The Sultry Sorceress Ch. 07

Onichitsu cut her palm open, and then slammed the freshly bleeding wound against the floor. There was a flash of red light as a magical sigil appeared on the floor, and then the hallway filled with pink smoke that smelled like cherry blossoms and hot sex. When the smoke cleared Onichitsu was no longer alone. At either side were the two most erotically shaped women Pussy had ever seen, even compared to a goddess like Nadia. Their every curve was perfectly cut from the mind of an artistic pervert, and just the subtle movements of their firms breasts rising and lowering as they breathed was hypnotic. One of these eastern women had a tail flipping around her perfect ass, a long black tail like a cat's. The other had nine fluffy tails, each one perfectly white and much like a fox's tails.

"Nekomata! Kitsune!" Onichitsu yelled. "Humble this bitch!"

The perfect bodies of the two spirits were blurs as the raced around Pussy, their smooth hands groping every inch of her body with such speed that it sent the succubus spinning in a dizzying circle. She swiped at them with her claws and kicked at their bodies with her feet, but they were too quick and too well coordinated. Pussy may have had a chance against one of the spirits, but fighting both of them at the same time was futile.

Nekomata meowed as she pounced on Pussy and pushed her slender opponent to the ground, smothering her with a deep tongue-filled kiss. Kitsune kneeled down between her sister's legs and began to lick at Pussy's vagina like it was a saucer of milk, teasing her with little kisses at first but quickly escalating into an enthusiastic feast. Pussy fought back, but only at first. The spirits' hands gently restrained her, their tongues subtly tortured her, and their hot bodies overwhelmingly swayed her.

As the three demons writhed on the floor in a hot, sweaty mess of orgasmic bliss, a sweetly scented pink fog began to grow. The strange colored mist enveloped their little orgy, and it pulled them all back into the Netherworld, where poor Pussy was sure to suffer a most agonizingly severe session of hard, talented, relentless lesbian sex.

Unhindered any longer, Onichitsu opened the doors to Nadia's sex-chamber.

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The handsome knight (who Onichitsu was seeing out of his armor for the first time) was flat on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed, his face contorted in bewildering pleasure. The chiseled muscles of his chest gleamed with sweat as if facing a blazing forge, and his strong forearms twitched with fatigue. Bouncing on his substantial manhood was a very naked, very drenched Nadia, her breasts thumping with beautiful heft as she ground the thick length of Rhys's cock with her tight, wet pussy. The muscles of her own slender waist stood out with chiseled perfection, and her nipples moved up and down so quickly they were two pink blurs. Her long auburn hair clung to her back and shoulders like a sticky veil, so soaked with sweat that it was letting off steam. She was biting her lip and crying a little, her face submitting to the power of another intense orgasm, but her body never stopped its earth-shattering sexual assault on Rhys. The bed they fucked on was large, study, heavy, and bound to the wall by iron bracings, but still it shook like an old shack in a windstorm.

"FUCK!" Nadia screamed, her puffy lips curling into a delirious smile. "MAKE ME CUM! AGAIN!!"

Her body stiffened and for a moment her breasts stopped bouncing, but they continued to jiggle as her body shivered with violent potential. She closed her mouth and screamed in her throat, tears rolling down her high cheeks. She leaned down and put her hands on Rhy's broad shoulders, and then clawed them all the way down his chest to where her pussy was exploding on his fat dig, leaving bright red trails in his hard, rugged skin.

"The... the... the utter ARROGANCE!!" Onichitsu screamed, her body quivering with rage (and arousal, although she wouldn't admit it). "You dare make such lewd, disgusting love while your life is in mortal danger. Bitch! I am Onichitsu! Mistress of the Bad Bitch Ninja Clan! Slayer of the Seven Dragon Samurai! Favored Concubine of the Shogun! Youngest graduate of the Pink Lotus School of the Sexual Arts! I am a legend in my lands! I am fucking EPIC! People have written plays about me! You should be cowering in fear, not... not... not rutting like some dirty monkey! I could kill you now, and it would be no harder than snapping a kitten's neck!"

Nadia was kissing Rhys chest so obscenely that a thick strand of drool connected her chin to one of his nipples. She was pink in the face from panting so heavily, barley able to catch her breath as she melted from the sexual inferno the two of them had been stoking, but she still found the energy to speak.

"Queen Nymphoria wants me alive... so... whatever," Nadia laughed a little. "Why don't you sit down and watch. I can tell you are loving this. Your clit is fucking HUGE!"

Onichitsu looked down to see that indeed her clitoris was huge. It was erect, protruding from its vaginal hood, and it pressed against the skintight material of her latex bodysuit with such force that it was pitching an inch-high tent. Suddenly away of how horny she was, Onichitsu could feel her own wet cum leaking down the inside of her suit, moistening her legs and ass. Her knees were shaking.

"Tell you what sweetheart," Nadia sneered, speaking in the most condescending tone imaginable. "Instead of kicking your ass and raping the shit out of you like I've done to every other mercenary Nymphoria has sent after me, why don't you sit down, shut the FUCK up, flick the freakishly fat clit of yours, and when Rhys is done destroying my cunt I'll let you lick it clean? Alright?"

