Something Wicked Chapter 2

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Chapter 2- New Journey

Cyril was confused and in shock. Here he was, in bed of an inn with perhaps the bustiest woman he’d ever seen and a group of goblins had forced their way into the room, demanding something. He hoped this was just some mistake on their part.

“I think you guys may have the wrong room,” Cyril said uneasily.

“No, we don’t. Give us what we want, Booby Witch!” said the apparent goblin leader.

“Booby Witch?” Cyril turned to Mikhaela confused, “Mikhaela, do you know these guys?”

Mikhaela stared at the group of goblins annoyed.

“Give us what we want or we’ll take it by force,” The goblin demanded again.

Mikhaela sighed annoyed.

“Can’t you guys tell…,” Mikhaela lifted her left hand that began giving off a light blue light and electrical sparks surged to the center of her palm. “…I’m trying to have a little PRIVATE TIME?!?”

More sparks accumulated in Mikhaela’s hand, taking the form of a small sphere. The electrical ball grew rapidly, growing from the size of an apple to that of a large cantaloupe. The Goblins became slightly worried at the growing ominous sphere.

“Wait-wait, hold on!” They protested but Mikhaela didn’t listen. She gave the sphere a little nudge and it flew from her hand, pushing the goblins out the door and through the window in the hall to the street below. Cyril looked on even more surprised than when the goblins came into the room. Mikhaela let out a relaxed sigh, lowered her arm, and turned to Cyril.

“Guess we’re gonna have to take a reign check on that lovin’ huh?” She said, “Maybe we should get some clothes on and get out here.”

“Yeah,” Cyril replied.

The two got off the bed and went for their bags and began getting dressed. While getting their clothes on however a larger group of goblins burst into the room.

“Give us what we want and then you’ll pay for hurting our horde brothers!”

“OH COME ON! I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN MY PANTIES ON YET!” cried Mikhaela who was only dressed in a shirt. At this comment, the goblins gazed a bit at her exposed vagina and ass.

“I’ve got it,” said Cyril who had quickly dressed in a tunic and a pair of pants. He grabbed his staff and slammed it into the face of one of the goblins. Another goblin attacked with a sword, attempting to strike Cyril but Cyril blocked the strike with his staff. Another goblin charged for Cyril while he was blocking the other. In a swift move, he side stepped the goblin he was blocking, pushed him into the charging goblin, and slammed them both into the wall. Another came up behind him but Cyril dispatched him by slamming the staff into his gut bringing him to his knees. Three more goblins charged Cyril, bearing their swords, prepared to skewer him with their blades. Cyril instead put his hand up to his face, muttered some words, and pointed the crystal tipped end of his staff at the trio. The crystal emitted a bright yellow light and a shockwave sent the charging goblins and the few other goblins behind them out of the room, crashing the broken window, and on to the street below with their brethren. Cyril rested his staff on his shoulders and let out a sigh.

“Whoo! What a workout!”

He turned his head back to face Mikhaela, who was just standing there still in just her blouse and staring at him in surprise. She had gotten so caught up in the amazing sight before her that she had forgotten about her underwear issue. Cyril winced.

“Are you gonna get some more clothes on so we can get out of here or are we gonna wait for more to show up?” He asked.

Mikhaela blushed at the embarrassment of getting lost in the fight.

“R-right. Just let me get my stuff,” She said grabbing her underwear and a skirt.

After getting the last of their stuff together, Cyril and Mikhaela quietly went down to the restaurant and lobby of the inn. Mikhaela left the keys to the room, a note, and a small bag of coins for the room, dinner and repairs for the window. They quickly left the inn and hid in an alley a few blocks away, waiting for the group of goblins to pass them.

“Are they gone?” Cyril asked.

“Yes. They went further away in search of us,” Mikhaela answered, “I think we’ll be fine here for a while.”

“Good,” Cyril took a deep breath, “OH MY GOD! THAT WAS AMAZING!”

“Huh? Don’t tell me you’re the kind of guy who gets off on dangerous situations like that?”

“No, of course not. I’m talking about you, Mikhaela. You were able to use magic with out a channeling tool! How did you do that?”

Mikhaela looked at him in surprise at his excitement.

“Well, I’ve travelled around a lot and trained under different masters. I just grew to become strong enough where I didn’t need to rely on a channeling tool like a staff, grimmoire, or wand. I really don’t think that much of it.”

“Sorry,” said a calmed down Cyril, “I had just heard that only the most powerful sorcerers and sorceresses had mastered that ability. To think I would meet one and even had sex with one is just so amazing.”

“You think I’m amazing? You’re one to talk. What was with those moves you used on those goblins?”

“That? That was just something I was taught by Murdock.”

“Your old master taught you that?”

“Yeah, he travelled around the world when he was younger and he even spent sometime with some group of warrior monks in the eastern empires,” Cyril took his staff off his back, “He made a small grove by his house and planted a rare grass tree that grows in the eastern continent. He cut one of the trees down for my staff here and taught me how to fight like those monks.”

“I see,” Mikhaela said, “That explains it. I’ve only seen that fighting style a few times in the east but I’m surprised they let a foreigner learn their techniques. They are usually very selective.”

Cyril just smiled, “He was a pretty friendly guy. I just figured he must have appealed to them somehow.”

Mikhaela looked at Cyril in amazement. She’d need to remember to go Greenfield and visit this Murdock.

“Oh yeah, there was something else,” Cyril realized, “Why were those goblins after you? Do you owe them money or something?”

“Oh. That,” Mikhaela said. She looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes. “I might as well show you since you’ve come with me this far.”

Mikhaela pulled the neckline of her shirt down a bit and rummaged through her cleavage. After a few minutes of feeling around, she lifted her hand out of her cleavage and was holding a small sack the size of a grapefruit. Mikhaela untied the sack revealing a large, dark red ruby.

