Something Wicked Chapter 7 pt. 1

It's finally here, the seventh chapter of Something Wicked...well the first part anyway. Please enjoy.

Ch.7 The Caged Fairy

It was a dark evening about midnight in the town of Nadgar and the surrounding area. The moon was hidden by a thick cloud cover, making it hard to navigate at night. Flames for the towers of Castle Ifiren were the only light that kept the castle from being cloaked the darkened night. Approaching the castle on this dark night were a trio of cloaked figures, two following behind one and connected by shackles. Though dark, two of the more keen eyed of a trio of guards on the west tower noticed the group approaching.

“Notify the troops on the first level!” said the taller of the three, “ Someone’s coming to the castle.”

His stalky comrade followed the suggestion and went down the nearest stairs, while the third looked out the window curiously.

“Who ya’ reckon they are?” he asked.

“Could be some trouble makers come to screw with us but Mistress Ravutha might have sent someone to fetch the people she was looking for,” He grabbed a scrying medallion to contact Gargloth, “This is the west tower. Three people in cloaks are headed for the castle.” 

“Hold them when they arrive. I will tell the mistress and she will be down there soon,” Gargloth replied over the scrying medallion.

A few moments later, the three cloaked figures arrived and were surrounded by the guards. Gargloth and Ravutha arrived, the dark mistress dressed in a revealing outfit that drew the attention of most guards and two of the cloaked figures. A quick glare to her staff got them to look away from her form and she addressed the figures.

“Who are you to come to my castle at this late hour? Reveal yourself!”

The lead cloaked figure did as the dark elf asked, revealing herself to be a human sized Melon Flower minus her wings.

“I have come my lady bearing what you seek,” the fairy said, presenting the Dragon’s Blood Ruby to her. The dark elf’s eyes lit up at the sight of the blood red gem before her. She accepted the gem, coveting it like a child who finally received a long desired toy.

“Along with a bonus,” Melon Flower said pulling back the hoods of the other figures revealing Cyril and Anthony, the two of them bound in shackles around their wrists

The dark elf smirked for a minute seeing the faces of the two men she had been eager to bed before putting her poker face back on.

“And what of their companions? Mikhaela and the two elven waifs?” Ravutha asked.

“Dealt with. I slipped into their quarters and slit their throats while they slept,” Melon Flower said, “I even used the knife of that flat-chested elf to do it.”

Cyril and Anthony winced mournfully at the comment. Ravutha noticed this response from the mage and prince but was a little skeptical.

“You killed them? We don’t usually have you do that and making such a move,” Ravutha said, “I can’t really take your word for it as you are a thief, after all.”

“You require proof, my lady. Here it is,” Melon Flower said, presenting her with one of Levine’s knives. 

Placing the crystal in the hands of Gargloth, Ravutha took the knife and removed it from the sheath. The silver blade was tarnished by blood much to Ravutha’s surprise. She held the blade examining it before licking some of the blood from it. Cyril showed some disgust by the display. After seeming to contemplate the taste, Ravutha showed a smirk of satisfaction.

“Light Elf blood along with a mix of human. This was definitely from them,” Ravutha said, handing Gargloth the knife, “Too bad. I was looking forward to that wench Mikhaela watching my rise to glory and then killing her myself but I will have to settle for having tasted her freshly spilled blood.”

“You monstrous witch!” Cyril said.

Ravutha turned to the brown haired wizard with a triumphant smile, “Cyril, my dear. Don’t be so sad. You should’ve known that with Mikhaela carrying around something like the Dragon’s Blood Ruby would’ve led to her death.”

Cyril still showed an angered expression on his face as he looked at her. Ravutha wasn’t phased at all by his glare.

“Now, given what you did to me last time, I’m still a bit cross with you. So you’re going to have to learn not to treat your mistress in such a way,” Ravutha said, “You’ll be staying in the dungeon for about a few months or a year depending on if you behave and are willing to submit to me.”

Ravutha turned to Anthony who’s eyes where almost glued to her body. While her bust wasn’t on the same level as Mikhaela’s, her tits were still rather tantalizing and the rest of her body looked like it made up for it. Her wardrobe choice certainly hinted at this. Ravutha was currently dressed in a tight, black gown with flowing transparent sleeves and a neckline that almost went down to her crotch. The revealing dress was more than enough to stimulate the breast fanatical prince. He was almost salivating and his pants were developing a prominent bulge from his groin. Ravutha herself was fairly enamored with the prince. He was quite handsome and she didn’t always get the chance to dine on royalty. She managed to keep her cool a bit better than the prince and put on a sexy heir as she directed her attention on him.

