Cursed Ring Of The Sorceress Pt 01

Anna, an experienced sorceress, was confident that the ring she found was an ordinary piece of jewelry. But as she slipped it onto her finger, she realized her mistake. A surge of unexpected power pulsed from the ring, sending a shudder through her body.

The captain of her Orcish bodyguard grunted, "This place is cursed I tell ya." He hadn't stopped grumbling about this tomb since they arrived, and it was making the other orcs nervous. Nervous orcs were dangerous.

"Captain Boregut, you say that about every tomb we break into. They can't all be cursed, or haunted, or some such." She pulled back the sleeve of her robe and raised her lithe hand. "If this place were cursed, would I pick up an unknown ring and put it on?" This should keep her hirelings at ease.

"Erm, no, I suppose not." He was uncertain. "But why is it glowing?"

The ring radiated faintly with the color of fire light. She quickly concealed her hand in her sleeve. "Captain Boregut, I respect your knowledge on the topics of battle, such as when to attack, and such like, but in the matters of magic you remain woefully ignorant."

Boregut narrowed his eyes at the insult. Were it from an orc, it would come to blows, but this small human posed no physical threat. His task was to ensure no harm came to her.

She tried to discreetly remove the ring, but it would not budge. If the orcs saw her struggling, they might renew their talk of curses- she needed to deal with this privately.

"Captain, have your orcs continue opening the caskets. I am going to continue my research in the west chamber. Do not disturb me."

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Her boot steps echoed down the hall as she left the orcs to their work. She entered the west chamber and stood before the stone casket in the center. On top of it were her research materials- books, parchments, and a satchel. The light of a metal lantern cast shifting shadows over the skulls embedded in the walls, making their sockets flicker like blinking eyes.

She lifted her hand to her eyes and examined the ring. It had no symbols or gems- just a plain band of silver that now glowed even more brightly. Gripping it firmly, she pulled. It would not yield.

"Well, you are a puzzle," she addressed the ring.

The ring began to pulse, sending waves of warmth through her body. An invisible force surrounded her and gripped her, slowing her movements as if she were underwater.

Tendrils of shimmering golden light formed around her boots The rich doeskin flaked off, carried away by the glowing streams into the ring.

"Oh, you want my boots? Odd."

The soles of the boots dissolved into the golden streams, followed by the heels and the laces. Shards of crumbled ancient stone dug into her bare feet.

The boots were fully consumed. The tendrils moved up the outside of her robe, slowly unravelling the threads around her ankles. Soon her dark stockings were visible, but those too were now being consumed, exposing her pale shins and calves.

The tendrils searched inside her robe, attacking it from within. She could feel the warmth coiling around her, up her thighs, searching, probing... It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. She let out a soft moan.

Ignoring the wetness gathering in her panties, she searched her satchel, pulling out various items: quills, ink vials, more parchment. At last, she found it, a scroll of identification, which would allow her to determine the properties of the ring, and hopefully, a way to remove it.

She opened the scroll and began to recite, but the golden tendrils found the scroll and began to consume it. It vanished before her, the spell incomplete.

"Ah," she gasped as a tendril found a sensitive spot, "you like items with magical traits." That wouldn't be a problem for most people, but for her, most everything she wore had an enchantment.

A draft of cool air brushed her posterior. She looked down and saw that the once long robe had been reduced to a miniscule skirt, exposing a pair of sheer black panties that concealed little.

One tendril thrust deep and vigorously. A yelp escaped her mouth and echoed down the hall. She collapsed to her knees and reveled in the radiant pleasure. The tendrils caressed her labia, while another searched inside her, experimenting with different areas and finding her erogenous zones. If the ring's goal was to distract her, it was succeeding.

She made eye contact with the skulls in the wall. "Enjoying the show, are we?" she whispered between shallow breaths.

She clutched the stone casket to steady herself. How could an experienced sorceress like herself become the plaything of a simple ring?

"Let's see how you like it if I deny you your feast." She undid the belt at her waist, unclasped the fastener at her neck, and threw the robe off. The tendrils reached for the robe but faded from existence. The ring returned to being a plain silver band.

Anna was completely exposed, wearing only skimpy undergarments: black sheer panties and a corset-style bra. "I suppose I don't own any enchanted underwear." The thought never occurred to her until now. Whoever heard of magic panties?

The warmth of the ring was gone, and she shivered in the cold dank tomb air, goose bumps growing on her ivory skin. Her pussy was left aroused and unsatisfied.

There was a dull thud of boots at the chamber entrance. Captain Boregut was standing there, with two orcs, watching. "We heard, uh, noises. Is the Lady Anna alright?"

TO BE CONTINUED...