“Whoa. What is it?” Cyril asked.

“Murdock taught you about culture, right? Stuff like fables and legends,” Mikhaela said, “Did he ever tell you about the Dragon’s Blood Ruby?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it. A Dragon’s Blood Ruby is supposed to be the rarest and most mystical natural gem stone on the planet. Stories say it has numerous abilities from granting immortality to increasing the power of a sorcerer a hundred fold. It sounded amazing. Too bad it’s not re-,” Cyril paused realizing what was before him, “No way. This is it? This is a Dragon’s Blood Ruby?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Where did you find it?”

“I found it a couple weeks back when I traveling by a mountain. I brought it to a jeweler to see if I could get some money for it,” Mikhaela explained, “When the jeweler examined it, he said he had never seen a ruby like this. I also found that my magic was more powerful when I held it in my hand.”

“Amazing. So those goblins were after you for this?” Cyril said, “That doesn’t make any sense. Goblins are crude and simple folk. What would they do with the Dragon’s Blood Ruby?”

“They’re not after the ruby. It’s their boss, Ravutha who wants it.”

“Ravutha?”

“Yeah. She’s a dark elf sorceress who wants it. She confronted me weeks ago, tried to convince me to give her the ruby but I didn’t,” Mikhaela continued, “Now she’s been sending her cronies after me and trying to take it by force. I was hoping I’d lost them a couple of towns back but it looks like she was just waiting for me to come here.”

“I see. So what do you plan to do with the ruby?”

“I…don’t know. I don’t want or need it but I can’t let it fall into hands like Ravutha’s. In the wrong hands, this ruby could mean the destruction of all of Asnorit. I’ve just kept it until I can figure out what to do with it,” Mikhaela wrapped up the ruby and put it back in between her cleavage.

Cyril looked at her sadly. A great burden had been put on her shoulders and he wished he could help somehow.

“Come on,” Mikhaela said, “I know of another inn so we can get some sleep.”

“Right.”

Cyril followed Mikhaela into the night on the dark city streets of Lemavear.

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Hogswash nervously walked through the castle corridors. Several hours ago, part of the goblin horde had left for Lemavear to find the top heavy witch who kept the Dragon’s Blood Ruby, Mikhaela. Their orders were to coax her into giving them the ruby or to bring the witch back to the castle for Mistress Ravutha to get it from her by force. It was now the next morning and the goblins had just reported via a scrying ring that they had been defeated by Mikhaela and an unknown male companion and had lost them during the night. He cursed in the various languages he knew from modern goblin tongue to ancient elvish. Goblins were bumbling fools and he was embarrassed at the fact that they were considered cousins by genus. He couldn’t believe they had lost to a single sorceress and worst of all that they didn’t even come back to report it. Now he was to give the unfortunate report to Mistress Ravutha. This was the part of the job he truly hated. Giving Mistress Ravutha bad news was like waking up a fire dragon; you were voluntarily going to your doom. He arrived at Mistress Ravutha’s bed chambers. He had the sense of impending doom about to descend upon him. He opened the large doors.

“Mistress Ravutha, forgive me for the intrusion-,” Hogswash stopped himself and looked around the empty room. All that he saw was two dark brown dressers, blood red tapestries adorn on the walls, several treasure chests, a large shelf with numerous bottles of potions on them, and Mistress Ravutha’s queen-sized, velvet, magenta bed but not Mistress Ravutha herself. He couldn’t figure out where she was. Then, he heard a soft sigh coming from his left. He spied a large door which was opened a crack with a light coming from it. Hogswash walked over to the door and looked through the crack. At the sight before, he suddenly remembered where this door led; Mistress Ravutha’s private bath.

He gazed in wonderment at the sight; Mistress Ravutha in a large, bubbly bath. She sat beside the edge of bath. Her beautiful, wet, blue skin shined in the light. Her wet silvery white locks clung to her shoulders. Suds stuck to her glorious dark blue breasts as they bobbed and floated on the surface of the bath. She stretched her slender, curvy legs over the water and then soaked them in the warm bath water. She took a bowl on the side of the pool, scooped some water into it, and drenched her with the water, wiping the suds in her hair and on her breasts away. Ravutha let out soft, relaxed coos of pleasure as the water soaked her. Hogswash breathed heavily at this sight. His gremlinhood stood up and made it’s feelings about the sight clear. Hogswash couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He felt as if he had just been a lucky enough gremlin to see a heavenly goddess taking a bath. He noticed Mistress Ravutha chuckling and wondered what was so funny.

“Hogswash…” She said grabbing the rim of the bath, “…I hope you’ve accomplished all you’ve wanted in life.”

Mistress Ravutha stood up in the bath, exposing her entire naked dark elf body. Hogswash completed opened the door when seeing her glorious form. Ravutha grabbed a bronze armlet, slipped it on up to the center of her left bicep, lifted up her left arm, and pointed her left palm at Hogswash. A small flame appeared in the center of her palm and rapidly grew to the size of a beach ball.

“TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT AND BURN, PEEPING GREMLIN!”

The large fire ball launched from Ravutha’s plam, flew at and directly hit Hogswash. A few moments later, Ravutha and Hogswash were walking through the corridors. Ravutha had put on a short, fluffy, pink bathrobe to somewhat cover herself up. The top of the robe was loosened enough allowing a great amount of cleavage. Her jugs jiggled with each hard step she took threatening to bounce out of her robe altogether. The bottom was short and fluttered in such a way as she moved that if you walked behind her, you might be lucky enough to get a glimpse of her round and taunt ass. Hogswash walked beside her, his skin a browner red than usual and his robe tattered and burnt. Though, he had a stern and nervous look on his face, he was rejoicing inside about having been able to see Mistress Ravutha bathing and also seeing her completely naked. They came to a room furnished with a table covered in strangely shaped bottles, torturing devices, a large cauldron, various artifacts, and a large throne. This was Ravutha’s workshop where she worked on potions, tortured prisoners, and spied on enemies with her seeing pool cauldron. Ravutha went over to her throne, sat with her legs crossed and looked at Hogswash.

