The Emerald Witch

[little_golden]

Lanita could hear the Emerald Witch now chuckling softly in the background. All Lanita could do was to blush at her predicament.

"AAAAAaaaa" moaned Lanita as she felt the soft brush of lips across her cheeks and then a "UUUUUUUUUuuuuuu!!!! as a quick pull on the monster in her was roughly pulled out much to her dismay and frustration.

I was so close... I was just about her mind lingered momentarily.

Maybe the witch's fun is over... I've passed the test...maybe wondered Lanita.

"Open the door, ladies, please" called out the Witch to Lanita's concern.

Cool air entered the room as the door seemed to creak open. The cold frosty air seemed unnatural and her nipples sprang further erect.

Footsteps in the background....

Friend or foe wondered Lanita impatiently. The steps seemed heavy.

A man... A big man....

Then she felt his presence and heard his soft grunting and moaning as she imagined her temptresses now showering their energies on the new visitor.

Lanita could hear a slurping sound as knew the women were sucking him. No doubt making him rock hard.

Was this the torture? Lanita felt horny and in heat. The two women stimulating the new male visitor behind her was driving her crazy. She couldn't see but could hear and imagine everything.

Lanita looked up as her body twitched. The witch seemed to appear and mercifully struck her several times with the riding crop. It was exciting to her and she almost peed. But then the tip of the riding crop began to shake and the witch used it to further stimulate her clit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa" moaned Lanita. It felt so great and her body shook as the massaging continued and in the background she could hear the sexual pleasing behind her.

The Witch circled the four bodies to stand in front of Lanita where she resumed pinking her skin with the riding crop. As she did, a vibration started and moved over Lanita's clit.

Lanita felt her pussy bubbling with a wet heat. She was wet and ready. Suddenly the witch pulled back the vibrating riding crop.

"No" whispered Lanita.

But then she felt fingers between her legs and then a small thrust as the head of a big cock poked into her pussy effortly. Lanita knew it was big! But then the big thrust sent her jumping as it slid in deep as her pussy molded to his thick long shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned in anticipation and glee.

A rough pair of hands seemed to encircle her nipples and a painful pinching occured as the rock hard penis slammed back and forth into her at a pace of its own.

"Oh yes... yes..." Lanita pleaded with the unknown man.

Sensing an opportunity for greater pleasure she leaned forward to force her hands to the floor and her rear end higher up. The man's hold was broken but he effortly now her waists and he made rough use of her.

Lanita was in ectasy and all she could do was receive him deeper and deeper, faster and faster as she tried to clamp down on him to make the most of the pumping and humping.

"Yes... yes my lord" Lanita mumble as she hoped it was the prince but in her heart knew it couldn't be... to have such good fortune.

As Lanita started to grunt, she felt a rough thrust and then she intinctively knew the man was filling her with his warm seed and it oozed deep into her.

The man's thrusting stopped but he seemed to be holding her in place as if draining himself all the way and not wanting any of his seed to escape.

Not completely satisfied Lanita tried to restart the pumping to finalize her own pleasure... that last level of ectasy.

It was then to her shock.. that the man roughly pulled out... spilling their liquids down her thighs.

Before she could get up, the riding crop seemed to resume its vicious blows across her rear end. After the second whack to her ass she moaned out:

"AAAAAaaaaaaaa" as her body climaxed with a will of its own. Not able to resist she jammed her own fingures into her pussy to stimulate and add to the totality of her sexual gratification,

"Who is he witch?" Lanita now demanded as her senses returned.

"What game are you playing with me?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

'Breeze'

It had been nothing to overpower her, and using rope torn from the frame of his bed and strips of cloth from the sheets he had her tied hand and foot. He'd stood the heavy bed frame on end and Serene hung from it now, her wrists tied together over her head, her feet spread out to the corners with strips of fabric, a band of fabric around her mouth acting as a gag to still her screams if it came to that.

Breeze looked at his handiwor, the volutpuous form of the ghirl hung drom the bed frame, helpless and waiting. His own semen still leaked from her pussy and slid down her thighs but he paid no attention. Yes he had taken her and she had given him much pleasure, so it was natural athat he feel some tenderness towards her. But he was still a warrior too, and despite the spells of the Emerald Witch that crowded his mind with thoughts of nubile maidens, spurting cocks and trembling pussies, he yearned for freedom as well, and to be master of his own destiny again.

"I know you are one of her minions," Breeze said to the bound girl now, "so you must know many of her secrets. Now you will tell me how to open that door and leave this room or face the consequences."

He dangled the consequences in his hand, a crude but workable cat o'nine tails he had fashioned out of the same rope that bound her hands.

Serene looked down at him through her tangled tresses with the same intense lustful gaze she had when first she'd seen his hard, masculine body, and she shook her head no.

Breeze moved behind her. Her ass was pink and smooth, and protruded proudly from the curvy coluymns of her legs. He hated to mar that physical perfection, but he needed her co-operation.

He raised the whip and brought it down across her ass, lashing her on the downstroke and on the return, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to give her foretaste of what she was in for. She gasped and went rigid in the chains as the cat slashed across her bottom.

