Disclaimer: This is a parody on “Charmed” and should not be taken seriously. Phoebe and the and the other main characters are owned by Spellman Production. This fanfic will contain sexual scenes only appropriate for those over the age of 18, and should not be read by minors.
If Alyssa Milano herself happens to read this or my other stories, and likes it, she can let me know and I’ll send her a copy. Oh, and she can give me some pointers for the next one too. She’s so hot!
This story contains scenes of hot sexuality, cum shots, anal, group, gang-bang, ffm, m/f, f/f, and toys. And it’s fucking long, but worth it. Hey, that’s just like me baby.
Fantasy Palace Part 5: Intensive Training
“Yes, yes, come on you fucking bastard, harder, harder!” The woman screamed. She was currently bent over a stone altar, her massive breasts being crushed into the smooth, blood stained surface. She was completely naked, her long red hair pouring over her shoulders, looking like liquid fire, and her pale white ass up in the air as the mass of living muscles behind her continued to pound into her gaping cunt.
“Harder damn you!” She barked, almost at her breaking point.
“Shut up bitch,” the half-giant bellowed. “Fucking slut. Stupid fucking whore!” He yelled as he unleashed his burning cum inside her.
“No! Not yet.” The red head cried as she felt the hot fluid flowing through her body and into her womb. She could feel his seeds trying to take root inside one of her fertile eggs, but she wouldn’t allow this to happen and destroyed them before he had his limp dick pulled out.
“Sorry bitch,” the half-giant laughed as he climbed off of her and smiled down. “But you should feel privileged to have been blessed by T’sghat the Mighty.”
“Mighty lame you mean.” She complained as she stood up and wrapped her cloak around her naked body again. “I’ve had better sex from a blind spider monkey.” She hadn’t been looking forward to this dumb ox, but she had at least hopped he’d be good because of his cock. They didn’t come much larger then this.
“Why you stupid little whore,” He reached for his war hammer, his muscles straining and bulging as he lifted it over his head with both meaty hands, but the red head only yawned.
“I am so sick and tiered of you calling me a whore.” With a wave of her hand, the half-giant lost his strength, and the hammer fell from his weak hands. Seconds later, his skin became putrid and started to crack and rot.
“What have you done to me whore,” he said weakly, green bile pouring out of his mouth.
“I am a slut, not a whore.” She clarified. And with that she did a roundhouse kick, striking his head with her foot. His thick skull exploded like an over-ripe melon, and his large body fell like a rotten log, where it split apart upon striking the cavern floor. “Whores take money for sex. Sluts do it for kicks.”
With this unpleasant business now finished, the red head picked up the hammer with one hand, gave it an appraising glance and tossed it aside. She was here for bigger prizes.
Leaving the rotting corpse behind, she walked down the passage, her cloak bellowing behind her as she moved – she wasn’t in any hurry, she just loved the way her cunt tingled when the hot air blew across it. The passage was pitch black, but her eyes glowed red, revealing the way. It took her only a matter of minutes, but she covered a lot of distance. It repulsed her that she needed the half-giants help getting down here in the first place, but she knew that once she was here, she could find her way. He was powerful (not the half-giant), and she was drawn to that power.
There. He was around that corner.
She stopped at the entrance to another cavern. Unlike the passage, burning torches along the walls, and small fire pits in the floor illuminated this room. There were two people in the cavern, though calling them people would be a gross understatement. One of them was an old black woman, known as the Seer. Apparently she had the power to glimpse the future. The other “figure” (better word) was harder to see. He had his back to the red head, but she knew that this was who she was sent to find. Dark energy radiated from within his black robe.
“The hunters report that he has returned, master.” The Seer said to the robed figure.
“Good. Have them kill him immediately. He is human now, vulnerable. I want the traitor dead.”
The robed figure turned around, revealing his pale white, scarred face. “The Source,” the red head whispered. He was called that because he was supposed to be the source of all evil on this plane of existence. She had always found this to be a bit lame, and she wasn’t disappointed.
Scar-face turned around after hearing her, and growled. The red head just smiled, showing off her pearly fangs and winked.
“Stop her!” the Source shouted.
“Thanks for the heads up handsome.” She blew him a kiss, stepped back into the shadows, and disappeared.
*****
Phoebe woke up in the large satin bed for the thirtieth morning in a row. She couldn’t believe the month she was having. This had been so incredible.
It had all started that Friday night, when she met that tall, handsome stranger at her sister’s club, “P3”. She had been feeling lonely that night – he ex-demon lover had been gone for a while. Ever since he became human and mortal, he had been brooding so much, she finally told him to go find himself. He’d been gone for almost a month now, leaving her with a strong itch and no one to scratch it: no one, except Drake.
He was incredible. He couldn’t be human, not with that body and that magnificent monster cock, but she didn’t care. What he did to her that first night, “Hmmmm,” Phoebe purred, just thinking about it. She was sure that she wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards, after all, she might be a Charmed one, but she was still only 5’ nothing. But she surprised herself and took all of his 18 inches.
