To most of the inhabitants of Dirkham, Ronald seemed to be just an old teddy bear man, but he actually had a very dark secret. Ron, throughout his youth, had always fled from place to place... Because secretly, he was a massively creepy pervert. But he had a pretty good reason - He was born with a strange knack that allowed him to seduce any woman that interacted with him, no matter how creepy his advances may be. His gaze was utterly hypnotic, so was his touch, and his cock had this OVERWHELMING musk to it that sent any fertile womb crazy. Of course, this was all magic, he was ugly as sin. He wasn't exactly some master seducer after all.
This caused him a lot of trouble as he ruined marriages left and right, banging any girl he saw fit. And thanks to that,although Ron was able to satisfy a lot of his urges, having made himself a massive body count, he was forced to move from place to place. Despite his age of 77, he was still capable of lassoing any girl he wanted into being his willing cum dumpster. He actually already had 3 other wives, all at least 40 years younger than him- One a former queen, one an ex-sorceress professor at the Imperial university, and the last the formerly most feared assassin in the realm. He'd bumped into her at a tavern, he didn't find out she had been assassin until after he'd scrambled her brain into a dick obsessed mess.
Recently Ron had moved into his new mansion at Dirkham, and just so happened that the village he resided in was visited by a infamous but legendary figure within the Demon Queen's Kingdom, the Demon General Knightess Melewen. Melewen was a tiefling, a rare breed to be found among that village. The Demon Queen was a brutal ruler, and her General Knightesses were the instrument of her cruelty. Melewen was the most infamous of them all. Wicked horns pierced through her flowing brown hair, that seemed to blend into her reddish pink skin. She was an angry blotch on the world, red and cruel. Her body was a wave of voluptuous curves- All the Knightess General's were ethereal beauties like their queen, and Melewen had the fattest shelf of MILFy assmeat out of all of them. She was mature, serious, with a piercing angry glare that had literally killed lesser men.
The little town of Dirkham had been in the way of her conquering army last year, so they'd casually annihilated it, killing 40% of the population, and ruining everything. The villagers were still in the middle of rebuilding, so the sadistic general thought it would be amusing to pay the little bugs a visit. The General strolled through the streets glaring, clicking along in her steel armoured heels, putting her at six and a half feet tall, dominating even the toughest men in the town. Her armour clanked just enough to be intimidating, but she only had a few pieces of it on now, and her rattling sword at her hip. Her magic orb rested around her elegant throat, holding her magic powers.
She was very desirable, but no man had the guts to make a move on her as they feared she would not give them the time of day. And even then, people hated her. Ron, however, was very much enthralled by her. Her tomboyish attitude and strength made her quite a rare gem, not to mention her race being rare as is. Her breasts were bigger than a human's head, and her butt would give even she-orcs and onis a run for their money. Ron wanted her. No, he needed her. Not only was she one of the hottest beings he ever came across, but could also serve as a bodyguard if necessary. Truly, the perfect woman for the perverted old timer. In that moment, Ron was a very unlikely hero.
Fancying a drink, Melewen strolled into an establishment. Terrifying people was thirsty work. The tavern fell silent as she entered. She snapped her fingers. "Wine. Now." She grabbed it, and began to sip, looking into the distance with an aimless cruel smile.
And so, Ron would find her sitting by herself at a stool in the local tavern. Most people seemed to avoid her, but he did not fear her one bit. His power would make even the most unforgiving and cruel women grovel on the floor for his dick. And so it was that while Melewen was distracted, the old timer would make his move.
"Oh, hello! Melewen, is it not? I heard lots about you! The terrible cold blooded general... The name's Ronald, but you can just call me Ron." When Ron casually came up to her, she looked at him in disgust- "Who fucking dares... Who..." Her wicked glare softly transformed into a subtle smirk. His gaze entirely dominating her will. He just talked over her.
"Y'know Mellie, I thought you looked pretty good, and I saw that some of the villagers don't trust you. Would you mind if I took a seat beside you? I've been feeling pretty lonely myself~" That was a lie, Ron had plenty of company at home. And so, knowing that Melenwe would not deny him thanks to his innate abilities to warp her brain chemistry with his mere presence, he'd seat on the stool beside her and immediately wrapped a hand around her waist, hugging her side. The sexual assault ironically exacerbating the effects of his hypnosis. Melewen's brain was already popping. Her mouth quivered... And then the MOST unexpected words came out. "Thanks Ron- Oh, feel free to sit down Ron! No one's called me Mellie before..." The brutal general laughed a little. "I kinda like it!"
Ron just grinned. "So, do you want to eat or drink anything, honey? I can pay it for you out of pocket! It's been a while since I've been around such a smoke show like yourself~" She casually leaned in a little to his hand tucking into her trim waist. "Oh you would? Ahh! Me, a smokeshow?? You're such a flatterer, Ron~! You're, nmf... Looking handsome yourself. I'd love some more wine, maybe a little bite to eat? You choose!" The brutal demon tucked her hair behind her ear and laughed, surrendering her choice to him
Unbelievable. Everyone else in that tavern would be in complete shock from what they just witnessed. Some random old man was casually breaking the ice with the fearsome she-devil. And she liked it! What a crazy turn of events. All they could do was sit and watch what would happen next. "Hehe, it's been quite a long while since a cutie like yourself called me handsome. Sounds good to me! I'd love to get a bite of something else later too if you wouldn't mind..."
Melewen's nose was twitching, and her eyes were a little glassy. The combination of the most powerful pheromonal musk in existence, and a firm, hypnotic gaze, made any woman melt at his touch. The haughty Tiefling warlord was now wearing an easy and eager smile. "Ahahaha~ A cutie, me? Well you're the most handsome stud in town, obviously - You must be lying, girls must tell you that all the time. Anyway, sure, we can get a bite later - I can pay for dinner."
Ron would sign to the tavern keeper, who would shakily approach with fear in his eyes. "Get more wine for us, please! And some plates, something hot and greasy." The gross old man laughed. He then turned his attention back to her. Melewen glared at the tavern keeper like she'd murder him. "Make it FAST." Then she turned back with a dumb smile to listen to this old-timer.
