The wind blew through the blasted wasteland, all arid badlands, dry mountains and desolate plains devoid of foliage. There had once been a great, sprawling kingdom here, in times long ago. A city of marble and granite that sat beside a flowing river, with verdant greenery all around, a center of trade and commerce. Gold was the color most favored here, that most beautiful of shades, and the rich traders wore bright clean clothes to show off their wealth. Colorful birds and fish lived here beside the people, and far and wide the kingdom was known for its beautiful terrain as much as it’s rich trade. But a great beast arrived, and drank the river dry. It destroyed the kingdom and all it’s warriors, and then it had vanished. For years adventurers came from far and wide to find and slay the monster, but none could find it, and soon the land was abandoned. The trees and grasses died without the river, and all the animals fled from the monster that hid in the mountains. For long, so long, it had been a wasted expanse of browns and grays, a sad parody of the beauty that had left this place. 

A disc of rippling blackness opened at the edge of this nameless waste, imperceptibly thin yet with over a dozen feet of diameter, standing vertically in the air. A foot stepped out of it, then another, and another and another and another until a procession of over a hundred individuals had appeared in the badlands. They were of many races; ogres, goblins, humans, all naked save for a tiny loincloth and a satchel containing whatever food and shelter they needed. At the front of the procession were a pair of manticores, their humanoid faces at odds with their muscular, leonine bodies and spined tails. Behind these awful monsters were eight muscular ogres, their forms so heavy with power they appeared bloated and repulsive. They needed to be, to carry the heavy, golden litter between them. The posts that made up it’s hexagonal frame were twelve feet high, and the floor over twenty feet wide. Many gossamer sheets hung from the posts, colored in bright pinks, purples and oranges. These served to obscure the writhing figures within, all but their silhouettes hidden from view.

The sorceress Elinerna lay upon the puffy cushions inside the litter, nude save for the spiked gold crown upon her flawless brow, the thin strip of diaphanous black fabric that concealed her sex, tied to her wide hips by a jeweled chain. Her milky, pillowy breasts were bare, though her nipples were connected with a jeweled chain like the one at her waist. Surrounding her were four of her favorite slaves, caressing and kissing her beautiful, unblemished form. Their fingers stroked and played with her hair, massaged her feet and calves. Their tongues tickled her nipples, they suckled on her fingertips and shared passionate kisses with their mistress. She had created each and every one of her lovers, using her magic to fuse together many of her foes and rivals into one being, taking the most desirable traits of each individual and crafting a new one from them. Fydlon, a thin, soft-featured slave with elven ears gripped her shoulders with his delicate fingers and started to slowly knead and massage her pale skin. They were trained since their transformations to pleasure her, to love her, to live only for her. Anwes, a brown-skinned Adonis with a tongue nearly a foot long, suckled on her toes, wrapping his flexible mouth-muscle between her digits and tickling the sensitive flesh amid them.

Though they had all once attempted to take her life, Elinerna was a loving mistress, and those who pleased her most were given her ultimate gift of togetherness. They were absorbed into her body, their flesh used to make her more youthful, more beautiful, more powerful. And though she had used the flesh of hundreds of her servants to make her body unbelievably ravishing, her favorites were given the honor of retaining their minds and senses. Dozens of their voices echoed in her mind, each consciousness confined to one of her erogenous zones. The mind there experienced all the pleasure that part of her body did magnified a hundredfold. The gifts to these chosen were numerous; eternal life within their loved mistress, unending bliss, a close sense of community to the other absorbed slaves. After the shock of the change wore off they rejoiced; for long their purpose in life had been to make their mistress feel good, now they got to do that in a more personal, affectionate manner. It required teasing and training to acclimate them to her form; long periods of sensory deprivation alternated with extended sessions of intense stimulation. Soon they desired to be touched, it was all they cared for after her happiness. She offered each and every one the chance to return to human form, and each and every one had refused.

Cariad, the part reptilian slave with the long fingers and the forked tongue, pecked her ass with delicate kisses, brushing the ivory skin with the tips of his pointers.
*Oh he’s wonderful mistress!* Cried the voice of Gwalt, a slave whose mind resided in her rump. Only she and the other consciousness she sheltered within her could hear him, her beloved flock of spectral voices all moaning in ecstasy.
A twitch of pleasure went through her ass, as much a result of Elinerna’s enjoyment as it was her slave’s.
*Can he put his tongue in us mistress? We know you’d love how it feels, so slick and long!* moaned Gwalt.
*Oh yeah, please let him give it to us!* Said Cyradgar, another slave who shared her rear with Gwalt. Once, one of the individuals that made Gwalt and one that made Cyradgar had some relationship, and their affection had persisted even inside Elinerna. Those two she had given a special arrangement, allowing them more room to interact and play with each other then the other consciousness did, as though they were still people. It was her way of repaying them, for cruelly forcing a jealous competition between the slaves, one of the many games she played with her toys.
*Not yet my sweets,* chimed the witch’s harmonious voice over the chorus of ecstasy, *they need to learn just as much as you did.*
Chnuch, a short, androgynous figure with the features of an orc, took each of her breasts in his pudgy hands, rolling the soft tissue like dough and softly tugging at her chain. 

The procession of slaves marched through the badlands, what few raiders or creatures that would dare do them harm either frightened away or eaten by the manticores. Elinerna’s slaves pleasured her throughout the day, the sorceress delighting in teasing them with the prospect of penetration but never permitting it. Though she wished she could have used her magic to transport herself directly to her intended destination, the portal spell could only take her somewhere she had seen, the opportunity to play with her favorite toys for days with no other obligations was appealing in itself. Her mountain fortress was left in the care of her most trusted general, with the direct instruction that any attackers or adventurers where to be restrained and kept for her return. The sun set behind the blasted peaks, casting long dark shadows on the ugly terrain. Elinerna pouted and gently pushed her slaves aside, to the sadness of the trio of former maidens’s minds who inhabited her bosom. She stepped to the front of the litter, brushing aside the gauzy curtains and called a halt to the leonine monsters in the lead. The octet of bloated ogres gently lowered the opulent palanquin, one laying on the earth for her mistress to stand step down on.

The witch observed her retinue as they made camp, the assortment of different sized creatures creating a mass of misshapen tents and shelters. A goblin dressed in black robes with a peaked cap, beads of sweat dotting his warty skin, trotted over to her.
“I beg your pardon mithtrethth, but the thcoutth have a report,” said the repulsive goblin.
“Speak Zeerk,” said the witch as she idly stroked her inner thigh. One of the massive ogres stood over her, carrying an almost comically small parasol to shade it’s master.
“Our dethination ith four dayth march at thith pace, by their ethtimate. We are not yet clothe enough to judge how long the mountainth will take mithtrethth, but then it thould be trivial to locate your dethire.” 
*Her desire? What does he mean again? I had Raarom in me when we were talking about that,* said one of voices in Elinerna’s vagina. 
“Very good Zeerk, inform the slaves we will be marching half again as fast tomorrow.” 
“But mithtrethth-”
“No buts Zeerk, or you’ll spend the rest of eternity decorating mine, understand?”
The goblin bowed meekly and retreated to spread her commands, wiping the excess amount of sweat from his warty brow.
*The beast!* Said the ghostly voice of Xthoggath, a consciousness that made its home at the nape of Elinerna’s neck. 
*We were going to find he dreaded monster that destroyed this place, isn’t that so mistress?*
*Yes my sweets,* she said, tickling the spot Xthoggath inhabited. 
*Once we find it we’ll be given satisfaction, right mistress?* Chimed in Cyradgar.
*Are you sure we’ll enjoy it? It might be dangerous, and we don‘t want you to get hurt.* Added Gwalt.
*Oh don’t worry sweeties,* rang Elinerna’s spectral voice. Her lips pouted and she looked disapprovingly at her bust. She wrapped the chain connecting her nipples around a finger and tugged experimentally at it. A chorus of voices emanated from her tits, exclaiming both pleasure and pain.
*Everything will go as I planned it, and we will all feel a pleasure none of us, not even myself, have ever experienced. Now quit worrying; if I let you pick who we lay with tonight will it calm your minds?*
The voices rose in gleeful reassurance, each vying for which of Elinerna’s servants would be blessed with her folds. 