“Getting past the event that just occurred, why were you in my bed chambers to begin with, Hogswash?” Ravutha asked irritably.

“Milady, I came to give you the report from the horde,” Hogswash replied.

“Am I to assume that they botched up their orders, were defeated by Mikhaela, and lost her in the process?” Ravutha asked.

Hogswash’s silence was enough of an answer for the dark elf sorceress. Ravutha put her right hand to her forehead and sighed.

“Sometimes, I wondered why I didn’t create golems for my minions. They don’t ask for a salary and they don’t have sexual preferences,” Ravutha contemplated, “Mikhaela must be using the ruby to enhance her powers that would explain why the horde was so easily over powered. That bitch. And she said she didn’t want it.”

“Actually, Milady,” Hogswash interjected, “The goblins reported that some of them were defeated by an unknown young man who was accompanying the witch Mikhaela.”

Ravutha’s eyes widened at the remark.

“What? A young man was with the top heavy witch?”

“Yes, a young man who had amazing magical skill and fighting prowess.”

“Really? Let’s find out.”

Ravutha got off her throne and went over to her cauldron. Hogswash followed her to the cauldron. The waters in the cauldron bubbled and boiled.

“Cauldron of sight beyond sight,” Ravutha said, “Show me what I ask to be shown! Show me the sorceress Mikhaela!”

The waters stirred, swirled, and began to glow a pastel green. Something began to appear at the center of the vortex. It was Mikhaela sitting at bench. The picture zoomed out to reveal a young man with her.

“Oh this must be the young man the goblins were talking about,” Ravutha bent over looking closely at the picture, “My, what a cutie. I wouldn’t mind being accompanied by a boy like him.”

Hogswash smiled. Thanks to the short bottom of the robe and Mistress Ravutha bending over, He could see her taunt round butt. She wiggled it a bit as she watched the vision in the cauldron. Hogswash reached out his hand towards Ravutha’s ass and prepared to feel her smooth and soft rump. Unfortunately, he would not get the chance as Ravutha turned her head to see him stretching out his arm.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson a few minutes ago,” Ravutha asked and gave Hogswash a hard kick sending him several feet into the wall behind him. Ravutha shifted her attention back to the cauldron. The water was still focused on the young man with Mikhaela. A smile crept across Ravutha’s face and scheme formed in her mind. Ravutha stood up and looked at Hogswash.

“Hogswash, get off your lazy, perverted tail,” Ravutha commanded.

Hogswash shakily got up from the floor and stood at attention.

“Y-yes, m-mi-milady.”

“Send a message back to the goblins in town. Tell them their new objective: Capture Mikhaela’s male companion and bring him back here unharmed.”

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“Do you think they’re still after us?” Cyril asked Mikhaela.

“I’m not sure but I need a rest,” Mikhaela answered, taking a seat on a bench. After sneaking away to the late night inn, they had a quiet night. When they woke up later and got some breakfast they left the inn and travelled around Lemavear. They didn’t stay in one space for a long time so they wouldn’t be found by Ravutha’s goblins and they kept away from popular areas where it would obvious to go. Since they were stopped for now, Cyril decided to ask Mikhaela something that was on his mind.

“Hey Mikhaela, What are you gonna do next?”

Mikhaela looked at him for a long time answered, “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just continue traveling from town to town.”

“Are you sure you’re gonna be alright on your own?”

“Hey, I’m not some helpless little girl here,” Mikhaela said, “I’ve done alright by myself up to now.”

Cyril looked at her sitting on the bench. She seemed confident but there was something else there, too.

“Why did you start traveling? Was it like my reason or was it for something else?”

“Well something kinda like your reason,” Mikhaela said, “I set out on my own to learn different forms of magic I wasn’t able to learn at home.”

“What was stopping you from learning at home?”

“My family…”

Cyril’s eyes widened slightly. He was about to ask more when a loud, gurgling rumble came from Mikhaela. They were both quiet for a few long moments until Cyril suffered a giggle fit. Mikhaela blushed profusely with embarrassment.

“What’s so funny? I’m a girl! Girls get hungry, too!” Mikhaela ranted, “It takes a large metabolism to keep these giant boobs!”

“I’m sorry,” apologized Cyril, barely recovering his composure.

Mikhaela looked annoyed at him and pouted. Cyril stopped laughing and looked at her. She was really cute when she was pouting. Cyril smiled.

“Tell you what: I’ll go to one of the food vendors and bring back some lunch. How’s that sound?”

“Fine,” Mikhaela said, “but you’re paying.”

“Alright,” Cyril chuckled and went off to get their food. A block away, Cyril found a street vendor and bought two chicken skewers. As walked back to Mikhaela he was making up his mind about something that had been on it since last night.

“Maybe I should ask her about that when I get back to her-,” Cyril was hit on the head by something blunt and heavy. He fell unconscious dropping the bag with the skewers in them.

Meanwhile, Mikhaela sat at the bench, contemplating her next move. Ravutha would obviously continue hunting her for the ruby and it wasn’t safe to stay in one city for too long. She would have to leave soon. There was only one thing in the way of leaving just yet that was Cyril. He would probably come with her. Mikhaela knew what this journey she was on was. She knew there would be hardship, danger, and possibly death. She didn’t want him getting caught in the crossfire of her problems…however she also didn’t want to be parted from the kind of ecstasy she experienced with him last night. It was the best sex she had in a while; the way he teased her body, his touch on her skin, and the feeling of his cock inside her. She was starting to get horny just thinking about it. She didn’t want to miss out on having that feeling again. Beyond the sex, she also liked Cyril. He was sweet, intelligent, and pretty proficient in magic. Still, she was weary about taking him with her. Suddenly she realized it was taking Cyril longer than it should to pick up some food. The vendors were only a block away.