“You must be Prince Anthony von Callister, heir of the Callister throne. I’m Ravutha,” She said coming up close to him, “You don’t seem nearly as distraught about your companions as the wizard boy seems to be.”

Prince Anthony attempted to gain his own control back, “Well, I do feel sorrow for their loss but I can’t help feeling some other emotions at the moment in the presence of such a ravishing beauty. I’ve never met another dark elf but they probably couldn’t compare to a sexy goddess like yourself.”

Ravutha smiled at the compliment and pressed herself against his chest, causing Anthony’s crotch to tighten even more. Cyril sighed with a hint of disgust and exasperation at the scene. Gargloth stepped up to break up the moment.

“Mistress, what would you like done with these three?” the gremlin asked.

“The Fairy can go back to her cage and Cyril should be brought to the dungeon as well,” Ravutha said.

Goblin guards took Cyril’s chains and a guard poked Melon Flower with a spear.

“Ow!”

“Oi, Fairy! go back to your normal size!” He said, “We’ve got a cage for you!”

He said bringing out a small bird cage.

“Uh, but Mistress, I did what you asked,” Melon Flower said.

“Did Lazurai tell you you’d be set free after this?” The Sorceress said, “You’ll be free when I have no further use for you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Melon Flower said defeatedly, returning to her nine inch height, sprouting her wings, and flew into her cage which was carried off by a goblin guard following Cyril.

“And what of the human prince?” Gargloth said, “And these trophies?”

“The ruby shall be coming with me to my room. The knife can go to the trophy room,” Ravutha said, taking the ruby from Gargloth, “As for the prince, I’ll be taking him with me. I could use a little snack.”

She grasped Anthony’s chains and dragged him along, both gaining lustful smiles toward each other. With that the guards returned to their Stations. During this event, Two guards remained at a back entrance behind the castle. One of them thought he saw something flash between the shadows.

“Oi, Did you see that?” He asked his compatriot.

“See what?” The other replied.

“There in the woods,” He restated, “Did you see anything?”

“I don’t see nothing. I can barely see anything,” He said bored, “Being backdoor guard duty is so boring. Nothing happens.”

Unnoticed by the guards, a small figure flew over sprinkling something over them. The first guard noticed it slightly.

“Hey, did you...did *yawn* you see that?” He asked again suddenly starting to feel a little drowsy.

“I’m telling y...you *yawn* You’re being paranoid,” the second guard said, “It was *yawn* probably just a...a...bird.”

Their eyelids started to feel heavy and droop.

“Hey, do you feel....tired?” the first asked.

“Yeah, maybe...maybe we should...rest our eyes,” The second yawned.

“But....but...what about....*yawn* our guard...duty,” The first said just barely hanging on to a tiny bit of consciousness.

“It’s not like anything’s gonna...gonna...*yawn* happen,” He reasoned just barely awake himself, “We can take a little....nap....”

The first guard didn’t hear the reply as he was already asleep and his friend followed soon after, both unconscious against the sides of the door. Three figures slid past the two guards, swiping their keys and entering into the back entrance leading to something of a kitchen or pantry. One of the figures removed their hood revealing Cyril.

“Wow, that delusion dust worked pretty well,” He said to Melon Flower who sat down on his shoulder, “How is it made?” 

“Is it really the time to be asking that right now?” Levine said pulling back her hood.

“Sorry,” Cyril said apologetically.

“So where do we go now, Melon Flower?” Levine asked.

“Well, we’re in the kitchen on the first level,” She said, “If I recall correctly, the treasure vault should be on the second level in the east wing. That’s where it was-”

“Treasure Vault? This better not be some scheme,” Levine said.

“What does that mean?” Melon Flower said standing on Cyril’s shoulder.

“We came here to get your phylactery and free you from their control,” Levine said, “We’re not here to be your accomplices in a heist.”

“You’re awfully quick to assume hidden motives for someone who hides themselves by binding,” Melon Flower shot back.

Levine blushed, covered her chest, and shot a glare at Melon Flower. Cyril decided to step in.

“Levine, calm down,” Cyril said before turning his attention to Melon Flower, “Melon Flower, why are we going to the treasure vault?”

