Chapter 1: Treatment Method

Hysterical laughter was heard throughout the castle. The servants looked fearfully towards the upper floor of the keep, making protective signs with their hands. Even battle-hardened knights turned pale upon hearing this laugh. Only monks that were sitting in the room below continued to read prayers monotonically ignoring frightening sounds. The count was in his chambers sipping wine gloomily from a goblet. In front of him sat two guests in gray robes.

“My lord, you can’t tarry any longer...” said the first guest, a tall old man with a hooked nose. His dark eyes glowed with fanatical fire.

The count coughed, dark ruby wine spilled down his grizzled beard onto his gold-embroidered surcoat.

“This is my daughter,” he said quietly, without looking at the guest, “how can I kill her?”

“She is no longer your daughter, Milord,” the old man replied firmly, “she’s not even human”.

The Count was silent, staring into the void in front of him.

“Your daughter died when the creature of the night turned her into an unholy demon. All we can do now is to save her soul...”, continued the old man.

“Is there really no way to get her back?” - the count interrupted him, “understand, Commander, after my wife’s death, Eleanor is like a ray of light in the darkness that descended on us.”

The commander just shook his head.

“You do not need to go there, my brother Adalbert and I will do everything...”

“Dear elder brother”, Adalbert, a young man with a large birthmark on his cheek, unexpectedly interrupted the Commander in a high voice, “but we can call Sister Lyonza...”.

The Commander’s dark eyes flashed with anger and he turned abruptly to his brother knight:

“That Luanian witch?!”

The castle heard another burst of insane female laughter.

“But she can save Lady Eleanor ... Even now...”

“This will never happen! Brother Adalbert, did she make your head spin too? You need to think more about the eternity and then the temptation will pass.”

Brother Adalbert went blank, his birthmark, on the contrary, became bright red: “Commander, with all due respect, even His Majesty noted her talents not so long ago...”

“Brother Adalbert, don’t you know that women like her...”

The count suddenly slammed the goblet on a massive table, so that the wine splashed out. Several drops fell on the Commander’s face. He turned to the count with surprise.

“I have heard a lot about this Lyonza”, said the count, “there are a lot of bad things. But exactly the same number of good things. If she is able to save my daughter, I will risk my reputation. Even if it will cost me my life, my only wish is to be with Eleanor again!”

“My lord, demons are speaking through your lips now!”

“So be it, if they can save her!”

The Commander and the Count met eyes, no one wanted to give in.

“Count...”, finally said the old man.

“In my land, I am in my right! “, the Count did not let him finish.

“Well, do as you wish. I came here personally to help, but I see that the demons have built a solid nest in this castle ... Brother Adalbert, we must go!”

“I beg your pardon,” the count replied surprisingly calmly. “Commander, stay. If Lyonza fails, then I will agree to your method...”

“I will not set foot here if that red-skinned creature steps through the castle gate!”, answered the Commander, “since brother Adalbert volunteered to protect her, then let him stay if he wishes.”

Adalbert nodded silently. The commander got up abruptly and went out without saying goodbye. Mad laughter burst again, echoed by a flock of crows circling over the keep.

“Yes! Yes! More!”

The red-skinned girl groaned selflessly. She was held by two big boar-headed forest orcs. They often engaged in robbery in these places ... And often they got them captives as booty, which they used for the most base purposes. Now there was just such a case, they caught her alone. This female rode even without an escort, and this is in their forest. Suicide, not otherwise. And here one supported her from behind under the delicious red buttocks, his huge cock ruthlessly crashed into her ass. The second, standing in front of her, thrust violently into the gap between her legs. From each friction she closed her big green eyes, a moan escaping her full carmine lips. With her nails, she scratched at the monster’s hairy, powerful chest. The orcs were much taller than the tallest of humans and elves, their huge phalluses barely fit into the captive’s holes. Only the red-skinned girl for some reason did not look like a victim. She moaned sweetly, dangling on two elastic clubs. Their power, pressure, wild strength made her wriggle with spicy, incomparable pleasure.

“Yes, boys! Faster!”

The orcs grunt lasciviously, the girl moved her pelvis, trying to sit on the members as deeply as possible, trying to enjoy what was happening as fully as possible.

“Yes! Like this! Come on piggy fill me up!”

Orcs are not used to this. Even their females were given to them during the rut, following instinct rather than sincere desire. And what can we say about the prisoners whom they captured on the forest road. But this one was not like that. Her violent reaction acted like a drug on them. They thrust violently into the girl, and she, surprisingly, accepted them completely. Moreover, it remained narrow enough to evoke in them a sense of the sharpest pleasure.

The orc that fucked her from the front could not stand it first, lifting his head to the sky and issuing a piercing deafening squeal, began to pour into her in a hot thick stream.