A quartet of goblins squat by the edge of camp, meekly tending a campfire and chewing on what rations they had. Snorp thought he saw something at the edge of the firelight, but his aching feet and screaming belly compelled him to stay silent. The ugly creatures barely made a sound as the knives found their mark. 

The camp was in disarray. Four dead goblins, three human slaves found face down in the dirt, an ogre missing a hand, the carnage had spurred the procession to action, readying their weapons and searching in the dark for the assailant. None dared tell the mistress about the attack; her ire was a thousand times as dangerous. A shriek of pain came from the center of the camp, dangerously close to Elinerna’s litter. A gang of armed slaves rushed to the location, only to find the assassin standing over her latest victim. Zeerk lay on the ground, the hooded goblin clutching a bloody gash on his chest. Above him stood his attacker, a short-haired woman with dark skin the same color as the wasteland. A red scarf concealed her mouth and nose, and she clutched a pair of long knives, coated in blood, in her brown hands. The assassin turned to face the assembled slaves, her bare midriff and shoulders glistening with sweat. She was crouched low in a fighting position, her taut muscles ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Hesitantly, the slaves approached, holding their weapons close to their bodies. 

The assassin leapt at her closest foe, driving her pair of blades into his gut. The slave coughed up blood and collapsed as she withdrew, rolling away from the clumsy swipes the other slaves attempted. A bearded man rushed her, aiming his crude spear at her heart. The tanned woman dropped low to the ground and swept his legs out from under him, causing him to collapse head first into the ground. A quick flick of her knives opened his neck, and she nimbly avoided his companion’s retaliation, dodging to their flank with her weapons readied. The assassin spun and raked her knives across the sides of her attackers, sending blood flying through the air. One her weapons recoiled, however, bouncing off something hard and tough. One of the bloated, impossibly muscular ogres stood next to her; in the dim light the assassin thought it was a boulder or tent. The creature’s inflated muscles were as hard as stone, and sent the knife flying from her fingers as it impacted on it’s thigh. She recovered, however, ducking beneath the monster’s legs and stabbing upwards into it’s crotch. Where she expected her knife to meet fleshy resistance, however, was a void. Her hand and knife had stabbed into a black portal that eclipsed the ogre’s genitals, the assassin’s forearm disappearing into the inky disc. 

The shock stunned her for a moment, however brief, but it was too late. The ogre reacted, reaching between it’s legs and seizing the toned woman. It’s viselike grip held her tight, and no amount of squirming or twisting could free her. The monster lifted her up to it’s ugly, comically small head and glared at her with dumb beady eyes. It’s mouth opened wide, revealing it’s stumpy, yellow teeth, and began to move the assassin’s head toward his maw.
“Wait!” cried the wounded Zeerk, still clutching his wound.
“The mithtrethth will want to see thith! Keep her here, do not dare to let her ethcape! You three, carry me to her, we mutht make hathte!”

It had been a tie, an equal amount of voices voting for Chnuch and for one of the nameless human slaves, a muscular, scarred man that had caught Elinerna’s eye in the past. The three of them lay in the soft cushions, Elinerna sandwiched between them; the squat green Chnuch above her and the muscular slave below. They worked in and out of her, the human’s stiff cock buried deep in her ass and Chnuch’s broad, slightly bent phallus pushing into her pussy. She cooed softly in pleasure, rolling her head to the side of the man’s and whispering in his ear as he fucked her. The scarred slave toyed with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and tugging at them, when she saw a group of silhouettes approach the palanquin. 
“Mithrethth!” Cried Zeerk’s harsh voice.
“We have captured an attacker! Thhe hath been rethtrained and ditharmed ath you ordered uth!”
*Oh gods, why would it have to be now?* Whined a voice.
*Cant we continue? Just a bit more? The slaves can wait a bit longer,* said a second.
*I wish we could, but if we want to make it to the mountains in time we need all the slaves well rested and prepared. We really should inspect this. We can always come back for more later, right mistress?* Grunted Cyradgar, his voice partially muffled by a cock.
Elinerna groaned in protest, trying to buck back against her lovers in a vain attempt to finish. She hated to admit it, but the slave was right. Business before pleasure.

The witch wriggled out from between her mates, strands of fluids trailing between their members and her eager orifices. Elinerna grumbled to herself and fixed her hair, there was no point in going out if she didn’t look perfect. She gave each slave a peck on the cheek; not out of affection but of ownership.
“You will wait for me here, and I expect you both to be erect by the time get back, understand? If not, you can expect to spend the rest of eternity as a sex toy.”
Elinerna groaned, pulling on a revealing black shawl and a sarong of the same color. She stepped from the litter, an impatient look on her gorgeous face. Zeerk’s wound caught her eye for a moment, her expression unchanging, and she waved for the slaves carrying him to lead her to the captive.

The toned desert woman was biting into her captor, drawing blood from the enormous ogre’s bicep. When she saw the buxom spellcaster approaching her attempts at escape redoubled, but the massive creature holding her wouldn’t budge.
“The hath thlain and injured many of your thervantth mith-” said Zeerk.
“Silence. I want this dealt with quickly. Let her down, but keep her arms and legs restrained, I want to inspect her.”
“You wont get away with this witch!” Said the assassin, her voice low and full of malice.
“I’ve tracked you for years! I knew you would come here, and my blades were waiting! No matter where you go, no matter where you hide, I will find you! And I will kill you!”

Elinerna leaned on her hips and bit her pinky nail as the assassin continued, struggling against the ogre‘s iron grip.
“I’ll avenge all the lives you’ve claimed, you can-”
“What’s you’re name?” Interrupted Elinerna, raising her eyebrows.
“What? Why would you care you monster?”
Elinerna sighed and sashayed over to the captive. The curvy sorceress slipped behind her; in between the toned woman and the massive ogre. With a seductive sigh, she rested her head on the assassin’s shoulder, her smooth, pale hands softly rubbing the outside of her captive’s thigh.
“Such dedication, such zeal. You’ve impressed me girl,” she exhaled softly into the dark woman’s ear.
“How enthusiastically you’ve made me your foe. Your nemesis. Your reason for living.”
The assassin’s head surged to the side, smacking her cranium into Elinerna’s beautiful visage. The curvy witch recoiled, clutching the bruise that covered her cheekbone. A dozen of the voices inside Elinerna shrieked, terrified that their master had been struck. The blemish faded unnaturally quickly, seeming to melt back into Elinerna’s alabaster cheek.

“And thorough too. You’re one of the few of my opponents who can claim to have landed a blow on me,” she resumed her position behind her foe, her hands this time on the inside of her thighs.
“Come on, just share a name, what I should curse when you finally stop me,” her soft fingers caressed the captive’s crotch, teasing the mound beneath. The assassin gritted her teeth and shut her eyes.
“Shari. Shari Yahriar, last survivor of the Kermyar tribe, which you destroyed.”
“Beautiful name,” muttered Elinerna. She kissed Shari’s bare shoulder and her hands traversed the bare region between her loins and her breasts.

“Whatever you’re doing, it wont work witch,” said Shari. Her voice was firm, but their was the tiniest hint of a quiver in her tone. The pale witch’s hands undid the fabric binding Shari’s breasts, letting their pert, firm mass fall free. One of Elinerna’s hands tweaked Shari’s nipples, tugging gently at the nub. Shari bit her lip and gritted her teeth as her captor teased her, kissing her softly on the neck and rubbing her sex through the fabric. 
“Stop,” muttered Shari, but Elinerna only smiled in response. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric that concealed Shari’s sex and pulled it down from her waist until it hung by her knees. Elinerna stroked the outside of her folds, tickling and caressing them with tip of her middle finger.

Again Shari begged for her to stop, her tone less forceful, her voice wavering. The witch chuckled and slipped her fingers inside Shari, the assassin’s sex already slick with arousal.
“Why would you want me to stop Shari? Your body is telling me to keep going.” 
Elinerna’s hand moved up from Shari’s breasts, cupping her chin and forcing her to look down at her probing fingers.
“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you Shari? None of the Kermyar girls ever touched you?” Said the sorceress as she pressed closer to her captive. The witch’s pillowy, pale breasts pressed against Shari’s muscular back, their soft mass pushing out to the sides.

