Lair of the Emerald Enchantress

This is a story about a man named Colin who wished for a magical cock. If you want to learn how his tale began, read my story titled "Wish Come True". You can enjoy this story on its own, but you might appreciate the background and context.

*****

Colin crouched in the shadows, trying to remain still and silent. He was hidden under a crate with sides made from loose slats. He could see through the gaps in the slats, and he knew someone could see him if he drew attention to himself. He felt his legs starting to fall asleep, and worried that he wouldn't be able to move quickly when the time came. He adjusted his position and winced as he heard the crate scrape on the cobblestones of the alleyway.

Colin held his breath and looked to see if the woman he had been watching had noticed him. She seemed to be looking up and down the alley nervously, but didn't pay any attention to the spot where he was hidden. Colin let his breath out.

The woman was dressed in leggings and a sleeveless hooded top that laced up the front. Her clothes were tightly fitted and made from a dark grey material. She was thin and lithe, with muscular legs and clearly defined shoulders. Colin thought she had the physique of a runner or a gymnast. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail.

Colin was sure this was the agent the Thieves' Guild had sent. The canvas bag she wore across her body hung loosely, and Colin was sure it was empty. He told himself he just needed to be patient, and resisted the urge to fidget.

Colin's legs felt like they were starting to cramp by the time the woman was joined in the alleyway. A short man in red and black robes wearing a round hat exploding with feathers strode in from the street. The two talked quietly together with their backs to Colin. They started to walk as they talked, and Colin lost sight of them past the crate next to the one that was hiding him.

Colin cursed to himself quietly. He wasn't particularly skilled at sneaking, and he was sure an agent of the Thieves Guild could escape into the night faster than he could catch her. He also wasn't eager to surprise the mage who had been sent by the Collegium. He only had one special skill, and it wouldn't work on the mage.

Colin considered abandoning his plan, but only briefly. He steadied himself, lifted the crate the smallest amount that would let him slip from underneath it, and set it back down next to himself as gently as he could manage. He started to slip around the other crate, but shot back when he saw the thief and the mage walking back his way. His heart pounded so loudly he wondered if they could hear it.

The mage walked back to the street he had come from. The thief tightened the strap on her bag and put one hand and one foot onto the stone wall next to her. Colin quickly glanced towards the street, hoping the mage was gone but knowing he didn't have time to check.

"Hey!" Colin said in a sharp but quiet voice as he burst from his hiding spot. She had taken one vertical step up the wall, but dropped back down at the noise. A small dagger materialized in her hand with a motion too fast for Colin to follow.

Colin fumbled with the waistband of his pants. The woman let out a cry of alarm and gracefully slid around him. She pinned one arm painfully behind his back and held the point of her dagger to his throat.

Colin felt he was out of time and out of tricks. He opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him with a slight pressure from the tip of her dagger. The woman pulled him sharply back to see what he was holding in his free hand. Colin let out a relieved breath.

Colin had pulled out his cock and was holding it in front of him. He was aroused by danger and excitement, and was semi-hard already. He waited a second to be sure she had seen it, then he turned to face her, breaking free from her loosening grip.

"Okay, here's what you're going to..." Colin started.

"Is everything alright!" the mage shouted in a shrill voice behind Colin.

"Get rid of him, then you can have this," Colin whispered at her as he waved his cock.

"It's all right," the woman stepped to the side of Colin and grabbed his growing erection as she addressed the mage. Her dagger had disappeared, although Colin had not seen her put it away and had no idea where it had gone.

"This is an old friend of mine," she continued, squeezing Colin's cock gently. "He startled me a bit. That's all."

Colin wanted to listen carefully for an indication that the wizard was leaving, but he found himself unable to concentrate on anything except for the soft hand stroking his cock.

"You're sure?" The mage's voice was suspicious.

"I don't mean to be rude," the thief responded, "but my friend and I have business that doesn't concern you. You have your payment, it would be best if you were on your way." She started stroking more intensely, and Colin thought the movement of her shoulder must be obvious to the mage.

"Okay, well... alright," the mage said.

When the thief's gaze moved from the street behind Colin to his eyes, Colin figured the mage must have left. Colin gestured down the alley and farther from the street, and she gave him a nod in return. She led him by his erection back behind the crates and mostly out of view from the street. She threw her bag down and spun around to lean against the wall.

Colin untied the bow in the laces on her shirt. She pulled off her boots as he loosened her top and then pulled it over her head. The garment dropped to the ground with a hard thunk that Colin thought must have come from her hidden dagger. Her breasts were small and hard, and Colin thought they suited her athletic build perfectly. Her nipples stood high off of her chest, and Colin leaned down to gently bite one as he helped her wiggle out of her tight pants.

Colin pinned her against the wall, and she wrapped one leg around him. He pushed his cock into her, and she cried out. He held onto her hips for leverage and pumped in and out of her. She let out loud moaning gasps. Colin stopped to look towards the street, nervous that her cries might attract attention.

She grabbed his face roughly and turned it to face her. "I don't give a shit if anyone hears," she growled at him. "I need you to fuck me like you mean it."

Colin grinned. He turned her so her back was against one of the crates. She put her arms on the crate behind herself to hold her body up as he picked up her legs and started to fuck her fast and hard. He was impressed with her strength, as she was holding up almost all of her own weight. He was also impressed with how tight she was. He didn't think he would last long.

"Are you ready to make me cum?" Colin asked. She let out loud panting gasps that sounded something like an affirmative reply to him. "Where do you want it?"

She bit her lip and looked down to his cock thrusting in and out of her. Her cries turned into whimpering moans.

"Don't tell me you're shy all of sudden. If you want me to cum in your mouth, just tell me."

She nodded slightly. "I want it."

Colin thrust hard into her and stopped. "You want what? Let me hear you say it."

She wrapped her legs around him for leverage and started bucking her hips. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Just like a..." Colin left the thought incomplete. She looked at him with her brows knitted.