"I ask you again." he said. "What say you now, Serena?"

Again she shook her head, and Breeze whipped her again, with more force this time, raising angry welts as the rope bit into her tender skin. Serena's body jerked to escape the lash and she screamed behind the gag, but still no answer.

He was angry now, and he whipped her ass with real force, each blow landing with a savage hiss on her ravaged flesh, making her dance and writhe in the ropes that held her. Her ass was covered with bright red strips, some extending around her side where the cat had wrapped around her body and touched her ribs or belly. With each stroke she cried out and her fingers twisted in the bonds, looking for escape.

Finally he stopped. The whipping had made him painfully erect, and his cock stoof out from his loins like an iron bar. He took the gag from her mouth and pulled her head back by her dark hair. "Well?" he asked.

Serena licked her dry lips and said, "Oh don't stop, my Lord! I'm going to come!"

The bitch liked it!

Furious and in need himself now, he quickly untied her ankles from the frame. He picked up her legs and threw her calves over his shoulders, holding her hot, whipped ass in his hands, and sunk his enormous cock into her drooling pussy, making her arch and scream. He began to fuck her savagely as she hung helplessly from the ropes.

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch sent the man away when Lanita was finished. Quietly she waited for the questions she knew would come.

"Who is he, Witch? What game are you playing with me?"

"He was whom you asked for, Lanita." A simple statement, the more simple for its truth, colored with amusement, for it had indeed been the Prince that her new guests each sought.

She let that sink through the fading lust-haze that clouded Lanita's mind while she thought, contemplating her next step. She turned around, her mind made up.

"You two ladies keep her company tonight. I suspect she does not wish to be left alone. But if she climaxes, she will be punished." As the Witch spoke the word "punished", Lanita felt a sensual het pass through her and she could not tell if she generated it herself, or it was yet another of the Witch's tricks.

The door closed behind the Emerald Witch and the two ladies pulled Lanita down from the silk ropes that had held her up. Carefully they guided her to the bed and set about making her comfortable. In doing so, each began a slow and tender exploration of Lanita, taking their time to ease aches and pains while ever so slowly building a fire within her.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Serina

Pain, beautiful pleasure shoots through me as Breeze whips me with the rope he'd fashioned into a cat-of-nine-tails. He asks me to divulge the Witch's secrets, but I can not - namely because I do not know. Pleasure, beautiful pain and I cry out again.

He stops and removes the gag from my mouth, and I whimper, wanting him to continue.

"Well?"

He asks again, expecting me to cave under the pain. I lick my lips, hungry for more. I can see that he's enjoyed himself and is ready to take me once more.

"Oh don't stop, my Lord! I'm going to come!"

His eyes opened wide, he did not expect me to enjoy the punishment he was supposed to be inflicting on me. Adrenaline speeds through me, my skin is on fire where the rope had bit into it. The very air stings, but I want more.

And I have more. He takes me hard, savagely, faster and harder I can feel him inside. I thrust down onto him, wanting him deeper. He grabs my ass to pull me closer, his fingers gripping the welts he'd given just a few moments ago and I hiss from the pleasure-pain. Each sound, each movement I make seems to drive him onward until he can take it no longer and he howls as his release explodes from him. It is then I find my own climax and my cry harmonizes with his. Sweat, tears and internal lubricants drip between us, as he rests his head on my shoulder and I can feel him shake.

"Do not worry, Breeze, you did not hurt me." I presume he is upset that he lost his temper and attempt to console him as best I can, still hanging from the ropes.

"As much as I enjoyed the whipping, I could not have told you the answers you seek. I do not know them. Erta and the Witch are the only ones I have seen open the doors. We do not leave until the Witch is ready for us to leave. That is simply the way it is."

He looks up at me, and I recognize the look in his eyes, the need to escape, the need to feel back in control. I smile softly, hopefully to offer comfort.

"There has to be a way out. Doesn't anyone want to leave here?"

"There is no way out. This place was built by the Witch's magic, so she knows every part of it, and it is a part of her. Try to escape and she will know." I smile and change the subject slightly to distract him momentarily from the futile line of questions. "How did you come here, Breeze? Who is that lovely lady you arrived with?"

-----------------------------------------------------------------

The Emerald Witch

The Emerald Witch stands just inside the door of Mordon's room and watches him wrestling with his need for sleep and the his fitful dreams. She waits patiently for a lucid moment for him to notice that he is no longer alone.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Mordon Frost

The wall behind me has receded, and I step back with it, sliding down to crouch on my haunches, and then to sit.

I want my sword. I want to kill the bitch who's orchestrating this absurdity. Is this how she treats an ambassador?

I try to sleep, but I fear the return of the knife in my back, and whenever I drift off I dream the sharp pain - or perhaps it is there, but gone as I wake. And I fear, I think, the clammy mouth.

Then when I awake, I hear a quiet breathing, near where the door should be - if the door has not moved. There is someone there! Or perhaps that disembodied mouth has returned? Or perhaps I still dream. I no longer know.

