadia didn't like it easy. Aljak actually kind of reminded her of Pad a little, except whereas Pad as a submissive, shy, pussy-eating little boy-bitch she could torture and fuck however she wanted, Aljak was a dominant, confident pussy-slayer. The night they had spent making love back in The Slutty Shadow had been intensely satisfying for Nadia, and Aljak had been dominant throughout most of it, tossing her around like a drunken whore and taking her from any angle he wanted. 

Nadia loved that. She loved any man who knew what he wanted and took it. The concept of 'rape' barely existed in her greedy, twisted mind. People simply got what they deserved. Aljak got the pussy he deserved, and cowering little sluts like Raquel got fucked like she deserved. That was the natural order, and Nadia thought it was beautiful. 

#

Once their small boat had taken to the Warm Sea, Nadia instructed Pussy-pocket to take over so she and Aljak could enjoy each others' company some more. There wasn't much room on the sailboat, but Nadia and the boy made the most of it, and even when her tits were hanging off of the side and dipping into the salty waves they never stopped, not until Aljak came for the second time and spent his seed across Nadia's sweaty back. His fist orgasm had been so sudden that he hadn't been able to control it, and he jammed the lot of it deep into Nadia's cunt. 

"What if you get pregnant?" he asked Nadia as she gently sucked his deflating cock clean. "Every time I've cum in a woman's pussy she's gotten pregnant. I already have more then twenty bastards in Sailorsbay." 

That fact aroused Nadia. Aljak was such a stud, so primal and superior to his male peers, and still so young. She felt lucky to meet him now. In ten years Aljak was going to be such a beast that she worried he really would dominate her. 

"I won't," she said, swallowing the cum in her mouth. 

"How can you be sure?"

Nadia smiled and kissed Aljak's chest. "Magic. I've been using magic for decades, so much so that it has saturated my body in ways you could never understand. I don't get old, for instance, and my skin never wrinkles. My tits only seem to get larger but never droop, and my ass is as full and juicy as it was when I was your age. I can't get pregnant unless I want to, although my body does feel like I'm ovulating. See?"

Nadia cupped one of her massive breasts and tweaked at the nipple. Milk began to gush forth, spraying across Aljak's well-defined abs and slowly running through the grooves of his muscles. He said nothing, but his cock instantly swelled to full-mast again at the erotic sight of a woman's lactation, and he greedily took Nadia's frothing nipple into his mouth. He sucked, and drank her milk with an appetite that made Nadia gasp in awe. Her other nipple became erect, and Aljak tweaked this one too, letting the milk spill across his bulging bicep and onto his lap. 

Nadia was wet again, and she was ready to fuck, but Pussy-pocket interrutped. 

"We're here!" the demon meowed. 

Nadia looked up from her suckling stud, and saw off in the distance two small islands thick with tropical vegetation. The smaller one was abandoned, the one she would be hiding out on, but the one next it had an ivory white obelisk jetting from its center, rising a stellar three hundred feet into the air. That giant marble tower marked the location of the Hedonian temple, where a very special lockstone was protecting a very special treasure.

Nadia couldn't wait. 

#

Raquel needed to pee, but she didn't have the strength to stand so she just peed where she lay, a warm puddle forming around her naked buttocks. She was still on the floor of the room where Nadia and Aljak had taken her and given her to that insatiable lesbian demon. The three of them had done things to her . . . horrible, evil things . . . but some part of her had obviously enjoyed it, because she was still laying in a pool of her own sweat, piss, and cum. 

She nearly cried as she sat up. Her body was sore and bruised, and something hard was still lodged in her ass. That fucking cat-demon hadn't even took out the dildo she had been riding Raquel with, and now it was two wedged up there for the poor girl to get out on her own. 

SMACK! CRASH!

The sound of breaking bones and shattered furniture came from the floor below. 

CRACK! SMASH!

Angry yells, painful whimpering. There was a fight going on in The Slutty Shadow, a bad one from the sounds of it. Raquel figured it had to be that bitch Nadia's doing. Who else but that evil, demonic whore would be so stupid as to start a fight in The Slutty Shadow, a pub filled with the baddest cutthroats and assassins for a hundred miles? The pub's bouncer was a behemoth of a half-orc named Neil the Neck-Snapper, and he wasn't called that for a no reason. 

Raquel found new strength and hobbled for the door. If Nadia was about to get her skinny neck snapped Raquel wanted to see it. She flung open the door and stumbled down the stairs, even though she was still naked and dripping with bodily fluids. 