"What kind of girl fucks a man she just met in a dirty alley, then begs him to cum in her mouth?" He shifted his grip to her ass, pulled her onto his cock, and held her there firmly. "Answer me, and then I'll get back to fucking you."

"Like a whore! I want you to fuck me and cum in my mouth like a filthy gutter slut!" She yelled loudly enough that Colin was sure someone out on the street must have heard.

"Okay. So here's the deal. You give me the bag, and I'll give you that mouthful of cum you want so badly." He relaxed his hold and started thrusting inside her again.

"What?!? No! I'm letting you fuck me. That should be enough for you." She was outraged as she used her legs to pull him deeper into her with each stroke.

"Have it your way." Colin pulled her legs off of him and let her go. She collapsed onto the cobblestones as he started to pull up his pants.

"You can't leave! We're not finished!" Her eyes were points of fire.

Colin stopped with his pants halfway up and stared at her. He raised one eyebrow as he waited for her to continue.

"Fine!" She growled at him, "you can have it!"

Colin smirked at her before he dropped to his knees. He picked her ass up from the ground and impaled her on his cock again. He found that he enjoyed her loud cries, even if he was concerned that they might be interrupted.

Colin pulled his cock out of her and dropped her to the ground. He tried to move up to her face as quickly as he could, but a spurt of thick white cum landed across her chin and her torso before he put his cock in her mouth. She panted and moaned as he filled her mouth, then dropped her head to the ground contentedly.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you." Colin pulled up his pants, grabbed the thief's bag, and hurried out of the alley.

*****

Colin traveled to a run down neighborhood in the city of Drake's Landing and found a man named Lem in a dark corner of a tavern called The Raven. Lem was a disheveled bald man at the far end of middle age. Colin opened his bag to show Lem a gold rod the thickness of his wrist and the length of his forearm. It flared at one end into the likeness of a lion, its mouth open in a roar. He closed his bag and sat down next to Lem.

"I got it for you. That's five-thousand crowns. I don't see a bag full of money here. How are you paying?"

"Wait just a minute," Lem said, his hands raised defensively. He held up two fingers to a barmaid who had made eye contact. "I said it's worth five-thousand. I didn't say I had five-thousand for you."

"You what? You fucking weasel..." Colin spat at him.

"Calm down, young buck. You'll get your money. My client just wants to meet with you directly."

"Fucking slime. I'll gut you like a fish..." Colin cut himself short as the barmaid walked over and set two mugs of ale before them.

"Easy, killer. This guy wanted you specifically. He's a good guy and we're both going to walk away rich."

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now," Colin spat.

Lem laughed in his face. "You're no mad dog. I wouldn't have wasted my time with you if you were. The client's name is Palin. He's Lord Mosel's beastkeeper. You see him and get paid, and I'll take care of you on the next job like I took care of you on the last one and the one before."

Colin ground his teeth. He shook with rage. He let out a low, throaty, "fuck!"

Lem took it as a capitulation and calmly sipped his ale. "You're such a drama queen. Go get your money and you can thank me later."

*****

Colin found Palin in the stables of Lord Mosel's estate. Palin was tall, broad-shouldered, and rugged despite his advancing years. His hair and beard were white, and his eyes had a permanent squint.

"That's the rod I was looking for alright. I've got the money for you, but I don't keep it with me while I'm mucking out the stables. If you come with me we can make the exchange."

Colin grumbled, but ultimately followed Palin to a mausoleum on the estate. He followed the light of Palin's dim torch down a flight of stairs and jumped as a door slammed shut behind him. Strong arms grabbed him and pinned his arms behind his back.

"It was an impressive piece of work, stealing this from the Thieves' Guild." Palin said as he pulled the lion-headed rod from Colin's bag. "How did you do it?"

"Trade secret. None of your fucking business," Colin growled through clenched teeth.

"I saw you with that young woman from the Thieves' Guild. She couldn't say no to you. I need to know how you did it."

"What can I say, I'm a hell of a guy." Colin thought for a second before adding, "how did you see us? There was nobody else in that alley."

Palin laughed deeply from his chest. "Before you were born, I was a Boundary Warden. Don't think I'm feeble just because I'm old."

Colin sighed. The Boundary Wardens were an organization supported by the Five Kingdoms but independent from any of the kingdoms. They patrolled the wild areas beyond civilization, protecting citizens from dangers that dwelled beyond the edges of the map. If Palin really was a Warden he would be formidable, even in his old age.

"So tell me, how did you do it?" Palin repeated his question.

"It's just what I do," Colin replied.

"Of course, but how? There was no potion or powder. You didn't cast a spell. I couldn't see any wand or magical object."

"It's not like that." Colin was disarmed by Palin's calm tone. "I have a power. I made a wish, and now I can do... that."

"So it's true." Palin's eyes sparked when Colin met them. "You're the Dragonslayer's brother. The rumors have been coming in, but I didn't want to believe the boy with the wish and the boy with the magic cock were the same person.

"So tell me," Palin continued, "if you could have wished for anything, why this? Why not wish your brother back to life? Why not wish for an end to the famine in the southern reaches?"

Colin shrugged. "I didn't get to choose. I wouldn't have wished for this, but it's apparently what I wanted, somewhere deep down."

Palin closed in, his face close to Colin's. He examined Colin's eyes closely, suspiciously. It was a short time before he started laughing. He gestured to the man holding Colin, and Colin felt his arms being released.

Colin rubbed his wrists. He looked back to see a large blonde man with a square jaw behind him.

"Don't worry, Flint. He's alright." Palin said to the blonde man before turning back to Colin. "Okay, fair enough. So, do you know what you're here for?"

"I'm here for five-thousand crowns," Colin replied suspiciously.

"Yes, but... do you know why I wanted you?" Seeing Colin's blank look he added, "I asked for you specifically because I had heard the rumors."

Colin swallowed hard. "I didn't know there were rumors. I would have been long gone if I had known."