“When I first came here and tried to steal some money from Ravutha, I found more than just cash in the vault,” She answered, “I found a shelf containing various artifacts. Some of them were old weapons and armor with battle damage on them, some were magical items of great power, while a few were items that seemed to possess more magic than was necessary for a magic item.”

“Hmm, a prominent sign of a phylactery. So, the vault is also a trophy room, containing tools of Ravutha’s fallen opponents and a few phylacteries of her prisoners,” Cyril deduces.

“Exactly,” Melon Flower said.

“Ok, well, I suppose we should go to the vault then,” Levine said, “But this better not be some trick or your wings are gonna be clipped.”

When Levine had her back turned, Melon Flower stuck out her tongue for a second. Levine went to grab one of her knives and winced when she grabbed the knife.

“Levine, are you alright?” Cyril asked concerned.

“I’m fine. My hand just aches a little,” Levine said, “The spell Lady Uahna used to heal me, herself, and Mikhaela restored our flesh but still leaves the ache for the damaged skin.”

“It was necessary to make Ravutha believe Melon Flower had killed you. That way she wouldn’t be suspecting us to pull this particular diversion,” Cyril said.

“I’m still weary about this plan of your’s,” Levine said, arming herself and peeking out into the hallway, “Sending Lady Uahna, Mikhaela, and Anthony to the front while we sneak through the back? Seems a little risky.”

With the coast seeming clear, Levine gestured for Melon Flower to lead them on down the hallway. Levine continued her discussion with the young wizard.

“I mean sending them to the front in disguises and how do you know that Ravutha will act how you expect her to?”

“Call it an educated guess, Levine,” Cyril said while sneakily running, “If Ravutha believes everything is settled with ‘Me’ and Anthony captured and Mikhaela, Uahna, and yourself slain, Her guard will be dropped and won’t be expecting anything.”

“Why send Mikhaela and Lady Uahna in under a shapeshifting spell?” She asked, “Why not go yourself with Melon Flower?”

“We need Melon Flower to guide us to her phylactery and I don’t think Mikhaela or Uahna will trust her,” Cyril said.

“I don’t trust her,” Levine whispered back, “What if she’s just leading us into another trap or how do we know she’s not just going to turn her back on us as soon as she gets her phylactery back?”

“In truth we don’t but given her low magical power and the fact that she seemed to be telling the truth is enough for me,” Cyril replied, “Besides, we have at least a few back up plans in case something were to happen.”

“Guys! Slow down, we’ve got guards ahead,” Melon Flower warned, “Around the next corner.”

Cyril and Levine stopped running and slowed to a stealthy walk. They peeked around the next corner to see two male goblins dressed in armor and wielding spears.

“Hmm, two of them. I could possibly take them down but if one of them actually manages to get away-,” Levine started analyzing the situation to take the proper course of action when Melon Flower flew past her.

“Leave it to me,” Melon Flower said before she blew some delusion dust in the direction of the two guards.

As the guards started to sneeze and cough from the dust, Melon Flower’s hands flashed in a magenta form and the guards flashed with a magenta aura for a brief second. As their coughing spat died down, the two guards started to turn their heads. Levine went for her swords, preparing for the guards to attack them when the two guards stopped in their turn and stared at their partner. After a short pause, the two guards embraced and began to deeply kiss one another. Cyril and Levine were shocked and rather disgusted by the display. Not that either of them were homophobic, but the prospect of two, rather ugly goblins making out in front of them was not a pleasant sight. Melon Flower urged them to move forward and after tiptoeing around the goblin guards, they continued onwards. 

“Melon Flower, what-what exactly just happened?” Cyril asked.

“Heeheehee, I just used a little delusion dust and cast Heart’s Mate,” Melon Flower explained.

“I see, you used an illusion spell to make them think the other was their ideal partner and the delusion dust just makes the illusion stronger,” Cyril said, “Clever.”

Melon Flower smirked at the praise.

“So...what happens when they try to insert into the other?” Levine asked.

Asking this caused the trio to stop in their tracks and the thought brought a rather unpleasant image to their minds.

“Let’s not think about that,” Cyril said, “Let’s keep moving.”

“Yeah,” agreed the two women and they continued.

“Cyril, there was something else that was bothering me,” Levine said, “What about Prince Anthony as the main distraction for Ravutha?”

“Why do you ask? You worried about him?” Cyril asked.

“Of course not, but why send him up there?” Levine queried.