She got to the pub in time to see the end of the fight, and Neil the Neck-Snapper falling to the ground unconscious. Everyone was either knocked-out or busy nursing a broken bone. Every table was shattered and there was a hole in the wall. It looked like a hurricane had come through The Slutty Shadow and destroyed everything, then come back to beat the shit out of eveyone present. 

But it wasn't a hurricane. It was a Paladin. A woman with golden hair and nearly-golden skin, whose golden armor only covered her arms and legs. She held a massive war-hammer over her shoulder, its head made of a giant turquoise gem the likes of which Raquel had never seen before. The woman stood with a cocky smile on her face and a dominant, sexual posture. She had just kicked the shit out of the baddest collection of badasses in Sailorsbay, and she hadn't even broken a sweat. 

"Now," the woman yelled, kicking Neil in the face. "Does anyone here know the location of the fugitive Nadia Méchant?"

There was silence, other than someone coughing up blood. 

"I do," Raquel meekly cried out, her throat still sticky with semen. "I know." 

The Paladin turned and regarded Raquel with a cold, judgmental stare. Adelaide thought the girl would have been pretty if it weren't for the tear-stains on her face and sexual-fluids clinging to every inch of her body. She looked like she had just been gang-raped by a pack of orcs, then used as a punching-bag, and then as a toilet. Adelaide wrinkled her aristocratic nose in disgust.

"Tell me," Adelaide said, sitting down on the only chair left intact in the whole bar. "But don't stand too close to me. You smell even worse than you look." 

#

"Are you sure you want to swim?" Nadia asked with genuine concern, but watching with enraptured attention as Aljak stripped naked in front of her. He was truly beautiful, his perfectly proportioned body and palpable vigor made him the embodiment of youthful masculinity, the kind of beauty that sculptors and painters went mad trying to recreate, and that young girls imagined when they grew hot between their legs for the first time. "You can take the boat."

"If the temple has any lookouts they'll see the boat," Aljak said, standing over Nadia in all his naked glory, his plump cock hanging tantalizingly in front of her wet mouth. He turned and headed for the water, letting Nadia get good long look at his delicious ass. 

"And you're not taking any weapons?" Nadia asked, noticing that he left his daggers behind.

"I'm not going to need them," he said. "I don't plan on being seen, and if you want me to carry back this treasure chest I'll need the free hands."

Nadia nodded. "It'll be small, about the size of a jewelry box."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?"

Nadia shook her head. "Sorry. It's a secret."

Aljak shrugged. "Whatever. I'm sure whatever it is, it can't be more precious than that sweet pussy of yours. Keep yourself hot and wet for me while I'm gone. I'm always hard as a rock after stealing something, and I'm going to fuck you senseless when I get back."

Nadia gasped in anticipation and began to touch herself, leaning back into the hot sands of the beach and spreading her legs wide. Aljak blew her a kiss and dove into the Warm Sea, gliding through its rough waves like a mythical sea-god, and Nadia following him with worshipful eyes like a desperately horny nymph. 

Pussy-pocket wandered over and watched with mild interest as her mistress loudly masturbated in the sand, rolling around on her soft, juicy curves.

"Oh . . . oh that boy is so fucking perfect," Nadia moaned, letting a small orgasm gush out.

Pussy-pocket shrugged. "He's alright I guess."

#

Aljak swam around the temple-island and saw that it was really more of a large villa, with multiple buildings and structures in different places, all of them connected by roofed walkways or small bridges. The waters around the island were so hot that they were almost scalding. Aljak could see the gentle glow of lava many yards beneath the surface of the water, and from between two buildings on the island there was actually a small canal made for the lava to flow through, so that it wouldn't damage the temple. Such was the power of Hedonian archticure, that even something as wild and powerful as laval could be tamed and forced into a role. That's what Aljak hated about Hedonians, even though he was half of one himself. He loved freedom, and the thrill of chaos. Hedonians loved comfort and control. One of his Hedonian girlfriends had literally tried to put a leash on him once when she caught him with another girl, and Aljak had responded by fucking them both in the same bed, leashing the jealous Hedonian and leading her through the streets like a whipped bitch, humiliating her. Aljak did not want to be controlled. 

He swam up to a place where a marble outcropping touched the water. It was a smooth, paved area with some couches and tables, and he guessed that it was a place for relaxing, swimming, and watching the sea. 

The pitter-pattering of feet alerted him that someone was coming, and he slowly sank beneath the water to see who. 