Palin waved his concerns away. "Maybe you didn't ask for this ability, but now that you have it there are things you're uniquely suited for. We need you to do the right thing.

"There's an enchantress just outside of town who's been stealing and killing. She charms men, keeps them as slaves, takes their wealth, has them kill for her. That sort of thing. Someone needs to stop her, and you're better equipped than any other man."

"No problem. You just let me go, and I'll get back to you about 'doing the right thing' before you know it."

Palin stared at him with hard eyes until Colin wanted to turn away. "That's how I know you're our man. You could have tried to lie convincingly, but you didn't because you want me to talk you into this.

"Let me ask you," he continued when Colin remained silent, "why did your brother face down that dragon?"

"You'd have to ask him," Colin shot back. After a pause he added, "he wanted to restore our family's title and lands," without knowing why he was being so honest.

"Horseshit," Palin shot back. "You buy land and title, you don't fight a dragon for them. He knew it was suicide when he strapped on his sword belt. If you ask me, he wanted to be a hero. He wanted people to remember that he stood and fought when he was called on."

"Well," Colin countered venomously, "you're lucky nobody asked you. I came here for money, not for an ignorant guess at who my brother was. If you're not going to pay me I'll leave, but I'll thank you to shut the fuck up about my family."

Palin made a gesture with one hand. Colin heard a clank as Flint dropped a heavy bag on a marble altar on one side of the mausoleum.

"I don't have the full five. Not right now. That's two, and you'll have the other three when the enchantress is dealt with. If you don't take care of her we'll find someone else, but it might be a long time before we can find someone else who stands a chance against her."

Colin ground his teeth and seethed. He looked back and forth between Palin and Flint. Finally he let out a low growl. "Fine! I'll take care of your enchantress, but I want payment in full once I do."

*****

Palin led Colin and Flint through the woods outside of Drake's Landing. The trails were too narrow for a horse, so they traveled on foot.

Colin wore a shortsword on his belt. He had little training at swordplay, and hoped he wouldn't need to use it. Palin carried a longsword with a well-worn wrapping on its handle and a clean scabbard. Flint wore a four-foot-long hammer across his back and carried the lion-headed rod on his belt.

They had walked for several hours when Palin held up a hand to stop them. He pointed into the trees and motioned to Flint. Colin squinted, but he couldn't see anything. Flint crouched low and slunk into the overgrowth on the side of the trail.

"Hey assholes! Over here!" Palin threw a stone into the woods ahead of them, and then another.

"What the fuck are you..." Colin started, cutting himself off as an arrow flew past them. He dove into the overgrowth on the side of the trail, yelling at Palin. "Wait! Stop! Don't!"

Palin gracefully ducked behind a stout tree. He leaned around it twice to throw two more stones. Colin heard a pained grunt as one of the stones hit a man.

Colin could hear heavy footfalls crashing through the woods, and then falling on the trail. He looked up as he crawled backwards into the woods, and he saw two men running towards him. They were both wearing finely made clothes covered in embroidery, but both of their outfits were disheveled, tattered, and filthy. They both brandished swords.

Colin heard a loud grunt and saw the man in the back double over. Flint materialized from the woods beside the trail, one hand holding the lion-headed rod that he was pulling back from the man's midsection. He followed up with a blow to the back of the man's head that was restrained but not entirely gentle. As the man collapsed to the ground, Colin was sure he saw a trail of blue sparks fly from the point where the rod contacted his head.

The second man spun to face Flint. Quicker than Colin would have believed possible, Palin rushed from his hiding spot and grabbed the man, holding his arms pinned back. The man only struggled in Palin's arms for a second before Flint tapped him on the head with the lion-headed rod. It seemed to Colin that Flint touched him gently, but the man collapsed in Palin's arms and a shower of blue sparks erupted from his head.

"What did you do that for!" Collin yelled over the pounding of his own heart. "They could have taken me back to the enchantress! How are we going to find her now!"

Palin and Flint looked at one another as Palin gently lowered the man to the ground. "Finding her isn't the hard part," Palin said, "she's not hidden. These men were only here because we're close to her lair."

"Oh." Colin tried to work through his confusion. "So, if people know where she is, why hasn't anyone done anything about her yet?"

"Because," Palin explained slowly and patiently, as if he was talking to a child, "any man who goes up against her comes under her spell. She enchants men to do her bidding. That's what happened to them," he said, gesturing to the unconscious men on the ground.

"Well then," Colin continued, bristling at Palin's tone and feeling ashamed of his own ignorance, "what about women? If men can't resist her, why not send women to stop her."

"Because," Palin said patiently, "she has a cohort of men she's charmed. We would need a fighting force of all women, and none exists in Drake's Landing. That's why we need you - you can charm her like she charms men. You can make her release the men she's holding and submit herself to justice."

"Fuck," Colin said to himself in a barely audible tone.

They only had to walk a short way longer before they emerged from the woods to a cliff face. Colin spotted the lair of the enchantress immediately.

There was an outcropping overhanging a section of the cliff face. An ornate wood stove had been placed in the shelter of this outcropping, and a tidy stack of cut wood sat next to it. The roughly cut end of a chimney pipe protruded from the top of the stove, and Colin was sure it had been inside of some richly appointed home until recently. Next to the stove was a long table with several copper pots and bowls laid out on it.

To the side of the stove, two silk tapestries hung on the cliff face. They were finely made, but stained and tattered from exposure to the elements. One depicted a scene of a woman in white riding a unicorn through a wooded glen, with all manner of forest animals watching them from a respectful distance. The other depicted Liara, the sage-queen of legend, her eyes pure white in the trance of prophecy and her whole body wreathed in flame. The slight gap between the tapestries revealed torchlight flickering in a passage into the cliff.

"This is as far as we go," Palin said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Colin swallowed hard. "You mean I'm supposed to go in there alone?"

"We'd be no good to you," Palin said, shaking his head. "And it would be a disaster if she got her hands on the rod. Then we'd have nothing to use against her."