“Well, given my first encounter with Ravutha and the fact that she sent goblins to bring Prince Anthony and myself to her during our encounter outside Aguila,” Cyril hypothesized, “We can assume that she’s interested in him and if I were to perhaps say something to offend her, she would probably take him back to her room to feed.”

“Feed?”

“Uh-huh, Ravutha used the energy drain ritual on me when we first met,” Cyril said, “She has an interest in fresh meat, so to speak.”

“The energy drain ritual? That dark magic spell has been known to kill people,” Levine said, “Shouldn’t we be worried that the prince could die?”

“Well, he seems to have quite a lot of vitality given that fact of his harem before joining us,” Cyril said, “So maybe his life force will be abundant enough to the point where the drain won’t kill him.”

“And what if it’s not?”

“Just think of this as a time table of trying to get Melon Flower’s phylactery before she can drain him fully,” Cyril said considering his responsibility to the prince’s safety, “Let’s not waste any time.”

Meanwhile in another part of the fortress, Prince Anthony was being guided to Ravutha’s Quarters by the dark elf mistress herself and a couple of goblin guards.  The room was nicely furnished with a large bed, a nightstand on each side, and a shelf of various items. Ravutha turned to her guards.

“I can handle the prince myself. Away with you,” Ravutha commanded and her guards left the room.

With her guards gone, Ravutha made sure the close the door and lock it. With her back turned to him, Prince Anthony took his chance and gave the dark elf sorceress a goose to her round rump. Ravutha jolted upright in surprise as she looked back at the prince with a pleased smile on his face. Ravutha smirked at him as well.

“You naughty, naughty boy,” Ravutha said coming up to him, “Goosing a girl when her back’s turned.”

“What better time is there to do that?” Prince Anthony asked.

Ravutha smirked and gave his chains a tug, “Well, I may have to teach you a little restraint.”

She playfully guided him to her bed and lay him across the mattress. She climbed on top of him and leaned forward. Anthony assumed she was going to let him rub his face in her cleavage given the closeness of her breasts to his face. Instead however, she placed his shackles on a hook over the headboard of the bed. The prince was confused and not accustom to this treatment.

“Uh, my lady, What are you doing?” Anthony asked.

“Keeping you restrained for this,” Ravutha said, undoing her gown and releasing her breasts.

Anthony’s eyes went wide at the sight of those released mounds and he tugged as his shackles in a desire to grab them. Of course, the shackles were hampering this lustful wish. He attempted to stretch with his tongue and head towards her breasts but this still proved futile. Ravutha smirked to see the prince so hungry for her and felt another sign of lustful desire throbbing against her backside. She licked her lips as she desired him as well.

“Let’s take a look at your royal scepter, shall we?” Ravutha said getting off the prince’s abdomen and going for his trousers.

She removed his pants, exposing his hard prick to the world or at least her bedroom. Though perhaps not the biggest cock she’d had, it was still fairly large and slim. She grasped it,feeling it throb in her hand. Ravutha leaned forward and kissed the tip. Prince Anthony felt a tingle surge through his body but he really didn’t pay much mind to it as it was directly followed by Ravutha consuming his cock and sucking on it hard. He began moaning from the the blowjob. 

“Aaaahh, Oh man~” He moaned, “This is even better than Uahna’s or the services of my harem! You’re amazing!”

Ravutha smirked at the prince’s exclamation of his pleasure. She continued to suck him off, licking the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Her mouth tightened around his shaft, applying an amount of pressure mixed the the caress of her lips. Anthony moaned at the pleasure. Though a blowjob wasn’t a new sensation to him, it was the first time he’d received one from a dark elf. He was slightly curious why they had such a bad rep. Ravutha finally removed her mouth from his cock with a pop.

“I think that should be good and lubricated,” She said, “Just enough for this.”

Saying this, she squeezed her breasts together and slid Prince Anthony’s erection between her cleavage. The human prince moaned as he felt his shaft squeezed between her large, round, blue melons. She of course continued this pleasing pressure by raising her elven mammaries up and down his cock. She ground and rubbed her tits against his prick, causing the royal cock to be buffeted by those luscious love pillows. The dark elf squeezed and caressed the young man’s penis vigorously. The prince had this kind of attention given to this cock before but it felt a little better for some reason and he starting to feel all too eager to reward the sexy sorceress for her work. 