An adorable young girl came bounding down the marble steps from the temple, her blonde hair bundled up in thick braids and her buxom little body bouncing with pubescent jelly. She wore a skimpy set of light pink robes made of transparent silk, so that her pink nipples and plump little pussy were easily visible. 'Young' was a relative way of describing her. She was at least 18 by the look of her, but everything about her seemed soft and immature, including her big blue eyes and round, freckly cheeks. Aljak sensed from intuition that this little priestess had probably never gotten a proper fucking before, but she may have had some sex-play with other girls. 

Aljak watched as the clumsy little girl wiggled out of her robes, struggling to get the hem of her dress down her busty chest, and stripped down to nothing but her freckles. Giggling, she jumped into the lava-warmed waters of the Warm Sea, and playfully swam not more than twelve feet from where Aljak was. 

If Aljak was going to sneak into the temple now was his moment, but he didn't take it. The temple was large, and there was no way he'd be able to find what he was looking for going in totally blind. He needed info, and here was an opportunity to get some.

Aljak glided beneath the scalding water, stalking after the submerged girl like a brown shark hunting after a little white dolphin. He grabbed her ankle and she spun around, her blue eyes exploding with shock when she saw him. She was more surprised than he was expecting her to be, and she started to gulp large mouthfuls of sea-water.

She was drowning. 

Aljak wrapped his arms around her little waist and swam up, pressing his hard chest into her chubby breasts. When they surfaced he squeezed her tightly, and she puked up the water she had swallowed. He swam her back to the edge of the marble deck, and held her soft body against the hard rock-wall, keeping them both afloat with his powerful legs.

"Who . . . who are you?" the priestess cried, whimpering with fear and trauma from nearly drowning. 

"I'm the God of the Sea," Aljak joked. He was now holding her by her buttocks, which were soft and a little squishy, not nearly as firm as Nadia's, but he liked the difference. 

"N-n-n-no you're not," she whimpered "You're not supposed to be here! Only girls are allowed in this temple! How did you even get here?"

"Only girls, huh?" Aljak asked, pressing one of his hard thighs against the mound of her vulva. Her pussy was as soft and squishy as her ass, and even in the warm water of the Warm Sea he could tell she was getting hot. "I bet you don't have a lot of experience with boys then?"

The shy little priestess didn't answer, she just looked ready to cry, her big blue eyes sparkling pathetically. She was terrified and excited and she couldn't tell why. Her body was flooding with hormones that she didn't have the worldly experience to understand. Aljak could smell it on her, and her could feel her heart beating through her chubby breasts.  

He pushed her against the wall and kissed her, and although she moaned loudly in protest at first, the moment his tongue entered her mouth she was finished. Her body melted like a piece of white butter against a brown skillet. Instinct took over. The animal inside the girl came out. She kissed back, her weak little tongue trying hopelessly to compete with his, and she clumsily began to hump his hard thigh like a dizzy bitch in heat. She whimpered still, but now out of painful horniness instead of fear. 

"Fuck me!" she cried into his ear, hugging him tighter than she had even hugged anyone before. "Fuck me please!" She had never even heard the word 'fuck' before, but somehow it came to her, and now it was the only word she could think of. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"I will," Aljek said through a cocky smirk. "But first you have to earn it."

Aljak pulled himself out of the sea with a tremendous burst of strength, hot water running down every perfect contour of his godly body. He sat at the edge of the marble platform, legs spread, ten inches of beautiful brown cock standing straight up from his hairless waist. 

The priestess bobbed in the water with a look of religious enlightenment on her face, like a pilgrim looking into the eyes of her god, but instead of god's eyes she saw his penis. She almost stopped swimming and sunk beneath the water, but once again instinct took over and she reached out to grab it. The boy's cock was so thick and strong that she could pull her body up by it, and she brought her lips to his pulsing purple head by sheer, primal intuition. With the desperate, unwieldy hunger of a baby sucking on a bottle of milk for the first time, the priestess began to suck on Aljak's cock, making the most adorable little 'nom-nom' noises as she did so. 

"Good girl," Aljak said, stroking her head. "And once you've sucked my cock I want you to tell me where your treasure room is. I'm looking for-"

"Intruder!" an older girl yelled. 

"Turn around!" a third girl growled. 

Aljak turned at his waist and grabbed the back of the priestess's head, pushing her mouth down further on his thick length. There were two new girls standing behind him, each a bit older than the preistess and each remarkably lovely, despite having rather stern faces. The one on the left had her blonde hair tied into a single long braid that went down to her spectacularly athletic ass, and the other had hers tied up in a big bun. They were dressed like Paladins, with nothing protecting them but metal-bikinis, but Aljak saw no magic stones embedded within. These two were just guards, and there armor was merely for decoration. But their spears . . . those were real.