Colin nodded slowly. He unfastened his sword belt and dropped it in before he walked hesitatingly to the gap in the tapestries. The passage he stepped into was cut roughly from the stone, with sections that looked like the natural rock face. It was lit at regular intervals with torches held in sconces. The passageway zig-zagged right and then left after a short way.

Colin crept up to the turn in the passage. When he ventured a glance, he saw a chamber richly appointed with paintings and statues. The floor was covered in overlapping rugs. There was a dais in the center of the room with a large gold throne on it. There was a faint grunting sound coming from somewhere towards the back of the room.

Colin crouched low and carefully picked his way through the maze of art in the chamber. As the back of the chamber came into view Colin saw that there was a canopy bed off to one side, and the other side of the room contained various bondage devices. There was also a torch-lit passage leading further into the rock.

A man was secured by his ankles and wrists to a device that looked like a large wooden X. He was completely naked with a gag in his mouth. There was a woman on her knees in front of him with flowing green hair and an emerald dress. She was holding a wooden bowl in one hand, and vigorously stroking the man's erect cock with her other.

The man locked eyes with Colin. He grunted louder into his gag and pulled against his restraints. Colin cursed quietly and rushed forward as the enchantress rose to her feet and turned to meet him. She dropped her bowl and made some gesture with her hands. A sound escaped her lips that didn't sound quite like any language Colin had ever heard. Her eyes flashed a brilliant green that seemed to draw Colin in. He froze where he was, his thumbs hooked around the waistband of his pants, and stared helplessly at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"You're no knight," the enchantress said in a soft, seductive voice. "You don't even have a weapon. Aren't you here to kill me?"

"No, mistress," Colin responded.

The enchantress frowned in confusion. She picked her bowl up from the ground. "I'll get to you in a minute, as soon as I'm finished over here."

The enchantress gently ran her fingertips across the bottom of the restrained man's cock. He whimpered into his gag, and his cock lifted itself. She held onto it and gave it a few strokes. She brought her hand to her mouth to lick it, and then spat into her palm. She reached back down and began to stroke the man's cock again. She quickly picked up speed and intensity. The man squirmed helplessly, and the enchantress smirked at him.

When the man came, the enchantress released his cock entirely, leaving it to twitch and dribble out a stream of white cum without fully releasing his stored up load. She held her bowl under his cock to catch it. When it stopped, she began to stroke his cock again. She coaxed out three dribbling ruined orgasms in a row, catching each in her bowl.

The enchantress placed the bowl on the wooden top of an unoccupied cage that came up to waist height. She wiped her hand in the hair on the restrained man's chest before she turned to Colin.

"The male essence," she explained, "is a powerful source of magic. Now then, if you're not here to kill me, what are you here for?"

"I came here to show you my cock," Colin answered.

The enchantress raised one eyebrow. She considered his answer for a few seconds before she said, "well then, show it to me."

Colin pushed his pants down and his erection sprang up, bobbing slightly. The enchantress bit her lip, and Colin found himself unable to tear his gaze from her ruby red mouth. She stepped up to him, took hold of his cock, and began to slowly stroke it.

"You came all this way just to give me your cock?" Colin nodded, and the enchantress slipped down to her knees. She regarded his cock carefully as she stroked and teased it. It twitched inches from her face. A drop of precum beaded up on the tip.

The enchantress licked her lips before she placed the head of Colin's cock in her mouth. She moaned with relish as she tasted his precum, and Colin groaned at the sensation of her tongue. She took it out of her mouth to lick up and down the shaft.

She held his cock in one hand and moved her mouth down around it without touching it with her lips or her tongue. She looked up at Colin, watching him squirm with anticipation at the feeling of her hot breath on his shaft. When she closed her lips around it Colin groaned and leaned forward into her.

The enchantress worked Colin's cock in small, gentle strokes. Her lips moved only a short distance up and down on the middle of his cock, but her tongue lithely ran up and down the bottom of his shaft. Colin bucked his hips in an unsuccessful effort to pump in and out of her mouth.

He lost all track of time, and it could have been minutes or hours before he finally came. The enchantress groaned with satisfaction, and Colin savored the vibrations her moan sent through his cock.

When he stopped twitching, she slowly pulled back until her lips left his cock. She admired it and carressed her throat and chest with one hand. She rolled his cum on her tongue and savored the taste and the sensation before she finally swallowed.

"That is some cock you've brought for me, slave," the enchantress said to Colin. "It has a type of magic I've never experienced before." She gently stroked his saliva-slick cock while she talked to him.

"I can't make full use of it while my own enchantment is on you, but once it wears off you can take his place," she tilted her head in the direction of the restrained man, who whimpered helplessly in response. "This could give me the power I need to leave this cave and take over the city properly."

Colin stared adoringly at her and nodded.

"Did you come alone, slave?" she asked. Colin shook his head.

"Do your friends have your same... gift that you do?" She looked at his cock as she asked him. Colin shook his head in response.

"Very well then," she said with a sigh, "bring your friends here to me. I may still be able to make use of them. Tell them whatever you have to so they lower their guard." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze, then pulled his pants back up.

Colin walked out of the chamber awkwardly, trying to look upon the enchantress until he was fully out of her sight. When he emerged from the tapestry-covered entrance to the lair he squinted in the sunlight. He walked towards the path, where Palin found him.

"Is it done?" Palin asked.

Colin nodded. "Yes. It's done. You can go in now." His voice was quiet and sounded distant.

"There wasn't any trouble?" Palin asked suspiciously.

Colin shook his head slowly, his expression serene.

"So this enchantress," Palin asked slowly, "what was she like?"

"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And she has a commanding presence that's feminine, but strong. I can see why so many men have chosen to follow her." A tear welled up in Colin's eye.

Palin looked over Colin's shoulder and nodded once. Colin was briefly aware of a blue shower of sparks to his side and something gold making hard contact with his skull before he lost consciousness.