 

[pneema]

Curiousity tugged at the Emerald Witch, though she kept it in check for the time being. Most of her visitors had been adventurures of different sorts, but never had she had one such as this speciman. He was handsome, but they all are. Physical beauty did not move her, though it did make it easier for those she kept here. She circled Mordon without moving, examining him. He lived by the sword and thought little of using it to gain what he sought. She had proof of that in the grave in the caverns below. Yet he claimed to be an ambassador, a speaker of the peace, a token of good will.

Anger surged through her as she thought of the handsome man buried below. A gentle man whom she'd found years ago singing in her glade. His voice and soul had been pure, though under her tutelage, his cravings became carnal. Now his twin lay unresponsive. She would heal, the Witch had no doubt, but she would never sing again, and that was a shame.

This man should ... no, will ... be made to pay for the losses she'd had at his hand.

Mordon's head jerked back, something had grabbed his hair and held him in place, his eyes facing upwards.

"Who are you, Mordon Frost, and why have you come here?"

"I am the ambassador of the Lord Chancellor. I have come to seek an audience with the Emerald Witch. But I ask, who is this Witch that she thinks she can treat me this way?"

Mordon begins, only to feel his hair being tugged on none-too-gently.

"What does the Lord Chancellor wish of the Witch?"

"That is for me to tell the Witch herself."

Mordon guessed that he was with the Witch now, but stalled, hoping for an opening, something that would help him.

"Perhaps a visit to taste for himself the exotic pleasures that run rampant?" The Witch's tone was deceptivly calm. "Perhaps he sends you to taste for yourself. He must trust you to think you would come back with only a taste of the Witch's pleasures, Mordon Frost. Tell me, how do the Lord Chencellor's tastes run? Young nubile women? Pretty androgenous boys? Or strong handsome men like yourself?"

Mordon felt something poking at him from behind and a wamrth at his ear and he could hear the voice of the Lord Chancellor whispering to him, though the words were unintelligible, the gist was perfectly clear.

 

[virgin_rose]

i had not meant to interfear but it was all too late. his back was facing me and he was consumed on something hidden from my view. I knew he was doing something but couldn't see what it was. he was making funny noises that I had never heard before. I knew I didn't have to sneak around to see what he was up to since my father owns the stable together with the whole ranch and the land surrounding the farm, but somehow I thinks that what he was doing is not right and was afraid if he found me here, he might do something nasty to me.

so I crept into the next stall to get a better view. I hope he would think that the horses was the ones making whatever noise I might make. I could see clearly in the stall next to mine. he was half naked and was standing behind a sheep. a closer look I swear it was tulip, my own sheep that I had gotten as a birthday present three years ago. a sense of bewilderment caught me off guard as i realized what he was doing to the poor sheep. although i had never seen it before, i was sure that was what he had been doing.

i woke up with a start. sweating as if i had been running all day. why had i dreamt of that dream. i hadn't remembered that incident in years. in a way, that was the first time i had been given a view of another world that lies beyond my world.

after what i had seen that day, i had confide in my best friend which also happens to be my maid, Maria. she had completely accepted it as if it was natural for a man to do such thing. i remembered that only then maria indulge me in a secret.

it seems that a maid in the castle is not just an ordinary maid. their job also required them to please the guards and ministers whenever their service were summoned. i had not understood it at first but later realized what she had meant.

after that, maria tought me a lot of things. she was my mentor in subjects regarding sexual education. in fact she was my first lover. i remembered that it was she who had showed me my first cock.

one of the guard was having his birthday the next day. maria was a special favorite of this guard. maria had decided to play a little game on him for a birthday present. she had tied his hands and legs to his bed and then called me to follow her to his chambers.

at first i didn't want to have any part on her little prank but she convinced me to do it. i could see that she had taken the time to undress him before tying him. his member was soft but it was still my first view of the real thing.

"come now my princess, this is your chance to try and do it. all right, why don't i do it first and you can do it later when you feel comfortable enough to do it."

with that she engulf his member into her mouth and start sucking him and licking him until his cock starts to harden. i knew i was aroused by maria's doings but i wasn't sure i could do it. if someone found out about this, i would be doomed. and no prince will want to have my hand in marriage.

suddenly maria walked up to me and kissed me fulled on my lips. i could taste a certain salty taste from her mouth.

"i just want to let you have a taste of his precum, princess. did you like it?" she grinned at me knowingly.

"ready for your first taste of a man's penis?" i just nod my head, worried that if i do more i might change my mind about it. the taste of what is going to happen had really convinced me to try and do it.

at first i just licked him, not really knowing what i should do. then i start to touch him and stroking him more as i found that a bob of salty white liquid would appear every time i do that.

"suck him your highness, that's how you should do it. suck him good" a word of advice from Maria had me sucking his head as hard as i could while my hands massage his balls and his now very hard penis. with each suck i started to try and put his member deeper into my mouth.

then suddenly the guard woke up and started to try and struggle free of his bounds.