“Hope nothings happened to him,” She said. She went in the direction he had left. She looked for him and found a nearby vendor.

“Hello, can I ask you something?” Mikhaela asked the vendor.

The vendor took his eyes off the skewers he was cooking to take a look at Mikhaela. His vision quickly went back to his skewers.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just because you got big boobs doesn’t mean I’ll give you any freebies.”

“That’s not what I was gonna ask!” said an irritable Mikhaela, “Have you seen a young guy with brown hair and carrying an unusual wizard’s staff?”

“Yeah, I saw him. He was here fifteen minutes ago and bought two skewers and went back the way you came from,” answered the vendor.

“Thanks,” Mikhaela said about to leave but was stopped by the vendor’s hand on her shoulder.

“I’d like something more for thanks. Buy something,” the vendor said. Mikhaela looked annoyed at the vendor but bought a skewer and left to search for Cyril. While on her way back to the bench she saw something in an alley. She bent down to look at it, finding two skewers in a wax bag. She wondered if these were the ones Cyril had bought.

“Cyril,” She said a little concerned, “Where are you?”

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“Oooo! He’s even cuter in person. However, it would be nice not to have to wait for him regain consciousness.”

“Mistress, he was a dangerous opponent. He easily fended off seven warriors of the horde.”

Cyril was awoken by the sound of unknown voices and a ringing in his ears. He opened his eyes to find himself face to face with a pair of large, round, navy blue knockers being held together by a tiny bikini top.

“Big boobs…” he said trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s right,” a female hand cupped Cyril’s chin and turned his head up to face a beautiful dark elf woman, “Do you like ‘em that way?”

“Who are you and where am I?” asked Cyril. He figured from the binding on his arms and legs that he had been kidnapped but where he was and who his sexy-looking, dark elf, presumed captor was still a mystery to him. The dark elvish woman smiled at Cyril.

“You’re in my castle and I am the sexy sorceress Ravutha.”

“Ravutha….you’re the sorceress who sent those lame brain goblins after Mikhaela and me.”

“Lame-brain?!?” exclaimed a sea green goblin in the room, “Why you little scum-sucking son of bitch wizard!”

The Goblin came up to Cyril and Ravutha, prepared to punch Cyril in the face. Ravutha put her arm out between him and Cyril.

“Stay out of this,” Ravutha commanded.

“Boss, this stinkin’ wizard defeated and injured members of our horde,” the goblin said, “Why are we not beating him up or even killing him for what he’s done?”

“Because I have other plans for him,” Ravutha explained to the goblin and turned her attention back to Cyril. Cyril looked at her.

“Why did you capture me?” He asked.

“Oh, don’t be so serious,” said Ravutha as she came up behind him and leaned up against him, her breasts pressing against the back of his head, “I’d like to know some stuff about you like what’s your name, cutie?”

Cyril took swallowed hard and spoke.

“Cyril. My name is Cyril.”

Ravutha came down to his eye level, looked him straight in the eye, and stroked his cheek.

“Well, Cyril, you are quite the cutie and you seem to be a talented sorcerer and fighter. I mean you did defeat several of my horde warriors on your own, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did. They were a pretty good workout.”

“Workout?!? Mistress, Let me at him,” the sea green goblin gripped his sword prepared to pull it out.

“Hold your warhogs! I want to deal with him.” Ravutha took a seat on Cyril’s lap. She ran her right hand through Cyril’s hair.

“Now Cyril, you’ve been in Mikhaela’s company. Do you know where that top heavy witch is keeping the Dragon’s Blood Ruby?”

“I won’t tell you. Besides, are you really so power hungry that you want the Dragon’s Blood Ruby?”

“Oh sweetie, I’m not just after it for it’s affect on my magical abilities but to cure little old me,” Ravutha replied.

Cyril looked at her confused.

“Cure you?”

“Dark Elves suffer from a life force deficiency. We become weak and frail unless we take some life force and magical energies from others through a kiss or sexual intercourse. It is our curse,” Ravutha explained, “The center of the dragon’s blood ruby contains the elixir of life. For normal people, it is the key to immortality but for dark elves like me, it is the cure to thriving without stealing life force from others.”

“How can it do that?” Cyril asked.

“The reason the elixir of life can grant immortality is because it is an everlasting source of life force energy. This allows normal humans and other races an everlasting existence. However, if I were to drink it, I would be cured of my deficiency. No longer would I have to steal life force from other people. I would have no weakness. Do you understand?”

“I guess but I still won’t give up the location of the ruby to you.”

Cyril was trying his best not give out any sign of his pleasure of having such a sexy dark elf on his lap. Her soft, firm booty resting on his lap, her round melons so close to his body, and her slender, elegant arms around his neck. Cyril put his thighs together as tight as he could to keep his little friend from voicing his opinion on the situation. Ravutha looked at Cyril. She knew he was playing hard to get and decided to switch her tactics.

“Aw but Cyril, I wouldn’t just be doing this for me…I could do this for you too,” Suddenly her tone switched from cute and sweet to soft and sexy, “When I get the ruby and get cured I could give you the stone to do whatever you want with it and what I have.”

Ravutha drew herself closer and pressed her breasts against Cyril’s chest. Cyril became slightly more pleased and harder to control himself, thanks to the feeling of her bosom against his chest. His heart beat quickened a bit and his member began to slightly emerge out between his thighs.

“With the ruby, you could be the greatest and most powerful sorcerer in the western kingdoms and all of Asnorit. You could have an entire horde of goblin and human warriors at your command to serve you, fight for you, and die for you. Best of all, You would have me by your side,” Cyril swallowed hard on Ravutha’s last word and his cock was almost out of it’s tight prison, “ I would of course your consort. I could give you pleasures you could only dream of. We could spend hours and hours of hot, passionate, and steamy sex. All of my body would be yours to do with whatever you please. How does that sound?”