*****

"Why the fuck do I have to deal with this bitch?" Colin was incandescent with rage. "What about the wizards? Shouldn't this be their job? They obviously know how to counteract her magic." Colin gestured to the lion-headed rod that sat on the altar of the mausoleum of Lord Mosel's estate.

"The Collegium could, but they won't. You already know that." Palin's arms were folded and his tone was gentle. "She's not a threat to them."

"What about the Thieves' Guild? They could poison her in her sleep."

"They won't either. They can make more money by rescuing captives one at a time for wealthy families. That's why they wanted that rod in the first place."

"What about the White Temple? Aren't they supposed to help the people who need them?"

"Maybe. But they don't have much of a presence in Drake's Landing. They only have acolytes and volunteers here who feed the hungry and run the orphanage. They don't have anyone here who can do Temple magic, much less a Templar. We could send for one, but don't count on a response unless you have some kind of connection in the Temple."

Colin looked down and ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully.

"Do you?" Palin asked, a tone of surprise in his voice.

"Maybe," Colin said in a considered tone.

"You had better not be thinking about using that thing," Palin pointed to Colin's crotch, "on a nun. It won't work, and if it does you'll burn for it."

"No, of course not." Colin was lost in thought and barely paid attention. He looked up at Palin, having come to a decision. "I'll need the rod."

"You think you're doing this without me, boy? Not a chance."

"And Lord Mosel's fastest horse," Colin said, ignoring his comment.

"What are you planning?" Palin demanded.

"You came to me." Colin jabbed the middle of Palin's chest with a finger. "And you haven't exactly been forthcoming with details yourself. If you want me to do the job, I'll need the rod and a fast horse."

Palin stared at Colin. He saw the resolve in Colin's eyes, and he eventually nodded.

"And the three thousand crowns you owe me when the job is done."

*****

"Please! She's my sister. She was sent to the White Temple after our parents died, and the priest in Starfall told me she's at this monastery," Colin lied.

"He shouldn't be talking about this place. We keep the locations of our monasteries secret for a reason," the large white-haired priest told him. His brows were furrowed, but Colin could tell from the look in his eyes that the man would give in with only a little bit more convincing.

"I feel awful about that, too. He wasn't going to tell me, only I helped save his collection box from brigands and I suppose he felt indebted." Colin wondered for a second if that lie was too much, but the priest looked like he bought it. "Please don't get him in trouble. He's a good man, and I swear I'll keep your secret. I want safety for my sister like you want it for the monastery."

"I suppose," the priest said with a sigh, "I can fetch the Master of Novices. He could tell you about your sister, but don't get your hopes up about speaking with her."

The white-haired priest left and Colin paced the vestibule at the entrance of the monastery. When he thought enough time had passed, he crept down the hallway after him.

Colin had discovered the monastery months earlier, but hadn't been inside. As he explored now he found it to be sparsely appointed with plain, rough-hewn wooden furniture. He thought there must be some potion or charm or artifact he could use against the enchantress somewhere in the building, but he saw no clue as to where he might look. The lack of security or caution made him start to doubt there was anything worth taking.

Colin heard voices coming his way and ducked into a side room. It seemed to be an office of some kind.

"I'm humbled by your confidence in me, but I'm not sure I'm ready." Colin thought he recognized the woman's voice.

"Nonsense! People train for years and never rise to your level of talent." The voice was kind, and sounded to Colin like it belonged to an old man. "You just think about it. I've got to see to this visitor Brother Mortimer just told me about."

Colin bit his lip thoughtfully. He crouched by the door until he saw a shadow pass. He slipped into the hallway and saw a woman with red hair walking away. She wore a white dress with gold embroidery that marked her as a White Temple nun. He admired the sway of her hips for a second before he called out in a harsh whisper.

"Kell!"

The woman turned around, and Colin was relieved to see that it really was the woman he knew. She froze for a second, her lip trembling.

"Colin?" Kell's voice broke and her eyes shimmered wetly.

"It's me." Colin walked up to her. "It's okay." He added gently.

Kell collapsed onto his chest. She held him tightly and rubbed her face into his shoulder.

Colin heard soft mumbling from somewhere behind him, and he ducked back into the office.

"There's nobody there," Colin heard an old man's voice say to Kell. "The young fellow must have taken off. I do hope he keeps his word and doesn't talk about us to anyone."

"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about, Father," Kell responded.

*****

Colin lay under the stars. He was near the edge of the woods in the field surrounding the monastery. He shot anxious glances towards the building until he finally saw Kell approach.

"Colin!" She threw her arms around him. "It's everything alright?" she asked as she pulled back.

"Everything is just perfect," he said as he regarded her. Her dress was not tightly fitted, but the swell of her breasts and the curves of her hips were evident. When they had met she didn't have such soft curves. Now her lips were fuller and redder, and her red hair seemed to shine in the light of the moon. Colin knew he somehow had the ability to make women more feminine and attractive. He wasn't sure how, but he thought it happened over time as they were exposed to his semen.

"Only... you're dressed. When we've met before you were always naked." She looked shyly into his eyes.

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I have this gift where women aren't able to resist my manhood. I didn't want to... you know..." He struggled to find the words.

"You mean..." She looked down. "You don't want me anymore?"

"No! Gods no!" He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head until she met his gaze again. "Of course I want you! Only I worried that..."

"Worried what?"

"I felt bad that I used my ability on you. I worried that once the charm wore off you wouldn't want anything to do with me. When I returned and couldn't find you, I thought..."

"You returned," Kell said with sudden realization. "Of course you did. Only you couldn't find me because I was cloistered."

"Why were you cloistered?"

"When we were together, something happened. I started to change. I started to... Well, let me show you."

Kell pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside to stand naked before him. Her breasts were not large, but they were perky and round, and her small pink nipples were hard. Her thin waist flared into soft, round hips and shapely thighs that didn't quite touch.

"My whole body changed! I grew these breasts," she squeezed them, "and these hips," she ran her hands over them, "and this ass," she turned sideways and arched her back to stick it out.