"You are intruding in the Sacred Temple of the Divine Goddess," the first girl said. Her voice was a little nasally. She probably wasn't much older than 19.

"Surrender or die," the second girl said. She was bit curvier than the other, but not as pretty. Aljak guessed she was maybe 22 or so. 

Aljak sighed, and then shoved his loyal worshiper off of his dick. "I'll finish with you in a second, cutie. First I need to put these bitches in their place."

#

Nadia let the hot sun heat up her lewd, wanton body. Her lust was warming inside her like a pot of boiling water, and she wanted it to be at a steady temperature for Aljak when he returned. She couldn't wait to feel his cock again almost as much as she couldn't wait for the treasure, and she knew when he got back she was going to let him do anything, ANYTHING he wanted to he body. She would pay him with all the sex she could give him, and then some. 

"Nadia," her demon Pussy-pocket called out for attention, kicking sand all over the sorceress's sweaty chest. 

Nadia growled, losing sexual momentum. "What?" 

"Someone's coming."

"Is it Aljak!" Nadia asked, sitting up so quickly her breasts bounced.

"No. Someone in a ship."

Pussy-pocket pointed in the direction of Sailorsbay, where a small sailboat not unlike the one Nadia had rented was coming up fast. Whoever was piloting didn't seem to care about the boat at all, because they ran it right into the beach until it crashed, and the wooden prow of the ship shattered against a rock. 

A golden figure leapt from the ship with superhuman agility, flying through the air before landing like a golden meteor on the beach. The figure stood, and Nadia saw a tall, proud woman with large breasts and a powerful set of abdominal muscles. She had curly golden hair that glowed with its own sunlight, striking blue eyes, golden eye-shadow, and golden lips. Her armor only covered her arms and legs, leaving her powerful, beauteous body bare, except for her vaginal mound, which was covered by what seemed to Nadia to be a chastity-belt.

The woman was obviously a Hedonian Paladin, Nadia had fucked with too many not to recognize one of Nymphoria's bitches on sight. This one was different though. She seemed more confident than the last few Nadia had bested, and instead of a small rapier or spear she carried a massive war-hammer with a giant turquoise gem on its head. The weapon was humming with powerful, ethereal energy that Nadia could feel vibrating in the deepest recesses of her tainted soul. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Nadia asked, stupefied by the warrior-woman's dramatic appearance.

"My name is Adelaide Belladonna. Daughter of Severine Belladonna. Sister of Chancy Belladonna. Champion of Hedonia. Heir to the Arch-Paladinship. But more than anything, I am the woman who is going to fuck the living shit out of you, Nadia Méchant."

"BITCH!" Pussy-pocket wailed, rushing forward like a black-lightning bolt to slaughter the Paladin and protect her mistress. Nadia's succubus was capable of many cruel, barbaric things, and could easily shred and entire troop of soldiers in less time than it took Nadia to apply her makeup in the morning, but Adelaide was not afraid. 

The Paladin spun with incredible speed and slammed Pussy-pocket in the chest with her tremendous war-hammer, and sent the poor demon bouncing across the sand like a skipped stone. 

"AAAAAGGGH!!" Nadia screamed, unbearable pain shooting through her veins. 

She fell to her knees, smoke rising from her mouth and eyes. Pussy-pocket was on fire. She was losing her material form. That war-hammer was enchanted, and powerfully so. The magic in it was potent enough to defeat Pussy with a single hit and the blow-back from it was enough to hurt Nadia.




The Sultry Sorceress



"So . . . so beautiful," Nadia gasped, suddenly feeling very dizzy and ticklish.

The guard didn't react to her compliment. He grabbed her long legs and effortlessly lifted them up over his shoulders, lowering her down roughly so her hot cunt came to kiss the bulbous head of his ramrod. Then with a manly grunt he shoved in, thrusting all twelve inches of his destroyer balls-deep without any foreplay or gentleness. He didn't need to wait, Nadia was already dripping with natural lubrication, and when his cockhead slammed into her womb she let out a deep, satisfied scream.

"HOLY FUCK!!!"

And then he started to fuck her, pummel her, abuse her with his genital mace. He pulled out and slammed back in with long, brutal thrusts, bashing her slender back against the stone wall again and again and again. The tiny cell echoed with SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His rock-hard hips practically spanking her inner-thighs.

Nadia was quickly cumming her brains out, and she gyrated her body like a sex-crazed addict desperate for more. Her breasts exploded from her bodice and slapped against her face as he fucked her, and her legs began to quake as if she were being electrocuted. 