“N-no. Never before,” quivered Shari. Try as she might to retain her composure, Shari was flush with arousal. Her hips humped slowly into Elinerna’s fingers, their intrusion not entirely unwelcome. Even in the flickering firelight she could see how wet the witch’s fingers were, her sex wet and dripping. Shari unclenched her teeth, the softness of Elinerna’s touch on her face soothing her, as much as she reviled it. A soft, filling warmth was expanding from her crotch, every sensation magnified and titillating. Elinerna was so soft, so warm; the presence of her breasts at her back like two velvety cushions. 

“I do love dedication, Shari. It’s a trait I admire, and it has been so long since someone has shown me proper devotion.”
Elinerna turned Shari’s head, making the dark-skinned assassin face her. Shari’s eyes were half lidded and her mouth slightly ajar, her breath heavy. The sorceress slipped her fingers deeper in, probing the weak points in Shari’s vaginal walls. Elinerna closed her eyes and puckered her lips, tilting her head slightly and slowly moving towards Shari. Their lips met, and while Shari resisted at first, that amazing warmth grew as they kissed. She began to return Elinerna’s affections, locking lips with the buxom sorceress. Elinerna’s tongue entered Shari’s mouth, gently stroking the other woman’s tongue. Hesitantly, Shari tongued back, their tongues entwining and dancing together. The fingers inside Shari pressed deeper, causing her to buck her hips in response. 

*She likes it mistress,* said a disembodied voice in Elinerna’s throat.
*I think she wants to fuck us.*
*We should keep her,* added Xthoggath from her neck. 
*Lets bring her back to bed, wouldn’t it be great to watch Chnuch have his way with her?*
*She’s probably very dexterous; very talented with her fingers,* grunted Cyradgar.
*Oh be quiet, all of you* echoed Elinerna’s internal voice. 
*I’m enjoying myself, just let your mistress handle things her way.*

Elinerna motioned for the ogre to let go, and it released Shari’s arms with dumb obedience. Shari thought about fleeing, about seizing Elinerna’s neck and wringing it, about fighting her. But the warmth inside her, the digits buried in her snatch, the tongue in her mouth overwhelmed her rational instincts. With shaking limbs, she turned around to face Elinerna, her smaller, brown breasts pressed against the witch’s massive, ivory tits. Shari wrapped her arms around Elinerna, gripping her captor’s cushiony rear for support as she bucked on the witch’s fingers. Elinerna broke the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting the women’s lips. Her fingers withdrew from Shari, and she wrapped her arms around the back of the assassin’s head.
“Hmmmm, you like it, don’t you Shari? How about you come back to my bed with me, away from all these prying eyes. If you still want to in the morning you can try and take my life, but I think there’s something else you want tonight, am I right?”

The assassin nodded, feeling the delicious warmth slowly recede. She needed for it to return, to experience release.
“Good, pet. I’ll just fit you to my liking…”
There was a flutter of orange sparks and Shari could feel something resting around her neck. A leather choker with a metal ring in the middle, something an animal would wear, had appeared around her neck. Elinerna made a gripping motion and an orange cord appeared in her hand, trailing from her clenching fist to the ring on Shari’s collar.

“I didn’t agree to be a slave,” whined Shari, her breathing still heavy and needy.
Elinerna tugged on the cord and brought Shari to her knees. She hooked a delicate finger under the dark woman’s chin and forced her to look up at her curvaceous figure.
“If you want to finish with me tonight you’ll cooperate, okay Shari?” The sorceress punctuated that by plunging a quartet of fingers into Shari’s moist nethers,  causing the assassin to quiver. Her digits retracted as quickly as they entered, and she held her wet hand in front of Shari’s nose.

She could smell her arousal, the secretions her body created from Elinerna’s touch. Wordlessly, she opened her mouth and sucked on Elinerna’s wet fingers. She tasted herself, and decided she wanted more. Swallowing the dripping lubricant, as well as her pride, she looked up imploringly at Elinerna, nodding slowly as she did.
“Oh Shari, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me,”said Elinerna, as a chorus of happy voices rejoiced within her.
“Right this way pet, I have toys waiting for us.”

*So are we keeping her?* Asked Xthoggath as they approached Elinerna’s litter.
*She’s very skilled if she could track you, seeing as you move with magic mistress, I’m sure she could have many uses,* added Gwalt.
The slaves, to their credit, were still erect from when Elinerna had left, a sight that brought a malicious smile to her lips. Still holding Shari’s leash, she climbed onto the humanoid slave, planting an aggressive kiss on the spot between his eyes. Shari crawled in on all fours, and as she attempted to stand the witch yanked her back down, forcing her to keep her submissive position. 

*She does look very pretty mistress, just a touch up here and there and she’ll be perfect!*
*I’d bet she can help us find the beast, and maybe even with what comes after,* said a voice in her vagina, its tone dripping with sensuality just as Elinerna dripped with wetness.

Shari shuddered as the impish green slave took up position behind her. The cushions beneath them were soft and fluffy, and the luscious woman in front of her gently encouraged her, even as she held tight the orange cord holding her head up. Elinerna lay on her back atop the bearded human slave, teasing her mate with the entrance of her anus. Shari, poised on her hands and knees, face inches from Elinerna’s crotch, gasped as the squat creature pressed its member into her folds. The warm air from her exhalations washed over Elinerna’s crotch, titillating the sorceress. Chnuch’s pudgy hands played with Shari’s ass, squeezing her muscular, sinewy rear, spreading her wide as he pushed inside her. With a sigh, Elinerna lowered herself onto the man’s cock, encircling him in her tight anus. Her pillowy cheeks slid all the way to his scrotum, and a long moan escaped her lips as she lowered herself. 

Chnuch bucked his hips, thrusting forward and slightly upwards, forcing Shari to raise her ass in time with Chnuch. She gripped the cushions beneath her, gritting her teeth as the green creature bottomed out, his dark green balls slapping against her. He withdrew, adding tiny bucks of his hips forward as he retracted, causing her toes to twitch with each thrust. Shari could only pant as she watched Elinerna bounce rapidly up and down her slave’s shaft, her eyes locked on the witch’s huge tits. Elinerna’s mouth was wide open and her head thrown back, groaning loud and needy. The hand that wasn’t clutching Shari’s spectral leash supported her weight on the slave’s abdomen, her nails leaving red marks as she sought for purchase. 

She pressed hard against her slave, forcing him down on the cushions with her luscious ass. His head pressed though her tight sphincter, pushing against her colon at the apex of her descent. She rolled her curvy hips around when she pulled out, swirling his dick around the entrance to her ass as she watched Shari, the woman entranced by the sorceress’ lewd motions. 

A single rough thrust from Chnuch snapped Shari from her breast-induced reverie, and she yelped as she looked over her shoulder at the impish slave. His androgynous face was ecstatic, his orcish hands traveling over Shari’s sweaty body, looking for a spot to squeeze. The assassin started to buck back against him, her ass slapping against his crotch. Elinerna saw what Shari was doing and pulled on the leash when Shari thrust back, pulling her back to the tip of Chnuch’s cock. Breathy gasps escaped Shari when the orange cord was pulled, but couldn’t overcome the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Chnuch’s mitts settled on her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He bottomed out again, lingering there and filling Shari’s snatch with his maleness.

Elinerna yanked on the spectral leash, pulling Shari off Chnuch’s cock and face-first into her vagina. 
“Lick,” said Elinerna between heavy, lust filled breaths.
Shari’s mind was hazy, and it took a moment to respond, but as Elinerna bounced on her slave’s cock, her wet, dripping pussy being thrust into her face, Shari stuck her tongue out to lap at the sorceress’ snatch. 

Chnuch resumed his position behind her, pushing her hard with his thrusts. After a few experimental bucks of his hips, he had matched pace with Elinerna’s, causing Shari’s face to press against the witch’s vag at the apex of his thrusts. The assassin’s tongue tickled the outer walls of Elinerna’s sex, leaving a trail of lubricant and saliva connecting both pairs of lips. As she pushed off her slave, who was panting dangerously fast from his mistress’ actions, she kept her snatch in reach of Shari, bucking her hips into the brown girl’s face. She tongued deeper, moaning into the pale woman’s crotch as Chnuch thrust harder, faster, rougher. Elinerna’s soft, alabaster hand pushed down on the back of Shari’s head, making the assassin follow her as Elinerna descended her slave’s cock. 