"don't worry, i'll handle this" Maria whispered to me just before she lowered her mouth to suck his nipples while her hands played with his other one. i knew the guard was also then fighting to hold off his aroused member. he didn't want to let his captor have the pleasure of seeing him succumb to their touch. his body was rigid as he tries to fight his building orgasm.

i was busy trying to get him off then that i didn't notice what maria was doing to him. at that time all i can see was only his erect penis. glistening with my saliva and standing straight up with a little precum decorating the top.

i wasn't prepared for it when it came but when he suddenly came, i was shocked at how his cum shoot up and the amount of it. seeing that i was not in a hurry to swallow the guard's cum, maria had took him penis from me and start to milked him dry.

as i watched her swallow every drop of cum he shoots up, a pang of jealousy hit me making me wished that i had not been too hasty and had grab the chance to swallow his cum before maria took it away from me. after he had spurt all of his cum, maria expertly got him hard again in no time at all. then she suddenly straddle him and start to ride him for all she's worth. the look on her face was pure ecstasy. i wanted to do it too. i want to ride his cock like maria did. but i knew his cock was too big to fit me. i put a finger into my vagina. then i tried two fingers, i could feel the tightness around my two finger. i know i couldn't fill in a third finger much less a cock that big.

in between maria riding the guard's hard dick and she finally release him from his bound, i crept back to my room and had a long session with my fingers rubbing my clit hard and long over and over again.

after that maria told me that most men's penis will get bigger just like the guard's penis. after trying to imagine the pain i might get from trying to have a penis that big in me, i had tried to avoid any encounter with any male that might lead to a session when he would shove his harden dick inside me. after that, i had refuse any marriage proposals i had receive. hoping that i could put off the excruciating experience as long as i can.

i notice that all the reminiscing had made me wet and my clit throbbing for attention. i slide a finger inside my legs and start pleasing myself. it wasn't long before i was moaning with pleasure.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Mordon Frost

I stare upwards into the darkness, pulling against the hand that holds my hair. I know it will no good, but the pain reminds me that at least I am still fighting.

Then I feel something hard, soft and warm at my arse, and I hear the Lord Chancelor's voice, lewd and aggressive at my ear. I hear the words; they are supposed to scare me; they just convince me that this is all a fake. A clever fake, but fake.

"That is not the Lord Chancellor!" I almost laugh. "He has no interest in sex. Only in power."

She repeats her earlier question. "But, over whom? Fragile women? Unwilling boys?"

My mouth opens. Gods! I was about to tell her! "The Lord Chancelor is a man of detachment and reflection, patron of the arts and religion, famed for his compassion and wisdom, disinterested in base bawd." I repeat the official lie, though it is barely an answer, and then rapidly I change the subject. "I come here as Ambassador, not to indulge myself but to speak with you, Witch!" That warm feeling presses at me, searching for the gap between my buttocks, and I try to ignore it. "That may be something that your palace, your illusions, your tricks, are not best suited to, but it is the purpose of my visit nonetheless."

I want to kill her. I have to talk to her. Neither seem options at this moment.

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch laughed, a laugh of pure amusement and the pressure behind Mordon faded.

"Quite the contrary, my dear Ambassador. Though I find holding audience dreary. I will find out what I want to know eventually as it is. I have all the time in the world. But if it makes you feel any better, have your audience, here and now."

She sat on a chair that appeared out of nowhere, positioned in front of Mordon. The pulling on Mordon's hair did not stop, leaving him in the minorly awkward position.

"Welcome to my domain, Mordon Frost, Ambassador for the Lord Chancellor, paragon of virtue, famed for his compassion and wisdom, patron of the arts and religion. What is it you wish to speak with me about?"

 

[little_golden]

The Emerald Witch sent the man away when Lanita was finished. Quietly she waited for the questions she knew would come.

"Who is he, Witch? What game are you playing with me?"

"He was whom you asked for, Lanita." A simple statement, the more simple for its truth, colored with amusement, for it had indeed been the Prince that her new guests each sought.

Lanita knew the man had been taken away, yet she had never seen the man's face. It could have been a prince or a beggar. She had no idea, yet, she felt wet and full of a man's seed. Now as she stood the seed seemed to be dripping down.

It was the witches instructions that broke her from the trance and the reality that she had been used like some cheap tavern whore.

The witch ordered her servants about:
"You two ladies keep her company tonight. I suspect she does not wish to be left alone. But if she climaxes, she will be punished." To Lanita's surprise the witch left.

Punishment.... how else can I be punished... punished for what? Where is the prince now? I need to guide him back...collect the bounty and then re-equip and rehire my men and then head back to the battle.....

The two women were gentle with Lanita. They began to touch and tease her as they re-kindled the fire within her thighs.

"Who are you? What does the witch want?" she spoke questioningly of the two women as the three of them made it to the big beg.

The women were gentle but firm as they spread Lanita onto her back as one slowly sucked on her right nipple and then her left as they deep kissed and embraced. The other woman wasn't shy and she knelt at the end of the bed and pulled Lanita closer so that her tongue could lick and stick into her... teasing and exciting her...


"Why?" whispered Lanita....

 

[Arkontheroof]

It must be getting lighter, though it is a question of degrees of dark and no more, as I can just make out movement in front of me, of someone moving, seating herself. My head pulled back, it is not easy to look down that far.

"Welcome to my domain, Mordon Frost, Ambassador for the Lord Chancellor, paragon of virtue, famed for his compassion and wisdom, patron of the arts and religion. What is it you wish to speak with me about?"