The guard was panting heavily, but he didn't show any pleasure. He acted like sex with this whore was nothing but a job, a duty, just something he needed to do. 

She came before he did, several times in fact, but it was still over quickly. When he came he moaned deeply inside his throat, causing his chest to vibrate, and he slowed his thrusts but made them hit harder, filling her womb with his hot flood of spunk. Nadia was teary-eyed and wide-mouthed with awe and gratitude, and she tried pathetically to kiss him, her lips puckering to his, but he pulled away. 

She fell back against the wall and her butt slapped against the stone. His took his cum-covered cock and wiped in clean using her reddish-brown hair like a cum-rag. Then he gathered his clothes and turned to leave.

"Wait," Nadia whined. "Wha . . . where are you going?"

"To sleep," he said. "As you should be?"

"But I . . . But I'm not tired!"

CRACK! 

The back of his open hand struck her face like a mallet, and her vision exploded with little white stars. The room spun, and she passed out. 

#####

The next time Nadia awoke it was because someone had just tossed a bucket-full of water across her body. She woke with a start, inhaling deeply and shivering from the shock of cold in the otherwise sweltering hot dungeon. As her vision came into focus she saw someone standing in her cell holding a bucket, and she hoped it was the hung guard from before, but it wasn't.

Her visitor was another guard, but this one was a woman. She was a thickly built woman with a big ass but only moderately large tits. Her short black hair was slick and wet, her ears were pieced with a dozen different rings, and one of her arms bore the tattoos of a soldier. She was practically naked too, wearing nothing but a dirty leather thong and a tattered white shirt that was so small it left the under-half of her breasts exposed.

"Rise and shine, bitch," the dyke guard said, dropping the bucket. She had brought more water and semen-like gruel which she fed to Nadia as if she were a pig, practically tossing it in her face. For some reason the gruel really did taste like a man's cum this time.

"They boys upstairs decided to add something special to your breakfast," the dyke said. "I think every cock in this fort took a turn pumping some cum into this gruel."

Nadia wanted to spit the gruel in the dyke's face, but she was so ravenously hungry that she slurped down every drop that was fed to her. As she gulped down the cum-gruel her breasts heaved up and down, and they pressed against the guard's smaller, but much harder tits.

"Holy shit, you are a fucking cow," the guard said, dropping the bowl and taking two big handfuls of Nadia's gigantic breasts, lifting and squeezing them as if they were fruits in a market. "Huge jugs like these aren't even attractive. They're fucking stupid looking."

Nadia sneered. "Jealous, fatty?"

THUD!

Nadia whined and heaved as the dyke's fist sunk into her unprotected stomach, pinning her against the stone wall. She spat in pain, her saliva sprinkling against the hard bitch's face and lips. 

Nadia coughed in pain. "I . . . I want the guard from yesterday back. He . . . he was nicer."

The dyke smiled. "Garret? Of course you do. All the sluts love it when big-dicked Garret sneaks into their cells at night and breaks their pussies open with that monster of his," the dyke leaned in so she could whisper into Nadia's ear. "But you know what? I can wreck a bitch just as hard as he can."

The dyke's hands dug into Nadia's bodice, and she pulled the tight garment open, snapping the threads and ripping it to shreds in the process. She did the same to her skirts, stripping Nadia completely naked except of the sweat and sex-stains which coated her body. The guard noted Nadia's lack of panties and laughed. She wiggled one of her fingers up into Nadia's dirty pussy and twirled it around until it was good and wet. She brought the finger up to her own mouth and sucked on it.

"Mmm . . . I can still taste Garret in you. He's the saltiest."

The dyke roughly grabbed at one of Nadia's plump chest-melons and pulled the big, pink nipple up to her mouth. Almost biting at first, the bitch began to suck and lick Nadia' very sensitive nipple like a greedy calf. When a stream of hot, delicious milk filled the dyke's mouth she almost yelled in surprise.

"Milk?" the dyke exclaimed, white cream spilling out her mouth and onto her own breasts. "Are you . . . a mother?"

Nadia groaned. "What? No. It's . . . my magic. Sorcery stimulates the human body constantly and puts it into permanent state of sexual overdrive. That's the reason a witch's pussy is always tight, her breasts are always large, and her body is always youthful."

The dyke sneered in jealousy. "Ain't that fucking peachy. Well whatever. You can keep your eternal youth. I'm going to feast on these fuck-udders of yours, you stupid cow."