Cyril’s mind overflowed with thoughts and visions of Ravutha naked in numerous sexual positions and giving great sexual service, from titfucks to anal. Cyril began to come back to reality and looked at Ravutha.

“While that is very, very tempting, I’m still can’t tell you,” Cyril said.

“Hmm, then I have one more question for you,” Ravutha said, “Is that a wand in your pocket that’s poking me or are you just trying to hide how horny you are?”

Crap, Cyril thought. His little friend had to betray him at the last moment. Ravutha got off Cyril’s lap and turned to her goblin guards.

“Take him to my bed chambers,” She commanded, “I have a much better way to get information out of him. Besides, I am a bit peckish.”

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Mikhaela stopped and took a break from walking and searching. She had looked around half the city to Cyril but was still unable to find him. She was beginning to worry that he had been caught by Ravutha’s men. There wasn’t any other explanation for it. Cyril had to have been kidnapped. She had to save him somehow. The most obvious way was go to Ravutha’s lair, beat the dark elf sorceress and free Cyril. Unfortunately, Mikhaela had no idea where Ravutha’s hideout was. She figured she had to be somewhere nearby to have her minions find Cyril and her.

“Wait, her minions-that’s it,” Mikhaela realized.

Ravutha’s minions might still be within the city looking for her. All she would need to do is find one of the goblins in Ravutha’s horde and force him to take her back to Ravutha’s home.

“Now if only I knew where one of Ravutha’s goblins were,” She said to herself.

“Man, this sucks,” said a voice nearby. Mikhaela turned to see an olive-green goblin with a gold and blood red shoulder plate walking past her.

“First, I get my crotch shocked by the boss and now she and the rest of the horde send me to pick up some beer,” Scraw said, “I’m a member of the horde. Not a gofer.”

He sighed and groaned. Somehow, being a warrior in a horde wasn’t as good as he thought it would be. He had heard stories of horde warriors in his home town; they ransacked villages, plundered treasure, drank kegs of beer and screwed sexy and beautiful chicks. Yet here he was a member of a horde and he was sent to go get beer for the others. Well, at least he’d be able to have the beer when he got back to the castle.

“The worst part is that the boss is maybe the hottest and bustiest chick I’ve ever seen,” He said out loud exasperated, “and I can’t even stare at her tits without being punished.”

He sighed after the exasperated outburst.

“She really does have the biggest pair of boobs I’ve ever seen in real life.”

“Excuse me,” asked a voice next to Scraw. He turned his head to see the person who the voice belonged to and took back what he said a second ago. Standing before him was the biggest pair of boobs he’d ever seen period.

“Excuse me, I wanted to know something,” Mikhaela said.

“Yes,” Scraw said, his vision focused on her breasts and not her face.

“You’re part of Ravutha’s horde of goblins, right?” She asked him, ignoring his deterred vision.

“Yes,” He replied.

“Good, So you know where her hideout, castle, fortress, or whatever is?”

“Yes,” He replied again.

“Great,” Mikhaela said with jump. Her boobs bounced when she did and continued to do so when she stopped. Scraw’s mouth shaped into a smile at the sight of the bouncing tits. After that, they remained standing in the street for a few long moments.

“Um, hello?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going to take me to the castle?”

“What castle?”

Mikhaela gained an incredulous look.

“The castle where your boss Ravutha lives.”

“Who’s Ravutha?”

Mikhaela became annoyed. This was one of the things she hated about having such big boobs as she did; dealing with guys like this who would when seeing her breasts would just stand there, stare, and drool. It was very annoying when she was trying to get some clothes, jewelry, or potions when the clerk or merchant was too distracted by her tits get the fee for her stuff and so on. She groaned. She didn’t have time for this. Ravutha could being doing something terrible to Cyril and she couldn’t let that happen. So she decided that if this goblin boy wasn’t going to pay attention on his own, she would have to make him pay attention. She brought her right hand down to his pants and roughly and tightly clutched his crotch.

“Ahhh!” Scraw said in pain, “Not the goblinhood. It just started healing from yesterday.”

“Listen up, drooly boy,” Mikhaela grabbed his collar and brought him down to her eye level, “I’m not in the mood for this today. So you better pay attention and do what I say. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Your boss, Ravutha took a friend of mine captive. You are going to take me to her castle, fortess, or whatever right now or I’ll tear off this dick and nut sack of yours. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good. Now lead the way and no getting distracted by tits this time.”

Scraw cursed his luck. He was just sent out to get some beer and now he was bringing back the sorceress the boss wasn’t to fond of. I feared what kind of punishment he’d get for bringing back an enemy and not bringing any beer along with him.

“I’m about kiss my goblinhood goodbye,” he said woefully under his breath.

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Cyril was dropped on a magenta bed, his hands and feet were still bound. Ravutha slyly smiled at Cyril and then turned to her warriors.

“Come into the chambers only if something important happens,” She directed her goblins, “Now leave us.”

The Goblins left the room and closed the large wooden doors behind them. Ravutha turned to her bed and Cyril. She walked over to the bed and climbed on to Cyril. She lied on him, her warm and soft body resting on top of Cyril’s. She was face to face with Cyril.

“Alone at last,” Ravutha sat up on top of Cyril, “Now we can have some fun but first...”

Ravutha undid Cyril’s tunic and opened it up. She placed her left hand on Cyril’s chest. Her hand gave off a purple aura for a moment and quickly faded. Cyril looked surprised. Could she be a sorceress who requires no channeling tool, he thought. Cyril looked he noticed a golden ring on her finger adorn with a violet gem. No, that ring must be an enchanted item meaning she’s a just a normal sorceress. His thoughts came to the current event.

“What did you just do?” He asked.

“You’ll see,” Ravutha went for the bindings on Cyril’s arms and prepared to untie them.