In a lewd parody of a French kiss stretched her lips around Elinerna’s cunt, The sorceress shuddered, an orgasm rippling through her curvaceous body, causing her to pull harder on Shari’s head. The warm, sweet liquid of Elinerna’s ecstasy covered her tongue, causing Shari to quiver in ecstasy. Sensing his mistress’ orgasm, Chnuch fucked with renewed vigor, pounding against Shari’s sex, causing her nose to press against Elinerna’s mons. It was not long before the orcish slave pulled out of Shari, shooting his off-white seed onto her lower back. Still Shari found herself unfinished, and looked up imploringly at Elinerna for more. 

Her face flush with ecstasy, Elinerna nodded and snapped her fingers, all the while keeping Shari’s mouth pressed against her crotch. A small black portal appeared beneath Shari, and an erect, equine phallus emerged. Shari was ashamed that as soon as its flared head entered her sex, spreading her lips wide and sending a violent, spastic orgasm through the assassin. 

They continued for hours, exhausting the two slaves as they spent more and more of their seed on the wanton ladies. When they finally were spent Shari rolled to the side of the litter, resting against one of the gold posts, panting with exhaustion, slick with sweat and cum.

“Wasn‘t there something you wanted to do after you finished?” Asked Elinerna as she crawled beside Shari, the assassin’s brown skin stained with white from numerous ejaculations. The panting woman couldn’t find the energy to respond, and quivered as the sorceress’ silken hands stroked her hair and her hips.
“Whatever it was I’m sure we can forget about it,” Elinerna placed a tender kiss on Shari’s shoulder, “at least for the rest of my little trip. Would you like that Shari, traveling with me, enjoying these pleasures every day and night?”
“Until the end of your journey? I-I guess I can wait that long.”

Elinerna gently flicked Shari’s lower lip and moved her other hand to her inner thigh.
“A woman after my own heart, I’m so glad we met Shari. Of course, if you want to accompany me you’ll need a few improvements. Nothing serious of course; a bit more here, a bit less there, but its all for your benefit. All those who dedicate themselves to me,” she gently bit Shari’s ear for a moment, teasing it between her front teeth, “get to share my gifts, and flawless beauty is the foremost of them.”

“And if I refuse? If I like who I am?” Replied the assassin. Though she tried to sound defiant her tone was lustful, her words more moans than anything. Elinerna rolled on top of the exhausted Shari, pulling the bearded human slave over by his leash. She winked at her female captive and growled under her voice; sultry and intimidating at the same time.
“I’m afraid that isn’t an option sweet Shari. You’ll have to try it out at least; just let me make one or two tiny changes. You can refuse them if you like, but you’ll find there are none better then me at my craft.”

Elinerna pulled the scarred man to his knees, then pushed him down with her hand until he was prone.
“You were good slave, good, but not great,” she said, seizing his head, “I have a better use for you, one where you’ll be much more pleasing to me.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could protest the witch’s fingers passed over hips lips. His skin seemed to smear and smudge, his lips becoming nothing but a red blur on his face. The slave’s eyes widened in horror as Elinerna continued, smoothing out his facial features, rubbing his nose, ears and eyes into his skin until they vanished. Next was his hair, rubbed away until his head was a featureless mass of flesh. Shari watched, entranced and terrified, the assassin speechless at the display before her. Elinerna kneaded and rubbed his head until it became soft putty, melting under her touch like clay. His shoulders and torso melted next, joining what was once his head in a puddle of flesh-colored mud.

“What in the name of god,” muttered Shari as Elinerna rolled her slave’s arms like moist dough, kneading them until they lost their form. It was not long before what was once a handsome, scarred man was just a puddle of skin-colored muck. Elinerna picked up a fistful of the stuff, and quickly smeared it over Shari’s chest.

“Don’t be afraid Shari,” said the witch, her honeyed tone at odds with her wicked grin.
“I’ll make you gorgeous, ravishing beyond your wildest dreams.”
She rubbed the fleshy stuff into Shari’s breasts, making soft encouraging noises as she did. Shari could feel something happening to her; as the putty was pressed into her it seemed to change; becoming the same color as her skin, taking on its texture, its tone, until the two were indistinguishable. Her tits felt like they had grown by tiny fractions, the fleshy muck becoming part of her. The sorceress took more of the stuff and applied it to her until her tits had swelled a cup size, then smiled and rolled off of Shari. There was still some of the putty left, a little less than half the original amount.

“Well Shari, do you like it? Just a little more on the top for those curves, which I’m afraid you lacked.”
Shari sat up and stared at her new tits. They felt soft, clean, unblemished by the desert sands, the scars or the bruises she had accrued. They fit perfectly in her hand, just large enough to fill them with the nipple poking out, and as she touched them she realized how sensitive they were; how touching her breasts sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body. 

“It feels good, it really does. Where did the, the thing you put on me go?”
“Its part of you now Shari, part of your bosom, just as much as anything that was there before.”
Elinerna hefted another glob of the transmutational  ooze. 
“Do you want more?”

Shari nodded and laid down on her tummy, resting her head in her toned dark arms. The witch smeared some of the stuff on Shari’s crotch and ass, rubbing it into her gently and playing with her sex. It felt good, the erotic, transformative massage, and as the putty was fused with her she could feel its effects. Her vagina became tighter, wetter and more sensitive, her ass became plumper and fuller.

*She’s enjoying this more than fucking!* Said a voice.
*Just look at her face, have you seen anyone so ecstatic?*

The final bit of putty Elinerna applied to Shari’s lips, rubbing it around the entrance to her mouth until her lips gained a bit of pout, a bit of fullness. The dry, cracked lips indicative of a life in the desert vanished, and in their place was a flush, kissable mouth.

Elinerna used it, kissing the transformed Shari deep and lovingly, locking lips and entwining tongues. After what felt like an eternity, and Shari wished it was, Elinerna broke the kiss.
“To think this is but the first night of our journey, Shari. How much more we have yet to do, how much more we can share.”
Shari groaned in response, throwing an arm around Elinerna and holding her close. The witch sighed and wriggled to Shari’s side, pressing up close to her so that she could feel the woman’s body heat, her tits squished against her. 
“Are you happy, Shari? Glad you’ve decided to lay with your nemesis?”
The brown assassin moaned in response and nuzzled Elinerna’s shoulder before slipping into unconsciousness.

The morning brought no event save the camp breaking up, and as the group of giant ogres hefted the litter Shari was jolted awake. The buxom witch was sitting with her legs folded on the other side of the cushions, a revealing garment of metal bands and jewels decorating her body. One of her harem, Anwes, stood with his head bowed at the edge of the litter, carrying a silver tray laden with sweets and decanters of brightly colored liquid. 
“Finally awake? We have lots of ground to cover and I want you awake for it.”

Shari rubbed her groggy eyes and picked at a bit of sleep dust in her eyes. Had last night really happened? All those years of plotting revenge leading up to this? The restraint around her told her so, but still it seemed like a strange dream. Yet here she was. 
“Come on girl, eat up,” said the sorceress, pushing a cup of something greenish and cool into her hands. 
Elinerna watched her as she ate and drank, occasionally whispering something to Anwes. When Shari had finished down her meal Elinerna motioned to someone outside the litter and two more slaves climbed on. Anwes laid down the tray and squatted behind his mistress, slowly and gently rubbing her shoulders. The two new slaves, Fydlon  and Cariad, approached Shari. The elfin Fydlon gripped her feet, massaging them and easing out the stress that days of desert travel had caused. Cariad, with reptilian swiftness, took her right arm and did the same, relaxing her taught muscles and calloused hands. They firm, yet gentle, applying just enough pressure not to be uncomfortable. 