The duke loudly munched down on her sorceress's tit, sucking on it harder than ever, provoking a flood of warm cream into her hungry mouth. Nadia moaned in erotic pleasure as every nerve ending her large breasts erupted, and pretty soon she was wailing as an orgasmic tidal wave washed through her. The dyke went from nipple to nipple, chugging down whole mouthfuls of milk at a time, and all Nadia could do was squirm, cry, and cum her brains out. When the duke wasn't sucking she was twisting, causing milk to shoot out and fly around the room, soaking into the floor and dripping into the guard's black hair. 

When the black-haired dyke was done feasting on milk Nadia had been reduced to a dripping hot mess, her tongue wagging out like an overworked dog. The bitch ripped her own white shirt off and used it like a napkin, wiping down her face and chest of milk even though it now left her topless. Both of her dark nipples were pierced with iron bolts that looked like little skulls. 

"Please . . .," Nadia whimpered, her mind fried by the overwhelming number of orgasms she had suffered. "Please just let me go. I'll give you all the milk you want . . . I'll be your cow."

"You need to shut the fuck up," the dyke said. She hooked her fingers into her dirty leather thong and peeled it down to her ankles. She picked it up, rolled it into a ball, and then shoved it into Nadia's mouth so deep that it got wedged in like a gag. "That ought to stop your mooing, you stupid cow. Oh, and by the way, my name's Rochelle. But don't worry about forgetting it. I'm going to have it tattooed upside-down across your fat tits, so every time you look at your breasts you'll remember how I owned you."

The dyke laughed cruelled and left the cell, padding naked back upstairs, leaving Nadia alone and unable to speak. The raped sorceress shivered and whimpered, and she tried very hard to stop her body from feeling so good.

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The next time Nadia awoke her cell was dark, but not because it was night. Something massive was blocking the only window that let in any sunlight, something that was alive. The breathing mountain stood there for a few moments, unmoving except for its monstrous shoulders and chest rising with every breath. When the thing moved closer Nadia saw what it was, and she would have screamed in horror had it not been for Rochelle's thong in her throat.

It was an ogre. A big, muscle-bound, nine-foot tall, fucking ogre.

Ogres were stupid, violent brutes who only understood food, fucking, fighting, and more food. Some looked like humans, but others were true monsters with horns and multiple eyes and shit like that. This one was mostly human, and it was obviously another guard in Fort Greyverge. Nadia almost feinted when she realized what it had come for, because growing erect from its waist was a muscle as thick and long as a man's arm. The ogre had a penis like a literal battering-ram, his bulbous helmet the size of a baby's head, and from the deep split down the middle oozed a thick dollop of cum that was so hot it produced steam.

The ogre looked at the naked, dirty sorceress and smiled, drooling as it did so. Nadia just shook her head and cried. She loved big cocks, but this was too much. That thing would kill her. 

The ogre chuckled. "Me am Bulk. Bulk is horny. Rochelle say that Bulk can get sex with pretty witch-lady. Bulk fuck pretty witch-lady. Pretty witch-lady fall in love with Bulk after. 

Nadia's insane screams were muddled by Rochelle's leather thong in her throat, not that it mattered. No one was coming to save her. 

The ogre's huge hand groped her naked body, squeezing her tits so hard that they felt like they were going to pop. One of his fat, dirty fingers went to her cunt, and her roughly inserted one inside her. The finger was just as thick and long as Garrett's cock had been, except the ogre was scratching around in there like he was trying to find something. When he pulled it out a little waterfall of cum fallowed, which made him laugh stupidly. Nadia had gotten on orgasm despite herself.

The ogre clumsily grabbed her midsection and lifted her up, bringing her dripping pussy to the impossibly large head of his cock, as if he were trying to insert a sword in a dagger's sheath. Without any understanding of the consequences Bulk started to thrust inside, his giant helmet barely popping into her battered lips after several seconds of excruciating stretching. Nadia lost control of her legs, and although she could feel them twitching, they were otherwise beyond her control. Bulk then pushed in six inches of his arm's-length of cock and that alone was enough to knock the lights out of Nadia's green eyes. Her head fell to the side and rolled like a ball at the end of sting. She was gone. She was there but her spirit was gone. She was practically in a coma.

Then Bulk shoved in another six inches and Nadia came screaming back.

"fffffFFFFUUUUCCKKKK!!!!!"

Somehow she managed to spit out Rochelle's thong as she screamed her lungs out. Without exaggeration it felt as though she was about to be ripped in two, her body split up the middle like a banana peel. The fear was worse than the pain, her terrified heart nearly exploding under the weight of her gigantic breasts. And most humiliating of all was the fact that even now, at the moment of her death, she was still having an orgasm. 