“Do you really think I’ll just lie here if you take those off?”

Ravutha untied the bindings and let Cyril’s arms drop to his sides like a rag doll.

“What the hell?” Cyril said, “Why can’t I move?”

“Simple, Cyril. I used a paralysis spell on you,” Ravutha lifted one of his arms for emphasis, “Almost all of your body is as limp as a rag doll. Only a two parts are active.”

“Two parts? What do you mean by two parts-ah,” Cyril received his answer in the form of Ravutha’s hand going down his pants and lightly stroking his shaft. Ravutha giggled.

“Now we can get down to the good stuff.”

She got off of Cyril, went down to his legs, undid the binding, and pulled off his pants. Ravutha gazed Cyril’s standing cock after pulling of his underwear. She gingerly gripped the throbbing sex organ, feeling it pulse in her hand.

“What a nice little fellow you have here, Cyril,” Ravutha complimented, “Just one last thing.”

She pursed her lips together and kissed the tip of Cyril’s member. Cyril felt a strange tingle flow through his body. He had never felt that before when a woman kissed his tip. Then again, they didn’t really kiss his tip as so much as gobble it. He wondered if it was some form of magic. He was about to ask what Ravutha did when she began doing most girls did with his cock. Ravutha engulfed almost half of his dick in her mouth. She sucked on it and licked it while inside her mouth. Her tongue stroked all around his shaft and tip, taking in the taste of his member. Cyril could hardly believe how great it felt to get his cock sucked by such a beauty. Ravutha made it feel even better as she began going further down Cyril’s shaft. Her head bobbed up and down and her soft lips stroking his shaft as it entered and exited her mouth. She slightly increased her speed a little each time. Cyril found it very hard to contain himself much longer. He finally let loose his sexual tension and released cum into Ravutha’s mouth. Ravutha appeared to swallow Cyril’s cum in an ecstatic way. Cyril felt a little strange after his release. One would normally feel a little fatigued after cumming but this was different. He felt strangely drained, like part of him was taken after cumming. Ravutha removed her mouth from Cyril’s slightly limp cock and smiled at him.

“Mmm. How delicious. That was a nice appetizer but now it’s time for the main course.”

Ravutha stood up on her knees and put her arms behind her back. She untied the knot that held her top and let it go. Her big, dark blue breasts bounced when they were freed from their miniscule confinement. The loss of her top gave a view of her perky and surprisingly contrasting pink nipples. Cyril’s cock began to gain its stiffness back. After taking off her top, she continued by going to the left gold clasp on the side of her bottoms. She unclasped it and slipped it down her legs revealing her pussy which was also surprisingly pink, with some small silvery white pubic hair. Cyril’s cock gained its second win at the sight of a completely nude Ravutha, and become harder than before.

“Wow! That was fast. Younger men are the best,” Ravutha squealed happily, “I get a great meal out of you.”

The food metaphor again, Cyril thought, why did she keep talking like that and why did I feel weakened after I came the last time? Before he could ask, Ravutha straddled Cyril’s cock and inserted it into her pussy. The soft, moist cavity tightly gripped Cyril’s member.

“Aaah,” they both cried as Cyril’s penis went in deeper.

“Your pussy’s so tight,” Cyril said.

“We’re just beginning,” Ravutha said as she started to go further down on his cock to the base.

After getting to the base of his shaft, Ravutha began to go up and down Cyril’s member riding it like a bull. She bounced with a steady and fast pace with large breasts shaking along the way. The tightness of Ravutha’s pussy and her movements were too much of a strain for Cyril. It was so much that he came again and once again he felt drained. Why am I feeling this way? He thought. For that matter, why hasn’t Ravutha stopped riding me? It was true. After his cumming did not stop or deter Ravutha’s ride. She continued to bounce up and down his shaft but a little faster.

“Ravutha, what’s going on- augh!” Cyril felt his body tingle again and suddenly he came again. This doesn’t seem possible, he thought, I just came a couple seconds ago and I’m continuing to feel even more drained with each release of my sperm. Cyril was confused. What exactly was going on? Then he remembered what he had learned about the dark elves and their culture. The dark elves were supposed to have given themselves to black magic to gain great power and a connection to it. However, this came with a price as this caused the life force deficiency that Ravutha had mentioned. His master Murdock said that dark elves gain borrowed time from others by draining life force and magical energy from others through a kiss or more usually sex. Murdock told him they drained energy via sex by taking sperm as it is the literal seed of life. Cyril figured this must be that energy draining through sex but this couldn’t just be a normal form of sex otherwise if this was true of all sex, he would be without any magical power or maybe even dead. She must have done something to me before she started, he thought. Suddenly he realized it. Of course when she kissed my cock, He figured, I felt that tingle when she kissed the tip of my penis that must be it. However, just figuring out how she did it wasn’t the biggest problem. Here he was getting his life force drained and he couldn’t even move. With him cumming almost constantly, he felt his life draining away from him. He felt weaker and weaker. Soon he felt he would be nothing more than a husk of a man. While, Cyril was starting to feel his end coming, Ravutha was enjoying her meal immensely.

“MMMM! Such thick, delicious sperm, you have Cyril,” Ravutha exclaimed, “I may need to give you a rejuvenation potion so I can have some more of your delicious life form! AHHH!”

“Mistress Ravutha!” Hogswash burst through the doors into the bed chamber.

Ravutha stopped her ride and turned to her gremlin lackey.

“What is it, Hogswash?” She asked irritably, “If you came in here, just to see me fucking this boy, I’ll-“

“No, Mistress. I came to give you urgent news from the tower archers,” Hogswash answered, “The witch Mikhaela is only half a mile from the castle.”

Ravutha’s mood quickly changed from irritated to joyful.

“Really? She’s almost at the castle?”

“Yes, my lady. She has one of the new recruits leading her here.”