"When my old clothes stopped fitting," she explained, "the priests thought I might be with child. They tested me."

"Tested you?" Colin's tone was concerned. He tried to keep eye contact, but her naked body kept drawing his gaze.

"Yes. They had to make sure I was still a virgin."

"And were you? I mean, did I somehow..."

Kell let out a musical laugh. She put her hand to her mouth. Colin thought she said something under her breath. When she lowered her hand she was holding a small ball of steady white light between her fingertips.

Colin squinted and turned from the sudden brightness of it. Kell giggled. He felt her tug at his pants. His erection swung free, and she briefly touched it.

As he adjusted to the light he saw that Kell had taken a step back. Her eyes twinkled and she giggled softly as she looked at him. He looked down and saw that the tip of his cock was glowing.

"Hey! Come on!" He rubbed at the head of his cock. When the light didn't go away he took it by the base and shook it hard. That didn't dislodge the light either.

"I can do magic!" She cried excitedly.

"So then you're still..." Colin was relieved. "I'm glad I didn't cause you any trouble."

"Trouble?" Kell grabbed Colin's cock with one hand. She raked the fingertips of her other hand over its head. When she pulled it away the ball of light was between her fingertips and Colin's cock no longer glowed. She shook her hand and the ball of light exploded into a thousand dancing fireflies that quickly disappeared.

"You were the first man who ever looked at me like I was a woman! Who ever touched me like I was a woman!" She squeezed his cock in excitement. "Now I have the body of a woman and I can do magic!" She pressed her body against his and kissed him deeply.

Colin kissed her back. He groaned softly into her mouth as she stroked his cock.

Kell broke off the kiss and sank to her knees. She kissed the head of Colin's cock tenderly. She licked his shaft in long strokes, rubbing the head with her thumb.

Colin grabbed a handful of Kell's hair and groaned with pleasure. She pointed his cock up and ran her lips up and down its length. She hummed a tune into his shaft, and Colin gripped her hair tighter.

She lovingly savored the feeling of his cock and the sounds she coaxed from him. She paused briefly to lick precum from the tip before she continued massaging his cock with her lips and tongue.

Colin's labored breathing told her he was about to cum. She put the tip of his cock between her lips and stroked his shaft with her hand. Colin squeezed tightly on his handful of hair and felt the head of his cock slide between her lips. She moaned and squeezed down on his cock as it started to pulse and fill her mouth with cum.

Colin lay down on his blanket on the grass, and Kell lay half on top of him, gently playing with his cock. He had a moment of concern - he had never put it that far inside of her before, and he wasn't sure what would end her virginity in the eyes of the White Temple.

"So, they just started teaching you magic?" Colin asked.

"Sort of." She looked up at him as she replied. "I had to do one incantation to prove I was still a virgin. It turns out I have a natural talent for magic, so they started training me as a nun."

"Really? What else can you do, besides the trick with the light?"

"All kinds of things," she answered with a mischievous smile. She slid down until her face was level with his cock. Colin heard her mutter softly, though it sounded less like words and more like the rustle of a gentle breeze through a copse of trees. She gently kissed Colin on his cock, and he felt it tingle.

The tingle turned into a throb, and Colin felt his cock swell. He felt hornier than he had ever felt before. He felt like his cock was about to burst out of its skin if he didn't find relief.

"What is this?!?"

Kell giggled. "It's an incantation to restore vigor. If you had just run fifty miles, this magic could make your legs fresh again and ready to run another fifty."

"Okay, that sounds great, but..."

Kell climbed up to straddle him. "... but now you're going to need to use this thing." She rocked her hips back and forth, and the soft, wet lips of her pussy slid up and down the length of his shaft. In his hyper-aroused state the sensation was almost unbearable.

"This feels too good," he said, panting. "I'm not going to last."

"Of course not, silly! I don't want you to."

Kell slid her hips back and Colin felt the head of his cock press against the opening of her pussy. He reached to press it down with the tips of his fingers, worried that it might slip inside of her by accident.

She giggled and added a side-to-side motion, rolling her hips in circles. Colin let out a growl. He grabbed her and rolled her over so he was on top of her. He pressed his hips hard against her, the shaft of his cock pressed tightly on her pussy. He held his breath for a long second before his cock erupted.

Thick streams of sticky white cum landed on Kell's body. The first fell on her face, covering her from her left eye to her chin. The second landed in a trail from her lips to her collar bone.

After six or seven heavy sprays of cum landed on her, Kell started laughing. Colin felt like his climax would never end as he sprayed torrents of viscous jism all over her body. He laughed with her a minute later when he finally finished cumming.

"Gods," she said, running a hand across the pool of semen on her belly, then up to caress one breast and twist a cum-slick nipple. "I didn't know it would be that much."

"You're not done yet. I'm going to catch my breath, then you're going to catch another load." He slapped her pussy with his hard cock. "Maybe two more. That's some magic you hit me with."

After a pause he asked, "tell me, can you work any wards? Protection against enchantment and that sort of thing?"

"I can," Kell answered thoughtfully, wiping cum from around her eye, "but I'm not skilled enough to make a ward that lasts. I could protect an object for maybe a day or two."

"What about a person?"

Kell propped herself up. She regarded him intently, trying to read something in his expression.

"I suppose that depends on what I'm trying to protect against. If it's hedge magic I might be able to protect you for a day. If it's something more powerful you might only have an hour. Maybe less."

Colin nodded thoughtfully. "So if you put a ward on me tonight, I wouldn't expect to still be protected tomorrow afternoon."

"Probably not, if you need protection against anything strong." She watched Colin frown. "I could go with you, to help with whatever you need protection from," she added helpfully.

"I've gotten you in enough trouble..." Colin started.

Kell slapped his shoulder. "You haven't! And you won't!" Colin tilted his head in confusion, and she continued, "the Master of Novices thinks I'm ready to do missionary work. I'm supposed to choose a city and visit our temple there to help the sick and the needy for a season. Tell me where we're going and I'll tell him where I want to be posted."