Ravutha read Anthony’s expression and noted his near orgasmic face. She decided to help the process by placing her mouth on the shaft and sucking on it while she continued her barrage of boobage. This was enough to finally trigger the overexcited prince’s climax as he deposited his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his heated shot. However, for some reason, Ravutha’s titfuck-blowjob seemed to have an odd effect he noticed. He felt slightly winded, like he had just had a fencing bout but far more pleasurable. After Anthony’s stream of cum finally subsided, Ravutha removed her mouth and breasts from the prince’s prick. She left the cock spit clean and swallowed the last bit of his shot. Anthony noticed a small trickle of cum moving down the right of her face before dropping on to her breasts.

“Mmm, quite delicious. As to be expected from a healthy young man of royal blood. Such stamina as well,” Ravutha said, seeing Anthony’s appendage still standing erect.

“Now it’s time for the main course!” Ravutha said, mounting Anthony and beginning to ride his cock.

She raised her hips up and down his shaft, her pussy rising and falling. Every time she went down, her pussy lips kissed the base of his shaft. Anthony moaned with pleasure as he felt his cock squeezed by the walls of the sexy sorceress’s vagina. Ravutha moaned along with him as she rode his cock like a steed, her body shaking with every bounce. Anthony however remained focused on her large breasts which shook about freely in front of him with her perky pink nipples dancing along with them. He attempted to lean forward and tugged at his chains but found himself still unable reach her bosom. It was almost torture to be like this, the best kind of torture he knew. 

“Oh, Lady Ravutha! Your pussy is so tight!” Prince Anthony moaned, “It’s wonderful!”

“Mmm, your cock feels just as good inside me. Aaah~!” Ravutha replied.

She continued to ride his cock, each rhythmic ride becoming faster and harder with each bounce. Her pussy secreting some of it’s own juices on to Prince Anthony’s cock making it more lubricated and allowing her to ride him faster. Her crotch slapping against his when she went down causing her body shake more and more. She looked at the prince seeing the lustful anguish in his face. In some strange bit of mercy, the sinister sexy sorceress leaned forward and pressed her body to his. Her large breasts rubbing against his chest with each bump and grind of her pelvic ride. 

Anthony was glad to finally feel her bosom in some way but it only made him hornier. He still wished to feel her breasts in his hands but this was good for now to him. The young prince could feel himself getting close to the climax as he felt Ravutha’s smooth soft skin rub against him while her twat squeezed and lubed his shaft. The walls of her pussy gripping him tighter than a clenched fist yet still having a good amount of give to it. He wasn’t sure if this was a trait possessed by all dark elvish women or if it was solely Ravutha who was just this good. Whatever the reason, Anthony didn’t care especially since he could feel himself getting closer to cumming.

He could feel the orgasm coming soon. His shackled hands clenched into fists and tugged on the chains a bit more. His face contorted from the pleasure and his mouth emitted panting moans. His cock twitched and wriggled a bit in the dark dame’s cooch. Ravutha picked up on these signs and was hungry for it herself. 

“Give it to me, Anthony! Cum for me! Cum for me, baby!” Ravutha sexually demanded.

Anthony didn’t need any more encouragement as he finally released his seed. His tip shot forth a hot eruption of cum that painted her vagina. Anthony and Ravutha cried simultaneously from the prince’s climaxing cumshot.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!” They cried.

After this cumming died down, Anthony felt a strange draining effect once more. This time it felt even more draining, like he’d been through a very tense fight yet still feeling a euphoric high. Ravutha on the other hand seemed far more energetic and vibrant. She removed herself from the prince’s pecker, exposing it to be coated with cum much like her own pussy. Ravutha ran her fingers along her vaginal lips, collecting some of the prince’s juices, and licked them of the cum. She purred from the taste and texture of the cum.

“Mmmm~, even better than your last shot and certainly containing such energy,” She said, “And look, you have some on you.”

She pointed towards Anthony’s cock now slightly softened and still coated with cum. 

“Don’t want to waste it,” Ravutha said, placing her mouth on Prince Anthony’s cock once again.

She her tongue swirled and whipped around the penis in her mouth, lapping up the cum and caressing it as well. Prince Anthony groaned pleasingly from the oral attention he was receiving. However as he did, he couldn’t help getting aroused again. Ravutha removed her mouth from his cock and moaned from pleasure once again getting a taste of his peck. Of course, she noticed his suddenly revitalized rod. She smiled sinisterly.

“So much energy even after cumming twice in a row. Why don’t we see how long you can hold out,” Ravutha said starting to give him head once again.