“Yes, my dear, like this ... Pour everything into me, to the last drop...”, the girl whispered, stroking the orc patch. The second accelerated and also began to pour out in a fountain. Feeling these two hot currents in herself, the red-skinned girl smiled satedly. How good. Orcs, not thinking anything, exhausted themselves sank to the grass. But the girl seemed to become even more cheerful and active.

“Guys, you didn’t give everything to me! Not good!”

She sat down between them and took their fallen phalluses in her hands.

“Come on, I need everything you have!”

She pouted her lips as if she were really offended by them. The girl began to move the skin on their members, her red graceful hands did not know mercy. They moved up and down, then massaged their huge swollen heads, then caressed the bridles with their thumbs.

“My dirty pigs ... Why do you offend Mom?”

The pigs lay with their eyes closed, breathing heavily. This time, the first one sprinkled the one that fucked the red-skinned girl in the ass, the second one had to tinker with. The girl sat between his legs, grabbed his huge penis with her breasts, with a sharp nimble tongue she teased his very tip.

“Give it to me, don’t be a pig! the girl whispered as if unconscious.”

He came a second time when she sucked into his huge scrotum. The thick seed shot out in a small trickle, splattering the girl’s black hair.

“Well done ... you are my good boys.”

The girl stood up, stretched sweetly on tiptoe, so that her breasts swayed seductively. But the orcs were already so exhausted that they did not react to this in any way.

“Thank you guys for a pleasant time”, said the girl, “but I have to go.”

“Hey, red female, you are our captive...”, one of the orcs said, barely moving his tongue.

The girl chuckled: “Well then, get up and try to stop me...”

The second orc grunted viciously and tried to get up. It is useless, it seems to be stuck to the ground. The one who spoke had the strength to raise his hand slightly, but no more. The girl chuckled and began to collect the scattered clothes. Oddly enough, it remained relatively intact. Only now the shoes have disappeared somewhere. There was no need to shoot. But she had such a strange fad: she tried to have sex only barefoot. Apparently, this is how we now have to go to the count.

A spotted hide stood out among the scattered things. The traveler bent over her, stroked the fur and quietly cast a spell. The skin stirred, growled, stood up on four paws, shaking itself. Before the girl stood a leopard, lively, flexible, predatory. He glanced discontentedly at the scattered things and the lying orcs.

“Why was there bedlam, Lyonza?”, he asked in a low growling voice, “I heard that you are expected at the castle for dinner. And now the sun will soon go downhill.”

“Dear Raxen”, Lyonza answered, stroking the beast on the head, “I myself would be glad to be in time for dinner, but these guys turned out to be stronger than I expected.”

“Why are you distracted by them at all? Can’t you control yourself?”

“Are you jealous?”

Lyonza laughed, and the leopard sneezed angrily.

“I need their strength to fulfill the Count’s request. As you can see, she is all in me now.”

The orc, hearing this, squealed pitifully like a pig.

“My dear Raxen, I no longer have a horse, will you deign to take me to my destination?”, Lyonza said affectionately and scratched the leopard behind the ear. He purred contentedly and nodded. Lyonza sat down gracefully on his back, like a noble maiden, dangling her bare feet on one side.

“Can we make it before sunset?”

“Hell yes!”

Lady Eleanor was young and fair. At least that’s how she looked on the tapestry that hung in her bedroom. The real Eleanor, who was lying on the bed, looked much worse: her hair, once gathered in two thick braids, was disheveled, her dress was tattered, her skin had an unhealthy ashy tint, and dark streaks appeared on it. But the worst of all were the eyes of Eleanor, burning with demonic red fire. She was lying on the bed, and around her stood lamps with sacred fire, the entire floor and walls of the bedroom were covered with sacred signs. She squinted unkindly at the lights of the lamps. Do these fools think it’s that easy to stop? It’s night outside, which means she is now the mistress of the situation. Thinking about it, she decided to laugh again, as she had done all day, but changed her mind. There is no need to disturb the monks on the floor below. They sit there and mumble their protective prayers monotonously to prevent her from taking over someone’s mind. But these monks are people, just people ... They need sleep, and they have been on their feet for two days. She’s worn them out a lot lately. Their replacements will arrive tomorrow. But then tomorrow, and while Eleanor lay and listened with keen ears to what was happening in the room below her. Now they have already begun to get lost, one of them has completely stopped speaking. So the second got distracted to take a sip of water, muttered quickly, but quieter, quieter...

Quiet. The whole castle is asleep, even the dogs don’t bark. What you need.

“To me ... to me ... come to me...”, Eleanor addressed no one in particular, but immediately to everyone who would hear and could not resist her call. Now nothing drowns him out. Quiet, did they move all the servants away? We must try again.