Colin wanted to object, but he wasn't sure why.

"Please?" she implored.

"Okay. We'll leave tomorrow when you're ready, but first I need you to do something."

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said, raising himself up. "I'm going to paint your back to match your front."

*****

The sun was setting as Colin and Kell approached the lair of the enchantress. From Colin's description, the enchantress sounded more powerful than anything Kell had tested her magic against.

Kell whispered words of power and kissed Colin on his forehead. He felt a minty coolness on his skin that quickly dissipated. She clutched the lion-headed rod tightly and nodded at Colin.

Colin nodded back. He kissed her gently on her forehead before he walked into the passage between the tapestries.

"You again?" The enchantress's lips curled into a smile as she regarded Colin from her throne. She wore an emerald green dress with a plunging neckline and a high slit up one side.

She softly spoke some words of magic and made a gesture.

"You're not going to leave me again, slave. Warm up the stove outside so I can brand you."

Colin advanced on her. Free from her enchantment, he saw her clearly. She was an attractive middle-aged woman, but not the unearthly beauty he remembered. Her face was pretty, but the lines of age were visible.

"That's not going to happen," he informed her as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. She let out a cry before he pulled his pants down. He heard running from the passageway at the back of the chamber, and saw the enchantress lick her lips at the sight of his cock.

"You're going to tell them to stop if you want this," he told her. She held up a hand to stop the half-dozen men who came running without taking her eyes off of his erection.

Colin looked nervously at the entrance to the chamber. He didn't know if Kell had heard the enchantress's cry. He gestured to her to follow him, and walked back into her chamber.

He found a padded bench with restraints on it. He directed her to straddle the bench, then cuffed her by her wrists and ankles. He positioned himself in front of her and waved his cock in her face.

"Now I want you to beg for it," he told her.

"Please fuck me," she said.

"You can do better than that." He pointed to one of the other men and said, "spank this slut for me."

The man looked at the enchantress.

"If you want this cock, you'll tell these men to follow my instructions."

"Do what he tells you," she growled. Colin nodded, and the man slapped the enchantress on her ass.

"Harder! I want to hear this bitch scream."

The man hit her hard enough to make the enchantress yelp.

"You," Colin said, gesturing to a different man with a knife on his belt, "cut this dress off of her."

The enchantress seethed and ground her teeth. Colin grabbed her hair and smacked his cock on her face. He rubbed the head on her lips, and she opened her mouth to let him push it into her mouth.

She grumbled around his cock as she felt the dress being cut from her body. Colin gestured back at the first man, and she gasped into his cock as her slave smacked her hard on her bare ass.

"Say 'thank you'," Colin said as he pulled the cock from her mouth.

"You impudent wretch!" Tears of rage welled in her eyes. She looked back at his cock and licked her lips. "Just fuck me like I know you want to. I should command my slaves to put you in..."

He stuffed his cock back into her mouth before she could complete the thought.

"Colin... Is this what you do?" He heard Kell's voice behind him.

"Well... I, uh..." Colin tried to think of a lie. He looked back at her face and decided not to.

"Yes, this is what I do.

"You know about my power," he continued. "Women can't say no to me. That means they also can't really say yes to me. I feel disgusted with myself whenever I take advantage of someone innocent, but I don't seem to have the same reservations with wicked women."

Kell was thoughtful and quiet. The enchantress slurped on Colin's cock. He wanted to stop the sound, but didn't want to pull out of her mouth and risk her issuing orders to the men she had enchanted. He grabbed her by the back of her head and stuffed his cock into her throat in an effort to silence her. He liked her gagging noises, but thought they wouldn't sound any better to Kell.

"From everything you've told me, she sounds quite evil." Kell's voice was thoughtful and she chose her words carefully.

"She is!" Colin released his grip on the enchantress's head, and she went back to slurping.

"And you show these evil women the joy they can find in service and submission? You set them on a path to redemption?"

"I... What?" Colin froze in confusion.

Kell walked over and grabbed the enchantress by her hair. She forced her head down on Colin's cock until he could feel her throat again.

"Suck that dick like you mean it! This is your chance at a new life, whore!" Kell yelled at her. The enchantress gagged and choked. Colin felt her throat spasm on his cock while she fought for air.

"You need to make that cock cum more than you need air," she told the green-haired woman. She pulled her head from his cock, and the green-haired woman gasped and choked, desperate for oxygen. She tried to say something, but Kell pushed her face back onto Colin's cock.

"Fuck that's good," Colin said.

Kell ran her free hand gently across the back of his neck. "Do you like that? You deserve to feel good; I want you to enjoy it." Kell pulled Colin close and kissed him passionately while she forced his cock down the enchantress's throat.

"Why don't you fuck me with her face," he suggested as Kell separated from his lips. She smiled sweetly, took another handful of green hair, and started forcing the bound woman's head up and down the length of Colin's shaft. She made loud gagging noises, and a steady stream of drool began to pour from her mouth around Colin's shaft.

"Fuck! Hold it there!"

Kell held the enchantress's face down while Colin pumped her throat full of cum. The enchantress moaned contentedly into his cock.

When Colin's orgasm finished, he stepped back from the enchantress to pull off his tunic and step out of his pants. Kell stripped out of her dress. The enchantress gasped for air.

Colin pulled her close and pressed her soft naked body to his. He kissed her again, his hands exploring Kell's ass and her back and her hair. The enchantress started trying to say something, but it was impossible to understand between her heavy breaths. Colin quickly forced his cock back into her mouth.

"Hey you," Colin said as he gestured to one of the other men, "come over here and take my place."

The enchantress started to grumble. Kell slapped her hard across her face, and she cried out in pain around her mouthful of cock.

"This is for your own good! You suck that man's cock like it has salvation in it!" She looked up at Colin. "Are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?"

"Not at all. She was careful with her teeth. I kind-of liked it."

