The Warrior, The Witch & The Cum Dump

Enith knocked on the large wooden door and opened it with no pause or further warning. She entered the servant’s chamber, raging horny and eager for morning relief. An empty room greeted her. The warrior woman’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. She’d already checked the kitchen, the workshops and the other areas of the estate where Martael might have been getting a head start on his morning duties. He was nowhere to be found.

“SHIT!!!”

After a quick subsequent search over all three floors of the manor, Enith headed for Silna’s study. She found the cocky Sorceress lounging on one of the rooms many sofas. She was wrapped in a silk robe, reading one of her dusty tomes and sipping from a mysterious drink. Enith was furious. The bulky, leather clad lioness marched into the den of books and magic and put her hands on her hips.

“We’ve lost another one!”

“Another what?”

“Martael! He’s gone!”

Silna looked up from her reading. She straightened her long, purple hair, brushing loose strands back past her ears. Unlike the red-headed barbarian, she seemed remarkably unconcerned.

“Hmmm, that’s unfortunate. Young Marty was just starting to develop some skill with his tongue. Oh well...”

“Oh well??? What are we gonna do?”

“Did he steal anything?”

“Not that I noticed.”

“Then let him go. He’s obviously chosen a different path. I had a feeling this would happen when he refused the collar.”

“We should have put it on him anyway” Enith pouted.

“Uh uh” Silna insisted. “I’ll have none of that. It took decades to amass my fortune and build this place. I won’t risk it all to become a slaver. A harem of helpless men in bondage would be lovely, but it wouldn’t last. There would be a bounty on our heads and a party of adventurers beating down my door in no time.”

“Isn’t there some potion or spell you could use so this doesn’t happen again?”

“That’s one of the projects I’m working on. Magic involving desire is complicated. Especially if your goal is to alter someone’s proclivities. I’ve had no breakthroughs, yet.”

“What’s the plan, then?”

“We will continue our experiments with willing participants and hope the next one is inclined to endure our appetites.”

“So, should I...?”

“Head into town and find us a new servant? Yes. I assume there’s no shortage of stupid young guys around?” Silna looked up again and noticed the massive bulge in the right leg of Enith’s leather pants. She offered her muscle-bound bodyguard a smug grin. “You could even get that taken care of as part of the interview.”

Enith liked the sound of that. She smiled back and acknowledged her orders with a respectful bow. “Right away, Mistress Silna.”

The curvy amazon took a swig of her beer and recoiled at the bitterness. Enith shook her head, sending her short, red waves of hair flailing around her face. The Towering Sun tavern was better known for its job opportunities than its ale, but there was little to do but drink while she waited for the right candidate to come along.

She listened to to the boring chatter of braggadocios men in the background for another ten minutes. Finally, a young male elf strode into the tavern and walked up to the job board for aspiring mages. The large billboards were divided into many sections. Quests, bounties, apprenticeships, etc. Enith had made a listing for an apprentice mage as soon as she arrived. A grin spread across her face as she watched the newcomer read the listing with obvious interest.

Enith wasted no time, rising from her seat and closing the distance to the petite, handsome elf. He had short, white hair, thin arms, but surprisingly strong legs. He was obviously a member of the hill or mountain tribes that were accustomed to trekking long distances. He wore a simple brown tunic, light green pants, and brown leather boots. A white crystal earring hung from one of his pointed ears; likely the mark of his tribe.

“Hello, young one. Looking to learn some magic?”

The young elf turned to confront the large redhead. She was a giant compared to him; much taller with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and humongous thighs. She was decked out in black leather, from her long arm-gloves to the shiny corset that held up her massive breasts and the thick pants struggling to contain her powerful legs. Even her knee high boots shined with leather luster.

The woman carried a throwing axe, several pocketed long knives and a sword at her side. He could see a long spear tilted against the table she’d come from; no doubt her primary weapon. The woman had bright red eyes to match her hair. While speaking, it became obvious her teeth were sharper than most humans. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was half Orc.

“No offense, but you don’t look like a Sorceress” he replied, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m not” she admitted. “But I work for one. A very powerful Sorceress, at that. I’m Enith Doomspear, master at arms for Mistress Silna Nightshade.”

She extended her hand and the small man shook it. Her iron grip crushed his soft digits, but he refused to grimace or wince, not wanting to show weakness.

“Well met. I’m Aden Valhana.”

Enith chuckled. She was pleased to see the little man displaying a modicum of durability. “Follow me, Aden. Let’s chat.”

They walked back to her table and sat opposite each other. Enith took another swig of her bitter drink before entering her sales pitch. “You wish to learn magic and we have need for a servant. You’ll gain opportunities to learn from one of the most powerful wizards in the region, but first you must earn your keep and gain our trust through discretion.”

Aden nodded. She was surprisingly well spoken for such a savage looking woman. “I have no problem with that. My people are no strangers to hard work. My tribe has become distrustful of magic in recent times and that’s why I’m...”

“Not to be rude, kid, but I’m not interested in your life story” she cut him off abruptly. “They’ll be plenty of time to get to know each other if you end up filling the job.”

The elf smirked. “Fair enough. But I’m no kid.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighty. Older than you, I’m guessing?”

“You look like you’re in your twenties.”

“My people age more gracefully than yours.”

Enith smirked.