“I have so much,” sighed Elinerna as Anwes massaged her back. “Hundreds of mates to choose from, so many tailored to my wills. I would lie if I said I could remember all of their names.”
*You don’t mean us, do you?* Asked Gwalt.
*No my sweet, I love those who I share my gift with, and they hold a special place in my heart.*
“Its almost excessive when I think about it,” she moaned as Anwes worked on a knot of tension in her upper back.
“It takes almost all of my time, even when ruling, to make use of as many as I can. Every day I try and use a different toy, but there’s just so many. And nobody to share them with.”
Cariad rolled Shari’s upper arm between his palms, relaxing it until her toned limbs were loose and calm.
“Of course I’m sure my arch enemy wouldn’t’t dare use her nemesis’ captives like that.”
“And what do you mean by that?” Asked Shari.
“Well, once you have your chance against my life, and assuming you can take it, are you going to claim my slaves as your own? I‘m sure they‘d make quite the reward for you long, difficult quest, provided you have the appetite. Do you like them?”

Cariad gently lowered Shari onto her stomach and worked her lower back, just above her tailbone, easing the stress and discomfort out of her.
“They’re nice, yeah. Just a few days with these guys might not be enough.”
Elinerna smiled when she heard that, and the voices inside rejoiced.

As the march went on, a cycle of slaves passed through the litter. Most only touched and teased the women within, keeping them at a constant state of arousal. After a long-tongued lizard man had edged Shari to a near climax and left her a dripping, needy mess, Elinerna brought her out of the litter, carrying her atop a floating disc just above the ground. 

“I want to know more about you Shari. How is it you managed to track me all the way out here, and defeat so many of my servants alone?.”
The floating disc kept pace with the rest of the procession, flitting between rows of marching slaves as Elinerna inspected them.
“No need to hesitate sweetie, how about this: If I like what I hear, I’ll let you pick which one makes you cum, okay?”
Shari nodded and began her speech.

“I was traded to a man from the cities when I was a girl, I was made one of his wives. There was no love between us, but he wanted his wives for more than just sex. All of us were trained to be killers, assassins and spies for him. I think he liked to sleep with powerful women; it made him feel powerful by extension.”
Elinerna nodded, petting Shari.

“A man after my own heart,” said the sorceress. The disc passed between the slaves, none of which could take their eyes of their scantily clad master and her new toy.

“Anyways, it turned out I was the best of the best. Took down a lot of his rivals. But he knew his head vizier was going to betray him; one of the other wives had been spying on him, but she wasn‘t up to the task.”

Elinerna fingered her slave to keep her aroused as she inspected the few of her servants who were permitted to go armed, their weapons enscrolled to never harm the witch. 
“So I was sent to the magi who lived in the deep desert to be trained. They gave me some charms I know; ways to intuit which way a spell came from just like the wind, ways to deflect certain spells.”
“Interesting. And this vizier, did your tricks help defeat him?”
“You destroyed my people. I only heard of this halfway through the trip back home. I didn’t love my husband; he was just an owner really. I abandoned him to find you and hunt you down, and the magi’s training helped-to a point,” she punctuated that by tugging at her collar.

“Could you teach someone?” Asked Elinerna.
*You’re thinking that once we find the beast-* Said Gwalt.
*We use her to-* Said Cyradgar.
*Exactly,* said Elinerna.
The witch bent over her slave and whispered in her ear, hooking a finger in the collar’s ring and tickling Shari’s neck. 
“Could your skills be taught? Can you train someone to be as skilled a warrior as you Shari, with the charms the magi schooled you in?”

“I’m not sure if I’m really-” she began, but as she felt Elinerna’s soft fingers brushing against her clitoris she bit her lip and restarted.
“I could try, I’ve never done anything like that, but I could try.” 

They retired for the night as the rest of the procession made camp. As the buxom witch led her captive into the palanquin she whispered softly into her ear.
“Have you decided on your mate for tonight sweet Shari? Who gets the honor of making you cum?”

The assassin shut her eyes and rolled her head back, brushing the entrance to her sex as she did so.
“Shit, you’re slaves are all pretty sexy, but, well, I’m not really interested in them.”
Elinerna cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her prodigious tits.
“And just what do you mean by that girl?”

Shari looked up imploringly at Elinerna, gently rubbing herself as she did so.
“I think I just want you. I don’t think any of them could measure up to how you feel.”
The witch smiled and relaxed, crawling into the cushions on all fours, tossing her hair over one shoulder.
“You never cease to surprise me Shari, in the most pleasing of ways.”

Elinerna pounced on her captive, wrapping her arms around her neck and sloppily kissing her. They fell into the cushions and writhed there, trails of saliva escaping from the corners of their mouths. Shari’s legs wrapped around Elinerna’s waist and she ground her crotch against the sorceress’. The assassin rubbed her hands through Elinerna’s luscious hair as their tongues intertwined, forming a helix of wet, sticky flesh. The witch rolled on top and broke the kiss, rearing up back and grabbing Shari’s tits. The assassin panted and ground her wet sex against Elinerna’s squeezing tight around her waist with her legs. As Shari rolled her crotch up Elinerna squeezed tighter on the brown woman’s tits, tickling the nipples as she released. 

Emboldened by the curvier woman’s moans of pleasure, Shari sat up and grabbed Elinerna’s ass, pushing two of her fingers into the witch’s tight ass. Elinerna’s lidded eyes shot open for a moment as she heard Gwalt, Cyradgar and many more cry in pleasure, and she gritted her teeth at the unexpected intrusion. One of her hands left Shari’s breast of her own, squeezing a fistful of her soft pale flesh in time with Shari’s penetration. Gradually Elinrna fell back, falling centimeters each time Shari’s fingers pulled out of her sphincter. When she was completely supine Shari grinned and untangled her legs from the witch’s. Her captor was crying in pleasure; her eyes shut and her teeth grinding as Shari managed to squeeze another finger inside her curvaceous rear. Shari was in control, and though one of Elinerna’s hands was holding onto her collar, meekly gripping it with three fingers, Shari squirmed her way up Elinerna’s body. With  clumsy, grinding thrusts she humped her sex against the soft woman’s belly, then up between her breasts, until she had her dripping wet cunt poised above Elinerna’s panting mouth.

With graceful flexibility she bent backwards, managing to keep her fingers embedded in Elinerna’s rear. The hand that feebly clutched at Shari’s collar descended to the bronze woman’s waist and pressed down, her movements shaky and uncontrolled. 
“I cant believe how-euugh-how hot this is,” moaned Shari as she pressed her lower lips to Elinerna’s waiting mouth. The witch’s flexible tongue eagerly lapped at Shari’s vagina, a trio of voices that resided in her tongue exalting the taste of her sexual fluids. Without restraint, Shari ground her hips into the sorceress’ face, prompting the mewling sorceress to increase her oral ministrations. Shari yelped as Elinerna’s tongue tickled a sensitive spot inside her, prompting her to rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of her captor’s ass. She arced her back and wriggled the tips of her fingers, evoking a muffled groan of pleasure from Elinerna.

Her motions now sloppy and uncontrolled, sucking and tonguing Shari’s sex like a dog lapped at a bowl, Elinerna gripped her captive’s hips, digging her nails into the dark skin enough to draw tiny drops of blood. She pulled the groaning assassin into her face, and felt her fingers twitch and vibrate with the beginnings of an orgasm. Sexual fluids flooded into Elinerna’s mouth, drenching her tongue and causing droplets of mixed cum and salvia to run down her chin. Suddenly Shari’s fingers bunched, struggling to become a fist despite the tightness of Elinerna’s warm hole. The pressure threatened to stretch her, and she felt herself cumming on the girl’s hand, her ass constricting around the didgits as her back arched and she screamed into Shari’s lower lips. The women’s combined outcry of ecstasy was so loud that one of the armed guards leapt atop the litter to see if his mistress was harmed, getting an eyeful of the entwined ladies when he parted the curtains.

It felt like an eternity until the sweaty, sticky lovers, one deep brown and one pale as the moon untangled themselves, the smaller assassin curling up with one leg over Elinerna and her head between her cushiony tits. When the panting, fluid-drenched witch saw the peeping slave she smiled, and beckoned him forward.

“Enjoying the view, worm?” She said through her pants and the hazy warmth of the afterglow.
“Come on in, Id like to reward you for your diligence.”

The slave was shocked when Shari, who still appeared stunned with post-coital bliss, sprung forward and put the slave in an arm-lock, restringing him with her wiry strength. The witch crawled over to the slave and draped her arms over his-and Shari’s-shoulders.
“I’m afraid my newest toy still needs some improvements, and it looks like you’ve just volunteered.”
“But mistres-” began the slave, but he was shut up as Shari yanked his head to the side and kissed him deeply. 