"A mundane matter of criminal justice, Most Wise Lady." I force myself to add the honourific, though I'd rather call her Disrespectful Bitch.

Her silence begs elaboration.

"The peace and stability of the lands is the responsability of the Lord Chancellor. As a denizen of the lands, as a subject of the Kingdom," I know she'll hate that, "you benefit from the peace that reigns, and the Lord Chancellor is certain that you will wish to assist in this matter. It seems that you have unwittingly granted hospitality to a fugitive from justice, a traitor against her Kingdom and indead against her own family. His most reasonable request is, therefore, that you hand her into my custody."

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch listened quietly as Mordon gave his speech. She could feel the effort he put into the respectful title he gave her and it amused her. She thought in silence after he'd finished his request. She had no love for the Lord Chancellor, nor any self-styled ruler for that matter. And she knew for a fact that she was beyond the reach of any who would try and impose their laws on her. She'd made sure of that when she'd built her sanctuary. But magic begets legend, and legend begets adventurers. She could not escape them, so she found a use for them and so began her menagarie, her collection of human toys.

"Those who are in service to me have done many things, Ambassador. Not all of them were moral or lawful. This is a sanctuary. None are judged on deeds done before entering my domain. Each has agreed to a price before entering here and none shall leave before their payment is complete. Including you."

The Witch stood and took the few steps that distanced her from Mordon and she knewlt down in front of him, the pressure on his hair lessened, allowing him to look at where she should be. In the place her face should be, an image wavered, the young man from the cliffs, one eye brown and the other white. When he spoke it was the Witch's voice that coiled around him in the darkness, soft and low.

"Tell me, Mordon, what does it feel like when you kill?"

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hugh

Hugh was shook until he woke up. Groggily he looked up at Erta as she removed the covers from him.

"Come, Hugh, it is time."

He nodded and climbed out of bed, shaking himself awake. He followed Erta down the hall and into another door. Asleep on the bed was a vision writhing on her bed as she worked to bring herself pleasure. He felt himself stiffen and ready for whatever the Witch had need of him to do in the presence of Alexandra.

Erta touched his arm, but he needed little guidance and he moved to the head of the bed, were he could better watch the face that had haunted his dreams. How he wanted to take the rest of the night and the next day to pleasure her, but he knew better. His time here had taught him that desires became the reward to be earned by doing what was bid of him. Behind him, Erta spoke to Alexandra.

"Alexandra, there is a present for you here. Suck him, Your Highness."

Hugh moaned at the very thought. He did not wish for this dream to abase herself by pleasuring him, but the thought of tose lips wrapped around him, her small tongue sliding up and down him was more then he could bear.

"You, Hugh, are not to touch her or yourself, do you understand?"

He nodded, watching Alexandra her glance moved between himself and Erta.

"And you do not climax until our dear Princess has three times. Alexandra, you are not to touch yourself, or rub yourself against anything."

With that, a slow vibration started around Alexandra's clit and movd around, not actually touching the small nub. Erta found a chair along the wall and sat down to watch.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lanita's Room

A voice whispers to Lanita ... "Why not?"

 

[Arkontheroof]

"Each has agreed to a price before entering here and none shall leave before their payment is complete. Including you."

I agreed to no payment.

I look down, and see an image shimering, like a body beneath water: it's the image of the young man from the cliffs, with mismatching eyes.

I agreed to no payment. But then nor did he, and I settled with him none the less.... That doesn't quite make sense, not in words, but in my head it's clear as any of life's sad jokes. I'm tired, bewitched, and possibly drugged: there's a thin line between inspiration and insanity, and I've no way to know which side of that I am now. Have I just understood something important, or is my mind deserting me, too?

The phantom speaks again. "Tell me, Mordon, what does it feel like when you kill?"

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Bizarely, I tell her the truth.

"It doesn't." Then a thought strikes me, and I almost laugh. "And there's am honest answer for you. Now, you give me an honest answer in return. It seems a fair trade." I look at the shimmering simulcrum, the false face of a dead boy in a fake place, behind which is...? "You tell me: how does it all feel!" I don't mean how does it feel to kill or to screw or anything else, I just mean, How Does It Feel, and I suspect that she knows exactly that.

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch was taken back and the ghostly image in front of Mordon disappeared in the blink of an eye. Never had she had anyone like Mordon. Devoid of emotion. Emotions she had learned long ago to manipulate, to indulge as she saw fit or needed to achieve her goal. Then she knew.

"I can not tell you what it feels to feel, Mordon. It would be like trying to tell one who could not see what colors are." Her voice, while not warm, was sincere.

She paused, watching the coldness settle in his eyes again. He'd known she would not be able to answer him, yet a tiny part of him had hoped that she could. That anyone would be able to find that part of him that was missing.

"But ... " She watched him as his eyes tried to peirce the shadows that surrounded her, trying to find something besides her voice to gauge her and what she was about to say.

"I ..." she paused, not sure if this was within her skill range, if she should even offer him this slim chance of hope.And if she did offer it to him, would he take it?