“Good. I was hoping she’d decide to come here to find this boy,” She said looking at Cyril’s half conscious, exhausted expression, “I can tell why. I guess I’ll let him rest a bit and rejuvenate for a little. It was a nice bit of subterfuge to send some of the new recruits to go get beer to give Mikhaela an invitation.”

Ravutha removed herself from Cyril’s member, got off the bed, and went to a dark brown wardrobe to the left of her bed.

“Shall I have the archers shoot her down?” Hogswash asked.

“No, the archers are liable to hit the new recruit and I don’t want to pay for more help wanted posters on billboards in the nearby towns,” explained Ravutha as she pulled out a long, dark red robe from the dresser.

“Then, what is you want done, Mistress?” Hogswash asked.

“Tell the archers to not harm her and let her come to us,” Ravutha commanded as she finished tying the belt of the rouge robe, “When she arrives, I will deal with her. Have some of the horde prepared and standing by.”

“What?!?” Hogswash asked surprised, “Surely this over endowed witch is no match for you, Milady. She is, isn’t she?”

“She’s no match for me,” She said slipping on some enchanted jewelry, “I merely want the horde to be there for their reward. When I have defeated Mikhaela and taken the Dragon’s Blood Ruby from her, the horde is allowed to take her back to their chambers and do as they wish with her. That includes you too, Hogswash.”

Ravutha brushed pasted Hogswash and left the room. When she was out of the room and a little down the hall, Hogswash did a small gremlin jig. Though, he would have preferred to screw Mistress Ravutha, a gigantically stacked witch like Mikhaela would suffice. He figured he could get her all to himself with the power of being Mistress Ravutha’s right hand gremlin. He could hardly wait.

“Hogswash, are you coming?” Mistress Ravutha called from the down the corridor.

“Coming my ladyship~!” He called back dancing out of the room and down the hall.

Left alone in Ravutha’s room, Cyril lay on Ravutha’s bed. He was paralyzed and drained but not unaware of the situation; Mikhaela was walking into a trap to save him. He knew she could probably handle herself but seeing as how Ravutha was probably in possession of numerous enchanted items with unknown abilities or enchancements, he was unsure of her wellbeing. He had to somehow save her and help her in this battle but how could he? He was still under Ravutha’s paralysis spell and the only things he could move were his head and dick. Plus he was drained of so much life force and magical energy, even if he wasn’t paralyzed, he would too exhausted to move and too weak to cast a spell. There had to be a way he thought. He turned his head to the left of the bed and saw on the nightstand, a phial of some green substance. He hoped it was a health elixir but how to get it. Come on think of a way you idiot, he thought to himself. He tapped his left index finger on the bed in thought. Wait a minute, he realized, I can move my index finger. He tried to move all his fingers on his left hand and they did. He summoned up his will power and slowly moved his left arm over to the nightstand to reach the phial.

<br>

In the main corridor of Ravutha’s castle, the large, metal gates opened. Entering the corridor was Mikhaela with Scraw dragged along to show her to the castle.

“Why didn’t you just kill me when we go here?” Scraw pleaded to Mikhaela, “You’d be saving me from a lot of pain for this screw up.”

“Oh you did fine, Scraw,” Ravutha said, standing in front of them in a dark red robe and some of her horde behind her, “You did just what I wanted you to do. Now go back to the rest of the horde.”

Scraw didn’t try to reason with what Ravutha just said. He just ran off to the ranks of horde, overjoyed that his junk wasn’t going to get shocked, burnt, or any other horrible things Mistress Ravutha would likely put it through. After Scraw returned to the ranks, Ravutha turned her attention back to her guest.

“You took longer than I expected you to get here,” Ravutha said.

“Where’s Cyril?” Mikhaela asked.

“He’s alright. I haven’t harmed him. He’s too cute to want to harm.”

“Let him go, Ravutha. He has nothing to do with this.”

“I might be willing to let him if you give me the Dragon’s Blood Ruby. Of course, it would be a shame to give up such a cute boy with such a delicious penis.”

Mikhaela stared daggers at her. Ravutha merely smirked.

“You’ve tried it too, haven’t you?” Ravutha asked, “Maybe I’d be willing to let you share in the fun if you gave me the Dragon’s Blood Ruby. What do you think?”

Waves of magical energy flowed from Mikhaela, creating a slight breeze in the castle. Mikhaela’s left fist emitted a brilliant blue glow.

“I think I’m gonna your scrawny ass right here and now!”

With that, Mikhaela launched a lightning bolt ball at Ravutha. Before it hit her, Ravutha raised her right hand, emitted a shield that dispersed the lightning bolt ball spell when it hit, and then threw a blazing red fire ball at Mikhaela with ease. Mikhaela narrowly avoided the fire ball as it flew and hit the metal gates, blowing them apart into searing hot pieces of metallic shrapnel. Mikhaela could hardly believe that Ravutha could use a shield and fire ball spell back to back with such ease. Was she stronger than when they last fought? She noticed something on Ravutha’s hand; a bronze ring with a dark orange crystal. Figures, Mikhaela thought. She was using enchanted items as a channeling tool and enhancing her magic. Mikhaela gained her footing and launched an orange blast at Ravutha. Ravutha smirked at the attack.

“You really think a blast like that will hit me,” She said raising her shield.

The blast hit the shield and dispersed. With the blast gone, Ravutha dropped her shield and prepared to give Mikhaela another attack when a second blast came at her.

“Wha-,” Ravutha flew when the blast hit her.

“Of course not, that’s why I sent a second shot,” Mikhaela replied.

While flying through the air from Mikhaela’s attack, Ravutha gained her balance in mid-air and levitated to face her opponent.

“You’re not the only one who can release multiple shots,” Ravutha spread her hands.