The lusty, forceful kiss distracted the slave as Elinerna changed his body into warm, malleable sludge, what was once his body running over Shari’s legs. When only the head remained, still locking lips with Shari, the witch rubbed it into the woman’s face, covering her visage with the stuff.

As she worked the magical substance into Shari she could hear the assassin moan in pleasure, fingering herself as her body changed. Elinerna added some mass to her bosom, some length to her eyelashes and fixed what had been a nose broken many times. Scars and bruises and burns vanished from Shari’s face and her cheekbones rose by a miniscule amount, perfecting the proportions of her face. Shari’s hips and ass winded a little, and as Elinrna applied some of the putty to Shari’s arms, smoothing away bruises and blemishes, adding sensitivity to her fingertips and perfecting the proportions, making her figure much more desirable. 

When the last of the stuff had been applied to Shari, save for a drop which Elinerna swallowed with a sultry motion, the slave examined and caressed her enhanced body, reveling in the newness of it. Elinrna pecked her cheek and stared lovingly into her eyes, an amused, thin smile on her flawless lips.
“Enjoying yourself sweetie? You remind me of myself when I first tried it.”
“Oh god yes, its unbelievable. And the sex,” she moaned and fell into Elinerna’s lap, staring up into the curvy woman. Her view of her face was almost entirely obscured by the witch’s massive tits, but that didn’t bother Shari. 
“The sex is amazing, do you fuck like this every day?”

The witch stroked her slave’s hair, exhaling pleasantly as she did so.
“Indeed sweet Shari, but its not every day I get to share with someone. It makes it so much more special, and I hope you appreciate this, to enjoy my equal; my greatest foe and nemesis. Someone who has truly dedicated themselves to me, in one way or another.”
“Is that what you consider me? Your equal?”
Elinerna licked her lips and bent down so her pendulous boobs rested on Shar’s face.
“Of course sweetie, why else would I allow you the chance to kill me.”

The next day passed like its predecessor; Shari and Elinerna copulated, this time with the full quartet of Elinerna’s harem, the well-hung hybrids leaving none of the women’s holes unused. Elinerna offered Shari the choice of which slave would be added to her, which of her body parts would be enhanced, and the consciousnesses inside Elinerna shared in the unbelievable ecstasy their host experienced.

It was on the dawn of the third morning that Shari awoke alone, her collar vanished, the busty witch nowhere to be found. The sky was the deep red of sunrise, coloring the bleak landscape. As she stumbled to her bare feet and tossed aside the cushions, she saw Elinerna, sitting at the edge of the golden litter, beyond the gauzy curtains. She was completely naked, her dark hair flowing sensually over her shoulders. Her legs were crossed and her arms rested behind her as she watched the sunrise, its crimson light coloring her white skin.
“I’m afraid my journey ends here Shari; my destination lies yonder,” she indicated the range of colossal, sheer mountains the sun was cresting, their harsh faces at odds with Elinerna’s soft beauty.

One of Shari’s knives lay behind the witch, scant inches from her ample rear.
“And I promised that you could fulfill your vengeance. That you could slay me.”
Shari swallowed, staring at the knife, her throat dry and her body motionless.
“I’m honestly quite impressed Shari, believe me. That you dedicated so many years of your life to ending me; that you made me your reason for living and breathing; every action you took was for this moment, for me.”
She rolled her head to the side and exposed her bare shoulders, exhaling softly in the cold morning air.

Shari shuffled forward, the gold of the palanquin causing goosebumps in her feet. The knife, glistening and inviting, sharp and short in contrast to the curvy woman beside it. She had taken everything from Shari, hadn’t she? Shari stepped closer to the blade and paused, thinking about her life before Elinerna had destroyed her people.

A loveless marriage to a corrupt king was all that awaited her had she returned to the cities, and she hadn’t seen the Kermyar people for many years, since they had sold her to the king. They didn’t want to see her at all, had they? They gave her away at a young age, as was custom, but still she felt kinship with them. It was only Elinerna’s destruction of them that spurred her to return, that caused her to dedicate her life to slaying the monster that did this.

Shari clutched the knife in her hands, testing the weight and checking the edge. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the steel; her form beautified and improved by Elinrna’s contact. 

“I wonder,” said the witch as she gazed at the rising sun, “what you will do once I lay dead? You have no home, no family to return to, do you? I cant imagine anything would matter once your purpose in life is fulfilled. How sad, to be done with life at such a young age.”

There was a clatter of metal on metal. Elinerna shut her eyes as Shari embraced her from behind, the nude woman’s cold body warmed by Elinerna’s.
“I can’t. I hate it but I cant.” Whined Shari.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you know. I cant go back to the cities, and threes nowhere else for me but with you. I expected to find a monster, and I guess I did, but not one who could make me feel like this.”

Elinerna smiled and petted Shari’s cheek.
*You knew she would do that, right mistress?*
*This was all part of the plan all along, right?*

“Don’t worry sweet Shari, I think I might feel the same way. Its so hard to find someone I can share all this with; that was what this whole trip was about.”
Shari looked up quizzically at Elienrna, whose gaze was fixed on the mountains.
“There is a great monster that lives in these mountains Shari. Something that destroyed the kingdom that once stood here, long long ago. I’ve spent over a century as the Spirit-Eater, a monster reviled and feared by many. I think I want to be more than that now, something I havent experienced in all these years.”

Shari said nothing, prompting Elinerna to continue.
“That monster is to be the father of my child, Shari. The only living thing that could possibly be my equal; the only thing worthy of breeding with me.”

She paused to let that sink in, the unexpectedness of the words stunning Shari.

“I want to be a mother Shari. To have something love me unconditionally, without me forcing it upon them. And I want my child to surpass me, to become something worthy of inheriting all that I possess. I want you to raise him, Shari. I want you to help me rear my child, and share in all the beauty we can create.”

The assassin squeezed her tighter and rubbed Elinerna’s stomach, prodding her belly button. 
“I cant really put my finger on it, but for some reason that sounds lovely. I guess I don’t want to chase you any more, and settling down sounds nice. How does the sex part work though, for getting knocked up?”

Elinerna stepped off the palanquin, gesturing for Shari to follow. She stood on her tiptoes, the ground cold and uncomfortable, as the sorceress led her to the slave’s camp. Though the tents and structures were still erect, the mass of servants were nowhere to be found. All Shari heard was a loud grunting and panting, sounds of exertion. As Elinerna led her to the back of the camp the source of the noises was revealed; all of the slaves, warriors, manticores, ogres, all of them, entwined in sex. 

A pair of hulking ogres spit roasted a manticore between their cocks, now free from the portals that formerly hovered over their groins. Chunch, Anwes and Cariad formed a chain of anal penetration, the final slave humping reverently into another slave’s mouth.

“Its wonderful isn’t it Shari? Very nice to see them all get to enjoy themselves, especially with what comes next.”
“Meaning what? I assumed we were joining in?” Said Shari, already a half step towards the fuckpile.

“Stand back sweetie,” ordered Elinerna, wisps of greenish light shooting from her fingertips. The witch’s hair blew in a wind that Shari couldn’t feel, her eyes and veins glowing bright green. As the glowing green feelers washed over the orgy the spell caster floated into the air, hovering above the center of the mass. As they fucked, the slaves’ forms became less distinct, merging and falling apart into globs of sludge. Still they humped and pounded each other, becoming less individuals and more an undulating mass of man-shaped puddles. 

Soon enough there was nothing left but a roiling puddle of flesh-putty, wide as a pond, with the incandescent witch hovering above it. The green lights faded and Shari stumbled to her knees, watching as Elinerna plunged into the heap of putty. The buxom witch smiled as she sank into the muck, and her entrance sent ripples through the pond of flesh-stuff. Shari watched as the putty buckled and shivered, contorting and stretching as it sought to settle on a concrete form. First a set of massive toes emerged from the bottom, then fingers from the top.  They writhed outwards, and a pair arms and legs emerged from the shrinking lake of goop, dragging themselves free. The lower half of a torso congealed, a cavernous vagina and mountainous rear taking shape. 

When the final bits of flesh-clay had settled, Elinerna stood where the pond of muck had been. She stood nearly fifty feet tall; her luscious features unchanged save their size. The assassin stood stunned, both enraptured and terrified by Elinerna’s transformation.