Onichitsu's voice was breaking, on the verge of tears, but her heart pumped pure rage. "You... you... AAAAAAGGHH!!"

Onichitsu unsheathed her irregularly long katana and charged, her entire body cutting through the humid air like a living blade. She raised her sword for a killing sweep, fully intending to slice both of the lover's in half, knowing full well that her katana was sharp enough to cut through muscle and bone as easily as a razor could cut through rice-paper. Her sword, which was named Akuma-no-chi, was forged from iron found in a meteor, tempered with charcoal taken from an ancient tree, cooled in the blood of a virgin priestess, and hammered by a demon-smith. It was a weapon of mythical proportion, and had cut down thousands of great warriors as if they were nothing more than stalks of grass.

CLAP!

Onichitsu's blade was stopped. Nadia had caught it... with her bare hands. The godly sharp blade was wedged between her gentle palms so securely that it felt imbedded in stone, and yet it seemed as if Nadia was exerting no more energy than she would have needed to hold up a pair of chopsticks.

"... how?" Onichitsu gasped.

"You're the Shogun's concubine," Nadia asked, her eyebrow cocked. "Shogun Sanada? That handsome man with the dark eyes and the neatly trimmed beard? He came to Hedonia once to visit Queen Nymphoria. I met him along the way and I fucked his brains out!" Nadia laughed. "He said I was the best he ever had (which I'm guessing means better than you), and he taught me his favorite sword techniques while I showed him all of my favorite 'sword' techniques. I was a quick study."

"... impossible-"

"Also, I'm a witch."

ZZZZAAAAAPPP!!

Nadia sent a jolting bold of magical energy through the sword, electrifying Onichitsu with power to kill a horse, but the night-superhuman ninja survived it, if barely. She leaned her head back and screamed, the electrical energy ripping through her body shattering her muscle control, and setting her clothes on fire. She couldn't control herself and began to pee, her nipples erecting from her shaking breasts like two pink missiles, and her ass clenching shut so hard that she could have crushed the bones in a man's hand. The purple latex that coated her body was ripping and sizzling off of her tight skin, falling from her body in explosive strips. Her mask, the ugly demon face that covered her own, suddenly exploded.

The woman underneath it was beautiful, except for a single hideous scar that covered her right cheekbone, and the fact that she was frothing at the mouth while screaming her lungs out.

Onichitsu's eyes rolled up, her tongue stuck out, and she fell to the ground unconscious, naked, and pissing herself uncontrollably.

The last thing she saw before blacking out was Nadia holding Rhys's fat dick over her face, stroking it wildly, milking the knight's large nuts for every scalding drop of cum they had, spraying it all over her naked, shivering body. A substantial amount of it filled her mouth, and she slipped into darkness with the taste of it poisoning her mind.

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Queen Nymphoria sat at her breakfast table devouring a meal of grapefruit and cherries whipped with cream. She was totally naked, her cinnamon-chocolate skin and curly brown hair sparkling with little beads of sweat. Splayed out on the massive bed behind her were the bodies of a half-dozen strong young men, all of them exhausted by the marathon of sex she had run them through the night before. Every one of them was a sexual champion, but all of them combined could not compete with what Nadia was capable off, and Nymphoria knew that. Her body would not let her forget the time she had spent with the sultry sorceress, and even know, while eating her breakfast, the Queen masturbated thinking about her lost love.

"A delivery for you, your highness," A cute page boy dressed in nothing but a velvet thong said, stepping into the room. "From Nadia the Enchantress."

"Nadia!" The Queen, gasped, her body shivering with a small, spontaneous orgasm. "Bring it in! Now!"

A large crate was brought into the room, carried by a dozen strong men all dressed in revealing, provocative male-lingerie, as the people of Hedonia traditionally dressed. As they pried open the wooden crate Nymphoria read the letter than had been attached to it, written in Nadia's elegant handwriting.

"Dear Nymphoria, thanks for all the entertainment you've been sending me recently. I can't imagine how boring my life would be if I didn't have all these mercenaries and maniacs trying to capture or kill me. This most recent one you pointed in my direction was especially amusing. It took Rhys and I (you remember Rhys) almost a week before we got tired of her, but like all toys she eventually broke, and now I have no more need of her. I'm giving the toy back to you. Maybe you'll want to send her back to her Shogun, or play with her yourself, or just throw her away. I don't care. I'm too busy gagging on Rhys's beautiful, fat dick to even worry about what a boring old Queen like you does with broken toys-"

Just then the crate fell open, revealing the bound and tortured body of Onichitsu, who was tied up with leather straps, gagged by a rubber-ball, and stuffed with more dildos than could be counted. Her once proud, beautiful face was contorted in orgasmic retardation, her eyes empty and rolled up, her mouth curled upward in a perpetual smile. Her flawless skin was covered in light bruises and red welts. Her nipples had been pierced with metal studs. The words "FUCK TOY" had been tattooed on her forehead, and the battered lips of her vulva hung loose and wet like a piece of over-tenderized meat. It was clear that she was just as Nadia described her: broken.

The letter ended "... love, Nadia."