Around her hands appeared several small, floating, purple spheres. With a thrust of her hands, the spheres flew hands toward Mikhaela. As they shot towards her, Mikhaela raised her left hand in front of her and a large wall of ice formed in time for the magical shots to embed themselves into the ice wall. Ravutha raised her arms over her head, summoned a large dark purple sphere, and threw it at Mikhaela. Mikhaela saw the large sphere fly at her and created another layer of ice to give a better shield. Unfortunately, when the sphere impacted the ice wall shattered and sent Mikhaela flying a few feet back on her back.

“Ah,” Mikhaela groaned with pain. Aside from the falling hard on her back, the impact of the sphere shattered not only the ice wall but hit the floor, kicking up some of pieces of the floor and hit one of them hit her hard on her left leg. She sat up and as Ravutha levitated down to the floor, she sent a fire ball at the dark elf sorceress. Unfortunately, the attack didn’t help as Ravutha batted the fire ball into the wall on Ravutha’s right.

“You don’t seem to be doing so well today,” Ravutha said approaching Mikhaela, “I’ve waited to for this moment for a long tiIIME!”

Ravutha was sent flying in the air again. Mikhaela had her palm placed on the ground when Ravutha approached her wounded body, used an earth spell, and made the ground underneath Ravutha suddenly jut up sending her into the air again. Ravutha got her footing in the air again and this time flew over to Mikhaela.

“What a sneaky underhanded move. You could’ve been a good ally,” Ravutha kicked Mikhaela, “If it wasn’t for your stupid ideals. Hope you enjoy getting gang raped by goblins but first I think I deserve a little payback for the instant earth pillar spell you made.”

Ravutha placed her hand in front of Mikhaela. With a glow of gold light from her hand, the earth moved and formed cuffs around Mikhaela’s wrists and ankles, holding her to the ground. Mikhaela tried to free herself but could not.

“Relax,” Ravutha formed an energy sphere in her palm, “This won’t hurt…much.”

Mikhaela closed her eyes. This was it. The worst case scenario; Ravutha would finally have the Dragon’s Blood Ruby, Cyril was her captive and food source, and she was going to be the fuck buddy to each of Ravutha’s minions. She couldn’t believe this was happening but it was…or was it? After a few seconds of expecting a great deal of pain, nothing happened. Mikhaela opened her right eye and saw in front of her Ravutha’s sphere-less hand. She opened both eyes and found she was able to move her arms. The earth shackle spell was removed. She looked at Ravutha to see her blank eyes. She waved her hand to see if she would respond and Ravutha fell unconscious next to her with a large bump on her head. She looked up to the cause of that bump.

“Cyril.”

Cyril was standing there with his staff resting across his shoulders.

“Hey, Mikhaela. Are you okay?”

She was a little surprised. Somehow, in the nick of time, Cyril had arrived and smacked Ravutha in the head with his staff, rendering her unconscious and omitting the spell she had cast.

“I’m a little tired from this battle and my legs hurt.”

“Alright. I’ll fix that.”

Cyril turned to Ravutha’s goblin warriors, who were still shocked about their mistress being easily taken down by a blow to the head. Cyril stared at them with an intimidating glare.

“Hey, knuckleheads! I want you guys to get me my bag and couple of health potions or I’ll make you by sending some fire balls your way.”

The Goblin horde just stood there for a couple minutes. Cyril prayed to god that they wouldn’t call his bluff. The phial he drank was just enough to get him to move and not fully rejuvenate his magic. His powers were still recuperating and if they attacked him, the biggest fire ball he could muster would only be the size of his fingertip. He wasn’t much shape to fight physically either. He truly hoped they wouldn’t figure him out.

“Yes, Sir,” they said scrabbling to up the stairs to get the potions and Cyril’s belongings.

Cyril sighed in relief.

A short time later and few miles from Ravutha’s castle, Mikhaela’s laughter could be heard as she and Cyril walked.

“AHAHAHAHAH! Those goblins are so dumb! I can’t believe they fell for your bluff,” She laughed, “We’re pretty lucky they didn’t suspect you would be low on magic. Geez, Ravutha’s got a gaggle of idiots as her minions! Hahahaha!”

“It might be better if you didn’t laugh so loud,” said Cyril. He kept looking behind his shoulder to make sure they weren’t being followed.

“You shouldn’t worry about them. You put on a pretty good act, I think,” Mikhaela’s mood changed from cheerful and carefree to regretful, “I’m going to miss this for a while. Being around someone who’s company I enjoy.”

Right, Cyril thought, I suppose I should ask her now before it’s too late.

“Why do you have to miss it?” Cyril asked.

Mikhaela stopped and turned to him as if he had asked her why the sky was blue.

“Because I’ll be on my way now and I might not see you again,” Mikhaela said, “I can’t stay in Lemavear anymore with you.”

“Who said you OR I were staying in Lemavear?” Cyril asked.

“What?”

Cyril walked up close to her.

“Mikhaela, I’ve been thinking about this for sometime. You are perhaps the greatest sorceress I know or have met. You’re able to do what few people can. You’ve travelled the world and learned from various masters. I want to learn what you’ve learned. I want to know what you know. In short, Miss Mikhaela….would let me travel with you and take me on as your pupil? Please?”

Mikhaela stood there and stared at him for a long while, unable to figure out her reply. Then she knew her answer, smiled, and hugged Cyril.

“Of course, sweetie,” She said, “but only if this pupil-master thing doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun in the bedroom. I like having there and I know it would be too unbearable to see my boobs everyday and not be able to play with them.”

Cyril blushed and smiled.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Mikhaela smiled wider back and then broke from her embrace of Cyril. She walked a little further ahead toward Lemavear.

“Then, it’s settled, my student. We’ll go to Lemavear to get the needed supplies and then stay there one more night for some ‘extracurricular activities’,” Mikhaela said, turned her head back to Cyril and gave a sexy wink.

Cyril drooled a little bit at the mention of ‘extracurricular activities’.

“I love learning.”