The giantess blew a kiss at Shari and bent down; her boulder-sized breasts nearly crushing the assassin. She stroked her cleavage and muttered something in it’s direction before turning her attention back to Shari.
“Quite the sight isn’t it sweetie?“ She hefted her left tit and licked the nipple, making wet smacking sounds as she did.
“Take a good look, because I don’t know how long this will take. There is plenty of food left, and I’m sure you can subsist out here when I return I’ll take us back to my home, then we can celebrate.”

The giantess stepped over Shari, her enormous cooch gaping above her, as she stepped into the mountains, striding up hundreds of feet with each step. 

Shari watched open mouthed as Elinerna disappeared into the cliffs, her enormous rear like a jiggling hill. 
“What on earth is she looking for up there?”  Shari said as she finally collected her thoughts. 

When the kingdom was besieged by the great beast its mightiest wizards had pooled their collective might, turning deathly arcane energies against the monster. Despite the torrent of power that could split mountains, the monster ignored all their attempts and trampled their beautiful towers into dust. Even the magical bow the founders of the land passed down through their offspring was turned aside by the monster’s impregnable hide. Every one of the many who had tried to defeat it believed themselves powerful enough, but each had been proven wrong.

Elinerna had walked many miles through the rough mountains, toward where she suspected it would be hiding. Dozens of detection spells, the power of which would scorch an ordinary mind, wormed their way through the air, probing everywhere for her quarry. The sun had nearly set, the witch sweaty with exertion and tired, her face red from the difficult hike. It was unbecoming to walk like this, when someone of her beauty should be carried as not to besmirch her majesty. She would need to absorb at least four slaves to undo what this walk had done to her feet alone.
*And then I say to Longwin, while you were asleep mistress, sorry about that, that we should persuade you to braid your hair, but then he starts talking about all the jewelry options,* said Cyradgar, trying to entertain her mistress and distract her from her discomfort.

It was then that her spells informed her that something massive, impossibly huge was near. The witch’s eyes scanned the darkening horizon line for something; a mountain that was moving, a hill shaking, anything. The ground cracked and loose stones rolled down the hill as something massive emerged from beneath the ground. Elinerna stumbled, cursing that she was forced to walk barefoot, and fell to her back as the beast emerged from underneath the mountain. Taller than the giant Elinerna and over twice as long, with a predatory, reptilian form reminiscent of ancient monsters and a broad, almost shark like head. It was broad and muscular, with large, developed forearms and brown skin covered in scabs, warts and bits of encrusted stone, all of which were a ruddy orange. Its back was encased in a glossy, caramel colored carapace coated in huge, curved spikes, with similar spines protruding from its neck, the underside of its mouth, and its elbows. With massive horns, teeth and taught, raptor-like legs, a powerful tail and wicked claws, the monster was clearly a killing machine, an engine of destruction.

Here was the thing that Elinerna had journeyed across the wasteland to find; the unstoppable monster that had destroyed the greatest kingdom on earth. They called it the Tarrasque.

Elinerna raised her arms and conjured her mightiest spell to control minds; one who’s casting was so powerful she felt trickles of blood leak from her nose as she cast it. The purple-pink cloud of magic roiled towards the lumbering behemoth, seeming to bounce off its thorned carapace. Elinerna raised her hands for another spell, but with quickness that a creature of its size shouldn’t posses it rammed its head into her chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs and forcing her back a hundred feet. She struggled to cast a spell, any spell, to subdue the monster so she could mate with it, but the beasts ferocity had been building for hundreds of years, and it had only one outlet in front of it. Its claws raked and buffeted Elinerna, its massive body atop her and pummeling her with blows that possessed such force they cracked the rock beneath her and sent shockwaves rippling through the ground. The creature bellowed, louder then thunder and a thousand times more terrible, strands of saliva flying  from its great gullet.

Elinerna’s fingers, their once-manicured nails cracked, dug into the earth as she tried to crawl away, but the Tarrasque tore after her, roaring as it did so. It rammed her, its horns scraping against her back and flipping her over. The beast poised over her, its toothy mouth agape and dripping thick ropes of saliva. Elinerna swallowed, for once meeting not her equal, but her better. For all her arrogance, she realized, she had believed she could tame this abomination, never considering that it might be beyond her.

*Well my dears, It looks like I found what we came for,* thought Elinerna
*If it ends me I hope you know I loved every single one of you.*
*We love you too mistress. We know it hurts, we all feel it just as much as you do, but we have to get through this. Shari is waiting for us, and all this will have been for nothing if it ends here,* said a chorus of voices.

Though she lacked the will for it as the monster beat her, her legs started to move on their own. Exerting the extent of control their absorbed consciousnesses possessed, the numerous absorbed slaves caused her muscles to twitch, to sloppily move, until her crotch was bared to the Tarrasque in a submissive display. The beast’s beatings slowed, and it stared at Elinerna’s crotch quizzically, planting a taloned foot on her stomach to keep her in place. It sniffed at her crotch, its narrow nostrils flaring as it did so, its drool pooling beneath her butt. The thing grunted, and pawed the earth with its free foot, its tail waving in the air. The Tarrasque’s clawed paws seized Elinerna by her shins and started to drag her, stepping ponderously into the hole it had crawled from. Despite her best efforts to resist, Elinerna couldn’t escape it’s grip, couldn’t call forth her magic, and was dragged down with it.

The beast threw her into a dank corner of the massive cavern it had slumbered in, breathing heavily over her. Elinerna struggled to her feet, casting healing magic on herself to rid her of the wounds it had caused her. Without warning it surged forth, its horns impacting on the cavern walls behind her head with a deafening bang. When Elinerna opened her eyes the monster’s toothy maw was scant inches from her head, and she was unable to move from between its horns. The monster opened its mouth wide, each of its cow-sized teeth bared to Elinerna. 

Something long and sticky shot out of its maw, smacking Elinerna in the face. She looked down at the wet object; the Tarrasque’s tongue, a muscle not unlike a frog’s. The beast retracted its tongue and fired again, this time finding its mark and shooting into Elinerna’s mouth. The wet, thick muscle forced its way down her throat, pushing past her gullet and filling her with its mass. As the monster breathed it pulsed, slightly expanding and contracting; keeping Elinerna close to the Tarrasque like the collars she kept on her slaves. She couldn’t move away or the tongue would grow tight and hurt her insides, become taught and work like a leash, something she found herself quite impressed with. A very elegant way of doing things, very organic and sensual, those were her thoughts. 

She couldn’t see all the way to the Tarrasque’s haunches, but it stepped back a few paces, its froglike tongue trailing out of its gaping maw. It dragged Elinerna, who could barely breathe from her beating and the invasive tongue, so her back was on the ground, and it gripped her giant legs with its powerful claws, lifting them and her ass into the air. The taste of the Tarrasque’s tongue combined with its pulsing presence made her gag, but she did her best to push her cunt forwards, offering it to the monster. 
*This is new,* she thought, her initial fear subsiding to be replaced with deviant curiosity.
*I cant belive I haven’t tried anything like this; we really should get out more, shouldn’t we darlings?*
*Are you sure about this mistress? What if it hurts us? What if it-*
*Hush darling, Im not worried about that right now. I just want to see how many times he can make me cum.*

A deep grunt, so loud it shook the cavern and hurt Elinerna’s inner ear, rumbled from the Tarrasque’s gullet, its hind legs shuffling upwards so they were close to the witch’s sex. The Tarrasque’s tail thrashed, causing stalactites to fall from the ceiling and collapsing smaller parts of the cave, and Elinerna could see something emerging from between its legs. She blushed when she saw it, feeling like a chaste maiden again; afraid and morbidly lustful for the organ, and could feel her sex growing wet in anticipation. 

A reddish-pink cock was growing from an unseen spot hidden behind the Tarrasque’s gut, the colossal dick almost as long as Elinerna’s giant forearm. The giant witch moaned deep and needful into her fleshy restraint, needing to be filled by that gargantuan organ. Without hesitation it thrust into her, pushing her back into the cold, hard cavern floor. She gritted her teeth as the Tarrasque pushed its length in, its size stretching her walls and causing her toes to twitch in pain and perverse pleasure.