"I maybe able to help you, Mordon. If you are willing to let me."

She waited for him to absorb her offer.

"Does your Lord Chancellor offer you help, or does he take advantage of you, Mordon? Sending you to do what no one ele can, or will?"

 

[virgin_rose]

"Alexandra, there is a present for you here. Suck him, Your Highness."

i felt so disoriented. i had seek pleasure so badly that i could not concentrate on anything much. when i heard the word 'suck' all i could see was this huge cock hard and erect just at the edge of the bed. i crawled closer and sat at the edge. Hugh cock was just an inch away from my face. then, i felt a vibration around my clit. i moaned with pleasure both from the vibration and the anticipation of what lies before me.

i ran my fingers along the length of his shaft as if making sure that he was not just an illusion of the witch's craft. i licked his head. tasting him. with my hands grip around his hard waiting cock, i engulf his head and start to suck it as hard as i could.

the vibrating motion between my thigh was making me crazy. i tried opening my thighs wider hoping that it would make whatever it is that was giving me pleasure would go for my pleasure button.

as time passed i would put in more of Hugh's cock in me and suck him just as hard as i hoped he would sucked me if Erta had not forbidden him to. my hands around Hugh cock began to tighten as i tried to controlled myself. the urge to touched myself was so great. no matter how i shifted at the edge of the bed, whatever it is that's causing my the vibration would not go near my clit and i was beginning to feel desperate. my desperation shows from how tight i was gripping high's cock.

"Urghh... Please... please... let me touch myself... ungh... i...need to touch... mmh... myself... please!"

i beg while between sucking Hugh and trying to get a grip of myself. i have never beg before, and was quite shock when i suddenly blurted those words. i always gets whatever i wanted and the fact that i had beg for something makes me feel as if the witch had finally won me. as if i am now not the princess anymore but merely a commoner.

"Please cum for me my Princess... ahhh... please... i need... uh... you to cum..."

the sudden interruption from Hugh made me realize that i still have the power over him. that i am not just a mere commoner but a princess to the commoner even though i am one in front of the witch. i am still the people's princess. i have the power to let him find release.

with that a wave swept through me and i orgasm for the first time. an orgasm for Hugh. my juices flowed freely making the edge of the bed quite damp. as my orgasm subside, my hold over Hugh's cock lessen. i start to suck him slowly as i regain my energy.

 

[pneema]

In silence the Emerald Witch waited to hear what the Lord Chancellor offered to Mordon that kept him in the service of the Lord Chancellor.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Erta

Erta watches Alexandra and Hugh, taking what minor enjoyment she could from their actions. She tilts her head as Alexandra works herself into her first orgasm, and Hugh's expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he worked to hold himself back.

She knows now that Alexandra has climaxed the vibrations that teased her will only increase in their intensity and still never touch the group of nerve endings that would send her into ecstasy.

She noted that so far, Alexandra was obeying, the Witch would be pleased if Alexandra continued to do so well.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hugh

Hugh was in heavan. Alexandra's warm mouth slid back and forth along him and each movement was pure bliss. Her fingers circled him at at the base and stroked as well and he wanted so much to touch her, to please her, to give her all that she was giving him and more, but he could only wait ...receive and wait.

He counted the minutes until Alexandra had driven him so far beyond thought that he could count no more ...

 

[little_golden]

Lanita Awakes

Lanita wasn't sure what was real or what was not.

She awoke in the bed confused and disoriented.

"What the hell is going on?" she spoke softly.

As she sat up in bed naked, she knew it wasn't a dream. Truth was she was trapped in some room.

Some man had screwed her the night before. A man whose face she hadn't seen. A man who could be anybody. A man who had filled her completed and so deeply.

She had lovers before and had never conceived.

No.. I won't get pregnant.... she told herself. Yet she knew that strong magic existed in this cursed place and the witch could likely influence things at her will.

"But why am I here?!" she cursed aloud.

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch listened as Mordon spoke and told her of his relationship with the Lord Chancellor - though he did keep the details to a minimum. The Witch was moved by the lack of emotion in Mordon. When he finished she sat quietly, allowing him time to finish.

"Mordon, you asked if I could tell you what it was to feel. I offer you my help, again. I can not tell you, but if you wish it, perhaps, I can give you what is missing. But you must speak your wish. I can not help you unless you realize what it is you want and desire it enough to speak it aloud."

As she spoke, she had stood up from her chair and walked over to Modron until she stood behind him, her gloved hand resting on his shoulder.

Mordon was silent for a time. He was not afraid, but he was curious. The Lord Chancellor had made him no such offer, instead taking advantage of Mordon's lack of feeling and it had been a profitable arrangement. Should he accept her offer, it would bring an end to his work with the Lord Chancellor, he knew that. And he knew there would be other repercussions, some of which he could only imagine now.

"I wish to know what it is to feel, Witch. I accept your offer."

Before he could finish, there was a flash of light and the cell around him disappeared. All disappeared, even the touch of the Witch, though her voice remained, a quiet voice in the corner of his mind.

"Find me again, Mordon Frost. Find me and your wish will be granted."

