Hag to Slutty Bimbo Hottie in a Flash
Mark Johnson
The shaggy bull charged out of the clearing.
"Fuck!" I cursed, my bimbofied goblin-slave impaled on my cock. The other two goblin-bimbos scattered for cover as the bull charged at us.
"Oh, no!" Anni squealed and dove out of its path, rolling across the forest floor as the bull thundered right at me, its horns gleaming.
"No, no, no, this is super baddie!" Cally cried, my bimbo-elf quivering nearby.
I ripped the goblin-slave off my cock and threw her clear. She was so light that she hurtled through the air and landed with a roll on the ground. The earth shook beneath my back at the thundering footsteps. I gained my feet. It was about to crash into me.
"Implus mai virtutem taurith!"
a woman cried out.
A moment later, someone in purple robes landed before me and swung her staff. It struck the bull right in the head. A violet light flashed and the bull crashed to the ground at her feet. It bellowed, legs kicking, stunned but not dead.
"Mastery Master!" Anni squealed as my bimbo-fighter charged forward now, her sword out. She buried it into the chest of the bull, piercing through its shaggy hide and into its body. It stiffened then collapsed, tongue spilling out of its open mouth. "Yay! I killedy it! Wooty woot!"
She danced up and down, her big boobs jiggling in her breastplate.
The robbed woman whirled around to face me. She was old, her face more wrinkled than my grandma's. She had a turkey neck, the skin sagging. Her hair was snow white. Despite her advanced years, she had unnatural strength to her body.
Way more than she should have.
The old crone glared at me, disgusting on her lips as she flicked down to my cock dripping in the goblin's pussy juices. A contemptible sneer crossed her lips as she yanked her gaze back up to my face. She gripped her staff with wrinkled fingers.
"You are lucky you didn't get trampled, fool!" she said, her voice raspy like she had smoked cigarettes every day for the last century. And she might well be a hundred given how wizened she looked. "Why are you having sex in the middle of the woods? There are monsters around here, idiot!"
I just was astonished by what she had done. "What are you? I mean, you were jumping and swinging that staff. You knocked that bull out cold like a bodybuilder or something."
"I am a woman with manners unlike you," she said, the contempt still in her tone. "As for who I am, you have the pleasure of being saved from your lusty folly by Erotha the Enchantress."
I just gave her a blank look.
"You've never heard of me?" she asked, shaking her head.
"No." I glanced at her. "So you're a mage or something?"
"I am an enchanter." She peered at me then groaned. "You are out here in the Blackmoss Forest with no idea what an enchanter is?"
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling suddenly so sheepish. "Uh, sorry, no. What do you do?"
"You truly are one of the biggest idiots I have met," she said. "Did Aliyama forget to pour a drop of intelligence into your mind? How can you be wandering out here with an adventuring party, and not know about one of the eight basic classes?"
I felt like I had slipped into the wrong class at school on accident. "Sorry."
She let out a heavy sigh. "We are not mages who use magic to unleash elemental forces in external ways." Her eyes narrow. "That means they create explosions and other destructive attacks. Enchanters focus their magic internally. We can buff ourselves and others. Enhance strength, stamina, toughness, hardness, and sharpness. Things like that."
"Garbadak," the goblin I had been fucking squealed. She ran up and hugged me, looking out past me.
Her brows furrowed as she studied her and the other two slaves. "Are you
enslaving
female monsters and fornicating with them?" The contempt in her eyes flared into bright anger. "You despicable lowlife. I shall teach you some proper behavior, pervert!"
"Master doesn't pick apples!" Anni shouted. "He's a nobley hero who fights and loves and fucks and has a biggie dick and--"
"Silence, slattern!" Erotha the Enchantress hissed as she unwound the belt from her robe that cinched it about her waist. "What is wrong with her? Did you do something to her? Some spell."
"Well..."
I bent down and grabbed my phone. "That's really none of your business."
"Defending the innocents from villains
is
my business!" She tightened her grip on the belt, her wrinkled knuckles going white.
"Balteum meus impla cummae adolore!"
She swung it and hit my waist. It wrapped around and struck my ass. Agony erupted. Far, far more than should have happened from a simple belt slapping my side. She didn't even swing it that hard.
I screamed at the pain. Anni gasped and drew her sword. Cally grabbed her bow. My knee almost buckled from that one hit. She put a fucking pain spell on that belt. "You bitch!"
"Oh, you shall pay dearly for that insult, scum," she said, drawing back her belt.
I aimed my phone at her out of reflex as she raised the belt again. I wasn't thinking as I hit the App. The prompt,
"Bimbofy Erotha And Add Her to the Party?"
appeared on my phone. Beneath it was two big buttons:
YES
or
NO
.