"OH goddess! Just end it! Fuck me! FUCKING END IT!"

Bulk smiled, thinking she was loving it, and he started to hump her even though less than half of his mammoth cock-arm was impaled in her. With every wall-breaking thrust he went a little deeper, and with every inch Nadia felt her organs being rearranged. The head of his cock punched the bottom of her stomach, and she started to vomit that last serving of semen-gruel she had been fed. This was it. This was the end.

But then she noticed something. The shackles on her wrists were coming loose. The retarded ogre was fucking her so hard that it was actually prying her body free from the iron bonds. 

"Yes," she said, filled with hope as much as she was with cock. "Fuck me Bulk, fuck me! Harder! Faster! Give it to me, you fucking stud!"

Bulk looked so happy he might cry. "You think Bulk is . . . stud?"

"Yes!" Nadia lied. "Bulk is a fucking god, and I am his loyal fuck-toy. Now fucke me! FUCK ME!"

Bulk laughed like an idiot as he clumsily bucked his hips into his lady love, and although Nadia had to survive almost a minute of this organ-busting onslaught she did so willingly, knowing that freedom was just a little . . . bit . . . away . . .

CRACK!

The shackles came free, and the magic-dispelling glyphs on the iron lost its hold on her. There was still the glyphs on the ceiling and floor though, but she had an idea about how to handle that. 

Without the shackles holding her to the wall, Bulk's cock flipped her up into his chest. Her tits smacked against his rock-hard chest like bubbles against a brick, but it was enough leverage to get her to his head. Holding on to one of the shackles, she bashed the iron into Bulk's face like a metal fist.

CRUNCH!

Bulk roared in pain as his nose shattered beneath the iron punch. His titanic fist flew up and cracked the ceiling, destroying the glyph there. Nadia had already slunk to the floor, and from this position she punched him in his testicles so hard with her metal shackle that one of the melon-sized balls almost ruptured. Bulk roared in pain and slammed both fist down, but Nadia rolled out of the way and the glyph on the floor was shattered. 

She ran up his back and slipped her legs around his neck like a vice, her wet pussy leaking all over the back of his neck.

"Sorry stud, but it looks like I'm the one who's going to be fucking you."

Using magic to summon a mini-cyclone in the room, she arched back and pulled his body into the air after her, all 1,000 pounds of it. They somersaulted through the air, and it ended with her legs bringing the top of his skull shattering down onto the stone floor, destroying the stone floor and knocking him unconscious. 

Nadia laughed triumphantly as she stood up and flipped her reddish-brown hair over her back. She summoned a wave of magical energy to rejuvenate her body, and all the damage done to her these last couple days of brutal, back-breaking rape was instantly repaired. Her pussy tightened and freshened, her tits grew perky and milk-filled again, and ever her hair sparkled like she had just come from the salon.

"Gods," she moaned erotically. "I feel like I could fuck an army."

"Good," a familiar voice said from the cell door. "You're going to."

She turned to see sexy, hunky Garret standing totally naked and erect with a vengeful look on his face. Behind him was Rochelle wielding a deadly looking strap-on dildo, and behind her were two dozen of the roughest, dirtiest, horniest looking guards Nadia had ever seen, every single one of them ready for a piece of her sweet ass, and all of them terrified at what would happen to them if she were to escape. 

Nadia puckered her lips and heaved out her chest. "Come and get it boys. Let's get this fuck-fest started."

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Nadia was lost in a sea of groping hands, hard chests, and big, cum-filled cocks. Barely a moment went by where all three of her succulent holes weren't being stuffed by big, nasty dicks, but when one of them spurted in defeat it would withdraw and be replaced by another angry cock less than a moment later. Not everything shoved into her mouth was a penis though. There were a few other female guards than Rochelle, and Nadia came to know them by the taste of their vaginas rather than their faces. Her body became so wet with cum she was practically swimming in it. 

The gang-bang must have lasted for hours, maybe even a whole day. She was penetrated hundreds of times, and considering there were only about thirty people raping her that meant that each had come back for thirds at least. Not that she minded at all. With her magic restored Nadia was an insatiable dynamo of nymphomania, an endlessly warm pit of wet flesh ready to consume the souls of men and women alike. 

Garret she recognized most of all. He fucked her like he was trying to slay a dragon in her womb. He knew what was at stake here, and his honor would not allow him to lose to her, but honor had nothing to do with sex, and all his big strong muscles were nothing compared to her wet, tight, hot pussy. Nadia had come to like Garret, admire him really, but that wasn't going to stop her from sucking him dry, chewing him up, and spitting him back out. 