The light faded, though not entirely and sight returned to Mordon's eyes. He was in a land he'd never been before. All around him were ruins of buildings higher then the trees. Empty grey husks that stood against pale grey sky. The wind cried mournfully through the open windows of the buildings that surrounded him, broken only by the cries of a small child huddled in a doorway down the street. A paper fluttered to his feet and he picked it up. Though the markings on it did not seem familiar to him, he could understand it. In a corner, he found a date and the paper fluttered away from his hand. He was sometime in the distant future, a time so far beyond his own that he could not imagine even counting the years between.

" 'Find me' she says. And just how am I supposed to do that?"

The cries of the child caught his attention once more. Perhaps the child could tell him something and if not, he had to stop the crying somehow. He felt the familiar weight of his sword at his side as he began his journey to find the Emerald Witch and to see how she would make good her offer.

---------------------------------------------
OOC: Arkontheroof, Mordon's player, is regretably unable to continue in the Emerald Witch and so here we must part ways. Hopefully, should he be able to return and we are still here, Arkontheroof can guide Mordon back and we can continue again. But for now we bid him farewell and wish him safe travels.

You are always welcome back, should you find yourself able to, Ark.
---------------------------------------------

Serina

Serina smiles softly as she looks at the sleeping Breeze and she snuggles up to him and closes her eyes. Perhaps she will be able to talk to her new roomate tomorrow and learn more about this handsome stranger.

---------------------------------------------
Hugh

Hugh could hold out no longer, far eyond the point of reason, thought, or any form of control, he arched his back, pushing his hips closer to the beautiful Alexandra's face. The intensity of his pleasure shattered through him as he gave his release into her warm and willing mouth.

---------------------------------------------
Lanita's Room

The two women lay beside Lantia and her her whispered question.

"Because it is what we all desire, Huntress. Inside our innermost self, that we may not even admit to ourselves that we have, the Witch knows that this is what we desire. So she gives us the time and the place in which to fulfill our most secret longings."

 

[little_golden]

Lanita was shocked as the two lovely women emerged from under the covers of the big bed. They were as naked as she and the two lovelies were very opposite of each other.

Now Lantia knew that the dreams of orgy were not just fantasy but a reality. Those women had pleasured her and she in turn had pleasured them. A rising sense if heightened sexual arousal spread through her body. The lingering need to climax had been denied her and her body picked up on the cue as her mind cleared from the fog.

Someone was answering her... Was it the witch? Was it the two lovelies? But the words were crystal clear:

"Because it is what we all desire, Huntress. Inside our innermost self, that we may not even admit to ourselves that we have, the Witch knows that this is what we desire. So she gives us the time and the place in which to fulfill our most secret longings."


It was the lovelies....... They were speaking as one..... It was most perplexing....

"Women... I want my clothes now.... I want to escape this castle... We are cursed... I need to know the answer to my question.... Where is the prince... I need the bounty to refinance my men and rejoin the war...... I need....." Lanita spoke in a commanding fashion.

"Who was that man last night... the man who seeded me..." she asked softly, desperate to know but trying not to sound like it.

The scene haunted her.... there was something special or magical.... it was just a feeling... a woman's intuition.....

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch watched thoughtfully as the light around her faded and her room came into view. It would be interesting to see if Mordon would ever return to her sanctuary or not. But she would dwell on that another day, for she still had three new guests that required her attention. She settled herself into a chair, noting the young man was back in his place, still hooded from his earlier meeting with Lanita.

She sat opposite a large mirror. Tendrils of silver encircled uncut emeralds and wound their way around the mirror, much like a silver ivy around a frozen pond. In each corner, a set of emeralds cut the same shape as eyes were set, and the flicering firelaght made it look as though the four sets of eyes were alive.

Settled, she looked directly at the mirror, and at Lanita who stood there, bound and blindfolded.

"Good day, Lanita. I trust your night was enjoyable." A tingling sensation passed through Lanita and disappeared as quickly as it came. "Tell me what you see, Huntress." The blindfold disappeared and Lanita stoood looking directly into the mirrow.

The surface of the mirror seemed to swirl, greys and greens mixed in a near hypnotic movement, keeping Lanita's attention and drawing her a step or two closer. The colors seemed to settle, coalescing into an image of ...

 

[little_golden]

Lanita - Possessed By The Mirror

Magic! was the silent curse in Lanita's mind as suddenly she stared into a large mirror that seemed ornate and precious. Covered in emeralds and tooled in silver it was magnificent as an artwork, yet as a full length mirror it captured her in her full nakedness and glory.

Where did it come from? she started to try to reason to herself but the mirror seemed to confuse and distract her rational thought process. There seemed to be swirls of greys and greens that captured her eyes and forced them in a strange and hypnotic pattern.

"I can't blink" she mumbled as she realized she would soon be lost in the spell and completely vulnerable. It was scary to know that her secret thoughts might soon be drained from her and replaced with other thoughts.

"Oh no" she mumbled as she felt her limbs growing tired and her mind numbing.

After another minute, she just stood before the mirror, void of self control and offering no resistance......

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch watched from behind Lanita as the colored mists gathered to form an image.