Colin pulled his cock from her mouth and the other man stepped up.

"Don't you dare..." the enchantress started. Kell shoved her head down on the man's cock before she could finish her thought.

Kell pulled Colin close and kissed him again. She felt his hard cock pressed to her belly and squirmed against it.

"Colin," she looked into his eyes and stroked the side of his face, "I want you to fuck this evil slut." The enchantress wiggled her ass expectantly from side to side at the sound of Kell's words.

"You do?" Colin asked in surprise.

Kell nodded. "I can't fuck you, but I still want to take care of you." She walked backwards, pulling Colin with her. At the back of the bench she grabbed a handful of the enchantress's ass, then worked her hand into the gap between her legs until she had two fingers inside of her.

"She's ready for you, and she wants you bad. Don't you, slut?"

The enchantress mumbled her agreement around the cock in her mouth. Colin moved behind her and rubbed his cock up and down the opening to her wet pussy. He teased her with his cock and felt her try to push her hips back onto him.

"That's a good slut," Kell told her. "You don't just beg with your mouth, you beg with your whole body." She slapped the woman's ass hard.

"If you want this," Colin said, pressing the head of his cock into her briefly and then pulling it back, "you'll make your 'slave' here cum. You'll get this cock after he fills your mouth with cum and the next 'slave' takes his place."

She whimpered, her defiance waning. Colin pulled his cock back and slapped it against her ass. She whimpered harder, bucking her hips. A second later she started sucking her slave's cock with renewed enthusiasm.

Kell stood behind Colin while they watched and waited, her soft breasts pressed into his back. She stroked his cock slowly and gently. She pushed him forward and found the enchantress's pussy with his cock. She pushed him in with her hips and heard the woman moan into the cock she was sucking. She guided Colin through three pumps inside of her before she pulled him back. The enchantress whimpered again as he pulled out, and Kell went back to stroking his cock, now slick with the enchantress's juices.

The man grunted as he filled the enchantress's mouth with cum. Colin gestured to another of the men to take his place. She didn't try to say anything as the cock left her mouth, she just panted for breath and dribbled cum out of her mouth.

Kell stepped around Colin. She grabbed the enchantress's ass cheeks and spread them roughly apart. Colin admired her puckered asshole, slightly spread before him, and her wet pink pussy beneath it. He rubbed the head of his cock on her asshole.

"No, don't!" The enchantress struggled free from the cock in her mouth. "I've never had a man in my..."

Kell smacked her hard on her face, stopping her short. "Your mouth is good for one thing, and it's not talking!" She grabbed her hair and forced her back onto the man's cock. "You're lucky to have Colin's magnificent cock, and you'll take it however he wants to give it to you!"

Colin moved his cock back to her pussy.

"No, don't," Kell told him. She saw his confused look and added, "I don't get to fuck you at all, and this bitch has the nerve to complain about how she gets it? I want you to fuck some gratitude into her."

Colin smiled at her, but remained hesitant. Kell spread the enchantress's ass wide again. She leaned in close to whisper something into her asshole before she kissed it, running her tongue around it before she moved back.

"If you're worried about hurting her, don't. She'll be just fine." Kell slid a finger in and out of her asshole. Colin watched it glide in and out without resistance. He licked his lips, and Kell removed her finger to make room for Colin's cock.

The enchantress moaned and squirmed as Colin pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. Kell pulled her head from the cock in her mouth.

"Tell us how much you love this, slut," Kell demanded.

"Tell us you love it," Colin told her, "or I put my pants on and leave."

"Okay! I... I love it," she said in a defeated voice.

"You love what?" Colin asked.

"I love your cock," she answered.

Kell smacked her ass. "Say it like you mean it, whore!"

"I love your cock!"

Kell smacked her ass again. "Where?"

Colin pushed his cock deeper into her.

"I love your cock in my ass!"

Kell smacked her ass again. "Doing what?"

"Fucking my ass!"

Colin pushed all the way in and started thrusting.

Kell grabbed the enchantress's hair. "And what does that make you?"

"I'm a slut."

Kell smacked her ass again.

"I'm a dirty fuck-slut!"

Kell smacked her ass again. It was red and tender, and she squirmed at the blow.

"I'm a dirty worthless anal fuck doll who's only good for taking cock!"

"Good girl," Kell told her as she forced her head back onto the cock in front of her.

"Wow Kell," Colin said, "you really..." He trailed off.

"Was that okay?" Kell kissed him and ran a hand through his hair as Colin fucked the enchantress's asshole. "This is for you, and I don't want to take it too far."

Colin chuckled. "No, it's good. It's really good. I'm just worried you're a little pent up. I need to remember to take care of you."

"Don't say that! You take such good care of me!" Kell kissed Colin's shoulder tenderly.

"Gods," Colin exclaimed, "this asshole is so tight!"

"You deserve it," Kell said tenderly. She smacked the enchantress's red, tender ass and added, "and so does this slut."

Kell pressed herself against Colin and kissed him deeply. Colin groaned into her mouth as he came deep in the enchantress's asshole. The enchantress whimpered around her mouthful of cock as Colin pumped her full of cum.

Colin pulled his cock out of the enchantress. She whimpered again.

"Okay, so here's the plan," he told Kell. "We have these guys keep her busy while we check out the back. If there are any other prisoners we free them."

The man fucking the enchantress's mouth came. Colin gestured for another man to take his place.

"Then we gag her. We can use the lion-headed rod to release her enchantment on these men, but it leaves them unconscious."

Kell nodded at him.

"Am I forgetting anything?"

"Well... what happens to her?"

"We take her back to the city to face justice."

"But we tell them, right?" Kell asked.

"Tell them what?"

"We tell them how she's cooperated, and how we're rehabilitating her."

Colin shrugged. "I guess?"

Kell turned to face the enchantress. "Do you hear that? We're going to tell them that you've been good."

The enchantress mumbled exhaustedly into the cock in her mouth.

Colin wondered what he had gotten himself into.