’We’ll see how graceful you look when I’m done with you... ‘

“So, you left home to pursue your passion?”

“That’s right. I’ll do whatever it takes to apprentice for the right mage. I’m ready to earn my keep, but I’d like to know what kind of magic Mistress Nightshade has mastered?”

“I’m no mage, but I’ve learned a few things while in her employ. I’ve seen her cast spells from every major school of the arcane. Since I’ve known her, she’s focused on Transmutation and Enchantment. I can tell you from personal experience, her magic has improved my life dramatically.”

“How so?” he asked, his brow scrunched in genuine curiosity.

“Well, these for example” she answered, pointing to her red rimmed glasses. “Before I met Silna, I was just a mercenary who’s vision failed at long distances. Now I can see clearly for a mile. I wasn’t always this strong either” she said lifting her right arm and flexing her giant bicep. “The Mistress’ magic has enhanced me in many ways.”

“Impressive” he said with a nod. If the woman was being truthful, this was an excellent opportunity. “Very well. I wish to enter her employ. What’s the next step?”

Enith grinned. “Before I take you to your new home, there’s one crucial thing you need to know.”

Aden’s left eyebrow rose. He should’ve known better. There was always a catch. “What’s that?”

“The experiments Mistress Silna conducts, and which I often aid in, are ... intimate in nature. You would be expected to participate as part of your duties.”

The young man’s eyes opened to their widest. “Wait, you mean-”

“You’ll be serving us in more ways than one” she said with a wink. “Is that going to be a problem?”

The surprised and suddenly embarrassed elf thought for a few moments before answering. “Not necessarily...”

“What exactly is your experience in that realm?”

His pale, white cheeks quickly darkened to light crimson. “I mean ... I’ve had a few partners, but nothing too serious.”

“Have you ever bottomed?”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

Enith laughed. “So innocent! Well then, I guess I’ll just have to teach you.” The big woman stood and took up her spear. “Follow me, Aden. Let’s find a private spot and find out if you’re qualified for this job.”

The well built redhead turned and headed down the hallway to the back of the tavern. Aden rose from the bench and tread after her nervously. He followed the big woman to the stables outside. Soon, their boots were squishing in the muck.

It was quiet aside from the occasional braying of horses within the many rows of wooden stalls. The pair continued walking until Enith found an empty unit and ducked into it. Aden entered the stall and the big woman shut the gate behind him.

“We’re going to... here?!?”

Enith leaned her spear against the wall. Her other weapons followed as the big women unholstered each and set them down gently. “Degradation is part of the job, Aden. If you’re a perfect fit for this position, you’ll enjoy it. If not, you’ll just have to put up with it.”

As the eager redhead unbuckled her belt, Aden noticed something for the first time. The outline of a long, thick cock was straining against the leather of the woman’s pants. Disbelief spread across his face as his heart rate ticked up rapidly.

How could he have missed it before? Had she not been aroused before cornering him in this filthy barn stall? Did human women typically have penises? Was he right about her being part Orc? Or did it have something to do with Mistress Silna’s magic? He had so many questions, but Enith looked like she had no interest in entertaining them right now.

It was obvious the powerful hellion in leather was only in the mood for one thing as she pulled her shiny pants halfway down her legs. Out sprang her massive club of flesh; sticky with sweat and gleaming in the light of midday. A heavy pair of balls dangled below it, filled with the promise of abundant ejaculate.

The woman rose back to her full height and placed her hands on her hips proudly. The imposing, uncut phallus jutted out, pointed directly at Aden. It was more than a foot long and quite thick. His mouth hung open as the statuesque warrior drank in his stunned reaction.

“On your knees, Aden. If you want to learn magic, you’ll learn to please me first.”

Aden shrugged internally. His were a sexually free people. Although it seemed odd to mix business and pleasure so haphazardly, he wasn’t about to let a frivolous bit of lust get between him and his goals. He nodded to her before taking a few steps forward and lowering himself to the muddy floor.

As his knees and shins sank into the sludge, he realized the setting would be his least favorite part of this ordeal. Why a barn? And why had the tavern not bothered to put down fresh hay? Were they just too cheap? Humans were a dirty species in more ways than one. Aden was about to learn just how deep that rabbit hole went.

With the scent of warm, wet earth in his nose and his legs sinking into the muddy filth, Aden submitted. Enith grabbed a thick tuft of his white hair and brought her bloated glans to his lips.

“Open” she commanded, and Aden obeyed.

She pressed her tip into his mouth and shoved it as deep as it would go in one smooth thrust. Aden was as overwhelmed by the taste of sweaty cock and musty leather as he was by her sheer size. He choked and coughed around her length, but Enith didn’t slow her advance one bit. She stepped in and seized more of his silky hair with her other hand.

“You’ll service me and Mistress Silna on command. That will be your top priority. Then your chores. If you serve us well, your education will be forthcoming. But you will be properly educated in sexual submission before you learn any magic!”

The eager vixen worked her fat cock in and out of his lips with gleeful enthusiasm. Aden reached below and took gentle hold of her calves to steady himself. Soon his vision was zooming in and out of her pelvis as he focused on pleasuring the horny, well-built huntress. He breathed through his nose as his mouth was filled to bursting with hot, hard schlong.

“Sucking cock is a kind of magic as far as I’m concerned. The best kind of magic a submissive can learn! Just pretend this is your first magic lesson...”