A soundless battle raged on a bloodsoaked land. Dead fell while those still alive fought on top of them. One regiment, one band of soldiers seemed to be faring the best, though bloody, they looked too well for the blood to be theirs. On each of their helms sparkled a single emerald. An arm raised above the melee. The bodies parted and Lanita shouted wordlessly, rallying her regiment to her as she forged forward. She too seemed no worse for her efforts on the battlefield, protected in what once was shining armor, on her helm, a single glittering emerald. Enemies fell dead before her well armed and well protected soldiers.

The vision faded and the silver and green mists swirled again as the mirror dug deeper into Lanita to search out the one true desire.

 

[little_golden]

"What magic is this?" Lanita cursed silently locked into the gaze of the mirror.

The trance seemed momentarily broke.

"A battle... A battle not yet fought but won... or winning at least" she whispered to herself.

"An emerald on our helms.... magic...protection...or something... but at what price... what sacrifice...."

Lanita saw the mirror swirling again.... her mind was blank as she watched the mirror again.....

 

[little_golden]

Just as quicky as the images of the battlefield faded there again was scenes that unfolded before her eyes. This time she recognized the bodies of dead men. They were soldiers she had served with and their banners lay draped in mud and stained with blood.

She could see herself with a heavy black iron collar locked on her neck and chains that tied her feet along a slave train of eight or nine women.

The mirror flickered for a moment and there she was again. The place was unknown, but here three men were accosting her....

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch watched the mirror play out Lanita's desires ... curious at the scenes that faded into view. Beside her, the masked man moand quietly - the Witch's magic working on him while the mirror worked on Lanita.

Within the blink of an eye, the masked man was laid out on the floor, spread eagle as he had been while upright. Impaled on him was Lanita, facing the Witch. She could feel him moving under her, pushing deeper, pulling out, driving her to her edge and then stopping.

Over and over again, throughout the night he teased her, tortured her, made her cry out for more, for release.

As the sun rose above the mountains they were deep beneath, the masked man beneath her brought her once more to the edge and stopped.

This time, Lanita could not move, nor make any sound. The Witch had frozen them! She was there, beside Lanita, a gloved hand running through her hair.

"The time has come for you to chose, Lanita. Your life has two paths that start here. Both of which you saw in the mirror. You can lead your brave warriors to victory, gain fame, fortune, and the admiration of thousands. Or you can live your life a slave to passion, lust and pleasure, known by many men and women, pleasured by all. If you chose victory, you lose your Prince, but gain his love forever. If you chose pleasure, you gain your Prince, but he will never again have you."

Lanita was pushed roughly down on the Prince, shoving him deep inside her. She could feel her throat working to cry out in pleasure and surprise, but no sound emerged.

"Which will be your choice, Lanita?"

 

[little_golden]

Lanita was in disbelief as the scenes unfolded before her eyes.

Is this real? Is this the fate that awaits me? Magic? Lanita wondered in amazement.

As Lanita regained control of her senses, she felt a throbbing inside her pussy and to her shocj she realized she was riding the masked man. He was deeply planted in her wet pussy and like a jockey she was riding him. She had no idea how long she had been on top of him apart from the fact that she was hot and felt a burning in her pussy. She was slick and the big ram rod pistoned into her as she rode him hard. Each time she took his shaft to the furthest depths of her body.

Looking up she saw the witch and would had leaped up had the masked man not been grabbing one breast and he teased it and his other hand rested on her hip forcing her to stay in that position while he moaned and groaned in pleasure.

The pleasuring went on for hours. It was unreal. He would bring Lanita to the brink and then slow her right down till they started again. Her body ached to be filled and then to rest.

As the sun rose above the mountains they were deep beneath, the masked man beneath her brought her once more to the edge and stopped.

As the sun rose, Lanita was desperate to be satisfied by a man... any man. She needed to complete the deed and to rest a lover's sleep. Yet suddenly she felt frozen. All she could do was see and listen helplessly....

I am bewitched! she realized.

Then the witch spoke. Her words were loud and vibrating through the room.

"The time has come for you to chose, Lanita. Your life has two paths that start here. Both of which you saw in the mirror. You can lead your brave warriors to victory, gain fame, fortune, and the admiration of thousands. Or you can live your life a slave to passion, lust and pleasure, known by many men and women, pleasured by all. If you chose victory, you lose your Prince, but gain his love forever. If you chose pleasure, you gain your Prince, but he will never again have you."

At that moment the masked man long rock like shaft slammed into her furthest reaches and the pleasure flooded her senses and the pain of the plunge subsided.

She yelled Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaa! but not even a peep escaped her voice.

Lanita could feel her own juices dripping in the shaft. A bubbling sensation overtook her. Her body bucked uncontrollably onto the masked man's manhood. She was lost in the pleasure, yet no screams of delight escaped her throat but they were indeed felt and spoken. Now she felt an eruption of wet warmth filling her pussy - seeding her... like a farmer sowing his fields.

The witch spoke again:
"Which will be your choice, Lanita?"

"Why must I chose? What is the right path? What evil is this? Who is this masked man " Lanita mindspoke to the witch. Her body was telling her the path of the whore was the right one, yet her brain said otherwise.......