He was the last one to give up. His final orgasm was barely a drop of cum, but even this Nadia sucked down greedily. He was sitting on a pile of unconscious guards like a throne of sex, his face gaunt and blank, his body totally dehydrated and exhausted. He had nothing left, and Nadia knew it. 

"Thanks sweetie," she giggled, licking her fingers clean. "That was fun."

As Nadia left the cell she saw Rochelle crawling along the ground, trying pathetically to reach the stairs. 

"Bitch," Nadia whispered, stomping on Rochelle's head as she walked out. 

#####

Nadia found Lily and Pad in the guards' dormitory. Each had been stripped of their clothes and tied down to a bed. Lily was so caked with semen that she looked like a frosting covered cupcake, and Pad's big, pussy-stained dick had several pairs of dirty panties tied around his balls, preventing him from cumming. His balls were so swollen they were literally blue. It looked as if the guards had really been having their fun with these two. 

Nadia untied Pad first, and undid the panties blocking the cum from escaping his blue balls. Semen started to fire off from his cock so hard that it cleared the room, decorating the opposite wall twelve feet away. Pad wasn't conscious for most of it. The powerful orgasms knocked him out, but his cute little body continued to quiver as his cock pumped big, frothy threads of semen all over his chest. 

Lily was awake though. She whimpered pathetically as Nadia untied her.

"Had fun?" Nadia joked, allowing the little slut to hug her tightly. Lily's head almost disappeared between Nadia's huge breasts. 

Lily was crying. "I was so afraid you wouldn't come to save me."

"Shhh," Nadia hushed her, pulling the girl's face up so they could share a passionate, Sapphic kiss. "Of course I came for you, Lily. You're my slut. Mine. No one can have you but me." 

Lily cried with happiness and passed out. 

Nadia giggled. "Now I just have to go dig up Pussy-pocket and get the fuck out of here before Chancy gets back." 

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"She . . . she escaped?" Chancy whimpered in disbelief, her blue eyes sparkling with tears.

"Afraid so," Garret answered, although he didn't actually seem to care much. He looked totally wiped and drained of color, as if a vampire had sucked him dry. Actually, every single one of the guards looked haggard and worn. One of the female guards, Rochelle, even had a broken nose and bandages all over her face.

Chancy was so angry her tits were jiggling. "You . . . fucking . . . stupid . . . retarded . . . MUTHAFUCKING DUMBASSES-"

Chancy's screaming tantrum was brought to an end by the back of a hand slapping across her face. It had come from another paladin, one of the many who had come to retrieve the infamous Nadia Méchant. This paladin was even taller and bustier than Chancy was, and her bikini-armor was made of solid gold and studded with radiant diamonds. Her wavy blonde hair flowed around her like an angelic aura, and her beauty was so severe it almost hurt the guards to look at her. This was the Arch-Paladin Severine Belladonna . . .

. . . and Chancy's own mother.

"M-mommy," Chancy stuttered with tear filled eyes. 




The Sultry Sorceress



"The sorceress was your prisoner Paladin Chancy," Severine said in a stern, beautiful voice. "She was you responsibility."

"But-"

SMACK!

Chancy landed on her tits as her mother bitch-slapped her again. Severine grabbed her daughter by her curly blonde hair and dragged the whimpering brat over to one of the dirty beds. She slung her daughter over the mattress and the grabbed the steel thong she wore, ripping it off her body with colossal strength, and leaving Chancy's perky butt naked for all to see. 

"What I do now I do for the honor of the Belladonna family." Severine said, raising her gloved hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Chancy wailed in humiliation as her bare bottom was spanked in front of everyone, her sister paladins and the dirty guards. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Severine's blows were so powerful that they caused her whining daughter's tits to bounce and jiggle, and soon the bratty girl was practically pissing herself with cum. Severine looked with disgust down at the undignified little whore her daughter had become. A true paladin possessed self control and mastery over her sexuality, allowing her to engage in sex for days without allowing a single orgasm, but Chancy was such a nymph she couldn't even get spanked without her pussy popping. 

Severine frowned down at her quivering slut of a daughter. "Take my daughter to the cell the sorceress was being held in. Do to her . . . whatever it is you do with prisoners here."

Garret finally smiled. "Yes ma'am."

Chancy screamed and cried as the guards dragged her down into the dungeon, begging her mother to save her, but Severine did not return for the girl until three days later, and by then Bulk had fallen in love with a new special lady.

*

(this was a commissioned story. You can contact me for comments, critiques, inquiries, and commissions of your own).