She came right there, never having felt as satisfied from any of her slaves as that moment; a wet, pulsing column of sticky muscle in her mouth and a turgid fuckrod spreading her wide. The monster’s powerful hands squeezed on her legs, cutting off circulation in her feet, as he pushed further into the sorceress. Her quivering legs belayed her ecstasy and she moaned into the tongue; rivulets of sexual fluid leaking her aching pussy. The tip of the monster’s meat pressed against her cervix, only half of its length buried inside her. Stupidly, the Tarrasque tried to push further, only causing it’s mate to shriek into the tongue holding its head fast. Reluctantly, it pulled out, only to thrust back in with the same force it had previously.

*Oh my, yes, oh yes, he’s amazing. I might have to come back for more, oh yes, right there, maybe show my child how his fathe-oooooooh!* 

Elinerna’s mind was struggling to cope with the intensity of pleasure and pain, the overpowering nature of the monster and the shrieking of the dozens of voices driven mad with pleasure from it’s fucking overwhelming her. Her hands quivered and shook, and she gripped the Tarrasques horns for support, bucking her hips back into the beast. It gurgled in satisfaction and redoubled its efforts, fucking half again as fast and twice as rough. Elinerna’s eyes rolled back in her head, the beast’s hot breath and strands of saliva bombarding her face as she moaned in wanton ecstasy into the restraining tongue. She had orgasmed two-no-three times now, and was feeling a fourth coming onto her, and still the gargantuan beast was fucking. It’s tail pounded against the cavern floor and ceiling in time with its thrusts, shaking the entire cave. Bits of dirt and rock fell on Elinerna, but she couldn’t have noticed them as the gargantuan beast slammed against her, rocking her body and scraping her back against the floor.

After over an hour, it finally came, splattering her insides with its seed, causing the sorceress, her tongue lolling out and drooling, to arch her back and hump forward onto it’s fuckrod, craving more even as she was filled to the brim.

As it disengaged from her, its rod shrinking and contacting, it shoved her to the ground. It stomped over to the entrance of the cave, then the Tarrasque picked up an enormous boulder and plugged the cavern‘s egress. Elinerna couldn’t have minded; she had found what she was looking for. 

“How do these goddamn-shit dropped it, things stay on?” Groaned Shari as she fumbled with a set of pasties. It had been nearly five days since Elinerna’s departure, and today she was entertaining herself with trying on the witch’s wardrobe. She had figured out how to get the system of gold chains to stay on and while they jingled a bit too much she found them rather fetching. But the golden discs to cover her nipples she couldn’t keep fastened, and was close to giving up on the whole endeavor when something tumbled down the mountains. She sprang to attention and seized her knives, dropping into a crouching position and cursing her wardrobe for its loud jingling.

A great white figure was stumbling down the cliffs, it’s dark hair matted with dirt, sweat and other fluids, nails cracked and dirty, eyes lidded in exhaustion. It was Elinerna, almost unrecognizable from her unkempt, disheveled appearance, the witch‘s elegant beauty besmirched and defiled by whatever she had copulated with. With every step she lost mass; pieces of her falling off like dandruff, until she stumbled into the camp with Shari, a trail of whiteish flakes of flesh leading all the way back up the mountain. The disheveled sorceress collapsed not twenty feet from Shari, falling face first into the dirt. The assassin rushed to her side, holding her up and brushing the hair from her face.

“My god, what happened up there? Are you all right?” She said, looking frantically over the sorceress. She saw numerous wounds and the telltale signs of dehydration and starvation, things life in the desert had made her acutely aware of.
Elinerna pulled Shari in for a tight kiss, brushing lips and rubbing tongues for a moment, before she guided Shari’s hand to her stomach.
“I found him,” she whispered, “I found the end of my journey.“

EPILOGUE

Shari rubbed the oil on her mistress’ shoulders, making them wet and glossy, reflective and inviting. They were both nude, seated on one of the soft couches in Elinerna’s lewd bedchambers. 
“How is he doing with the weapons lessons? He was begging me for more time with you yesterday?” Asked Elinerna, her legs folded, hands braiding her hair.
“He’s doing great sweetie, we’ve moved from rods to blunted swords and he’s picked up the skills like a natural. We’re doing some sparring tomorrow, and I’ve even got him excited for exercising.”
“How did you manage that?” asked Elinerna as Shari rubbed the oil into her tits, making sure to get the space under the witch’s heavy breasts.
“Well, I made a bet with him. Every time he beats his record, I’ll…”
Shari swirled her finger in front of Elinrna, making sucking sounds with her face.
“Oh really sweetie? How many times has my baby got his reward?”
Shari giggled and rubbed some oil into Elinerna’s ass, wetting her cheeks and slipping a finger into her sphincter for a fraction of  a second.

“Every time so far, he’s gotten very good at it. I may have to change the bet, and maybe the reward too, just so he gets some practice.”
“Oh please do, I don’t want my baby getting bored. Get creative, show him something he hasn’t done yet.”
“Of course mistress,” Shari rubbed the oil into Elinerna’s crotch, getting her sex and thighs glistening with moisture.
“Spellcasting lessons alright?” She asked.
Elinerna sighed and finished tying back her hair. It had been difficult to deliver him, even with all the spells she had used. Shari had helped every step of the way, and though the baby’s spikes had wounded Elinerna the assassin had helped nurse her back to health until she could regenerate her injuries. 
“Still nothing, he takes after his father I suppose. I finally got him to calm down during the improvements, he looks so much better with a few less birthmarks, and I had to tweak his tail a bit.”

“He should be finishing up lunch in a minute, ill leave you two for some mother-son bonding, alright?” asked Shari, picking up a towel.
“Oh, thank you sweetie. Take your pick of any of the toys, I promise we wont be long.”
Shari placed a kiss on Elinerna’s shoulder and gave a sultry moan into her ear, squeezing the pale woman’s tits as she did so.
“Take as long as you need mistress, Ill get both of you afterwards.”

The brown woman slapped Elinerna’s rear and raced out of the room before she could react, and with a shrug of her shoulders Elinerna reclined on the couch, waiting for her son. Soon enough, she could hear an uneven pounding up the long stairs to her bedchamber, then a pause, before the heavy doors were pried open.

Her son stood in the doorway; nearly eight feet tall, his legs and arms resembling his fathers and his back protected by a similar shell. His scales were golden in color, and his tail hung powerfully between his legs. His torso and head were of a beautiful young human man, thick-featured and handsome. He wasn’t born like that, exhibiting many deformities that children born of magical unions exhibit, but his mother had used her talents and forced him to absorb some of her slaves at a young age to perfect his image. His head was crowned by two long horns, and his teeth were razor sharp.

“Hello there baby,” said Elinerna, rearing up on her hands and knees, offer her ass to the monstrous hybrid. 
“Come give mommy some love, I havent seen you all day.”
The monster surged forward, pouncing on Elinerna and wrapping its golden claws around her. He kissed her rump reverently, lovingly, eliciting a coo from his mother.
“Enthusiastic today, aren’t we? Has aunt Shari been treating you well?”

The monster grunted and moved to mount Elinerna, grabbing her by the shoulders and positioning his scaled legs by her waist. The weight of the hybrid creature caused the couch to sag. 
“I heard, have you showed her what you learned with mommy?”
Another grunt. The monster fumbled with its erect phallus, prodding Elinerna’s oiled vagina for access.
“Well alright, but only if you can make mommy happy right now, understand baby?”
The monster grunted and nodded, then pulled back on his mother’s shoulders, forcing her onto his cock.

He thrust into her, and the oiled woman thrust back. Her oiled breasts flapped from the motion, the couch creaking under their weight. His testes slapped against her sex, causing his mother to moan each time they impacted. His tail beat happily, and he increased his pace, roughly pounding Elinerna’s snatch and forcing her mouth to gape with pleasure. When she came, she came hard, squeezing down on her son’s dick and collapsing under his weight. Still he pounded his mother, and she bit her lip in pleasure, her eyes lidding as she gripped the end of the couch, pushing her rear up into her sons’s crotch.

When they finally finished the sorceress fell into her sons lap, passively stroking his meat as they panted for air. Shari would be back soon; then the main event would start. She smiled, happy that she finally had finished her quest.