Selise and Mara Thornblood, sisters in blood and blade. The products of a great wizard's alchemy, they were blessed from birth with uncanny strength and reflexes, bred to be the spellcaster's ultimate bodyguards. Alas, the concoction was unstable and what brought them into this world took the wizard out of it, devoured in the alchemical flames of their birth.
Now the twin sisters, fully grown and accomplished swords both, ply their bloody trade in a bloody world...
"Are you ready, dear sister?" Mara held the WANTED poster up to the waning sunlight. "The slayer's weight in gold for the demon's head..." she said aloud and then ran her eyes down Selise's nubile body. Selise was black of hair and possessed a purple stare, her unnatural eye color as much a product of alchemy as her surreal beauty. The plunging neckline of her silken robe showed a mile of soft cleavage before turning to the hard, sculpted plate of her armor, clinging to her form like a steel negligee.
"We could always have them count the both of us." she said. "Where one goes, both kill."
Mara smiled. She was the exact image of her sister, but in opposite. Her hair was light and golden, her dark green eyes a contrast to Selise's vivid violets. Selise possessed a pale allure, whereas Mara's complexion was golden, always golden no matter how much or how little sun she got.
"Two hundred eighty pounds of gold..." said Mara. "If we stuff our faces before we show them the head, we could probably get another twenty on top of it."
Selise drew her long sword and regarded the ruined church among the skeletal trees. "As you say, Mara." She took a step forward and surveyed the grounds. "Now I do remember you losing the coin toss. Which means-"
"Yes. I know." muttered Mara, sliding her arm through the bands of her shield and drawing her own sword. "The crypts."
Selise chuckled. "Be a good sport, sister. Besides, you'll probably be the one to face the beast. The ugly ones seldom hide where the sun shines."
An invisible presence regarded the duo, admiring their weapons... and their beauty. It willed the wind to blow through the trees, exposing an even greater window of cleavage across Selise's chest, the creamy slopes of her breasts heaving to the sudden breeze. The ornamental leather flaps around Mara's leather skirt blew up, revealing a pair of lush and plump ass cheeks.
The chill wind made both cease their dawdling, sensing sorcery in the air. The presence was happy, its impatience quelled. Both sisters fanned out through the tall grass, making their way to the demon and destiny.
Their last hunt.
***
Mara walked through the crypts, a torch in the hand where a sword should have been. Gothic arches spanned the corridors, cobwebs filled the dark, and along the floor... nothing but skeletons. Suspicion prickled at her senses.
There were as many skeletons of women as there were of men. She could not fathom that there were that many she-warriors in the world, all of their quests finding their ends beneath the church. Perhaps fallen nuns? That none of their bones were broken further spurred her speculation.
How had the demon killed them?
***
Selise tread among the splintered pews in the church, the shattered roof letting beams of gray daylight dapple the rotten wood and decayed carpets.
She did not expect to face her foe here, but even if she did, she thought it would be yet another grotesque and hulking demon lord. The monster slayer had sent a hundred of their like back to hell before, she would do so again.
Yet she saw nothing of her prey, but for twin golden red eyes that watched her from above the altar, burning in the shadows. She raised her sword high and took a deep breath, her buxom chest rising into mouth watering swells of cleavage against her plate. But the moment she focused her eyes on the fiery orbs, she paused.
She
felt
a thought. A certain... thrilling... sensation seemed to wind its way down through her flesh.
She continued to look into the eyes, searching, wondering if her feeling was just a feeling or something more. Selise felt the impulse again and this time panted heavily. She felt frozen in place and couldn't bring herself to raise her sword any higher.
In fact, she felt best if she lowered it.
Once the blade pointed at the ground, another wave of excitement teased her nerves. Her full breasts rose, and her eyes fluttered as the foreign thought took root in her mind at last.
Come to me.
***
Mara began to ascend the steps up into the church proper. Her torch illuminated ancient drawings along the walls, crudely scraped upon the stone in splotches of indigo and blood. It showed scores of followers, lines leading to circles and circles spinning to lines, the flicker of Mara's flame making them writhe to the play of light and shadow.
They did not look miserable or in pain. Mara looked closer and found their faces, primitively drawn as they were, were contorted in ecstasy. In the center of each circle was a being, horned and magnificent. The creature was shaped like a woman, depicted with flared hips and overabundant tits, and she was rendered in the most vivid shade of purple Mara had ever seen.
The more steps Mara ascended, the more the depictions of the followers changed. They slackened and slumped until they were on their backs, their demon mistress unchanged, as robust as when the drawings began.
Cold realization settled over Mara's heart. She covered the last steps in entire bounds, already seeing the daylight from the dilapidated church above. Selise had no idea what evil had taken root here.
***
Selise dragged her feet ever forward, her blade skidding across ruined rugs and splintered stone. She wanted to be closer to those eyes she saw in the darkness. No. She needed to be closer.
Stop.
Selise stopped moving, the sound of the voice making her gasp with delight. The echoes of it slithered through her mind, her slow and sluggish mind, its keenness dulled, her fears transmuted into anticipation. The command worked its way through her flesh, rooting her feet to the floor.
Take off your robes.
Selise moaned and let her silken layers slide off her shoulders like water. She closed her eyes and arched her back as the command teased and plucked at her senses. Her massive tits jutted out, her sweet flesh swelling to slide out of their steel constraints. A fine layer of sweat rose across her body, her building arousal almost cooking her inside the armor. Fine, clear rivulets of perspiration rolled along the mounds of her bosom, falling into the rising valley of soft cleavage.
A part of her tried to form a thought over this. She knew she was under a spell. She had never been put under a spell before. This part of her tried to resist the pull of the siren call... but only because she knew she was supposed to. Because her sister would expect her to.
The rest of her yielded to alien euphoria, straining her ears to hear more of her seducer's whispers.
Give yourself to me.
Each word induced tremors of pleasure. Selise could not imagine being able to stand for much longer. Unconsciously, she removed her shoulder plate, then began to pull off her leather gloves. Her exposed flesh tingled to the air, as if she was beset by a hundred lips and a hundred tongues. The logical part of her mind observed her seduction from afar, as if divorced and forced out of her physical body, regarding her helpless flesh succumb to every whisper and whim of the creature in the dark.
Drop your sword.
She moaned out load, her fingers releasing the handle at once. Overcome by a sensation of pleasurable drowning, she luxuriated in her own arousal, her quivering pussy bathing her inner thighs in her own moisture, her swollen nipples poking against her armor. The little token resistance that lingered at the outskirts of her mind was no more.
Every one of her own thoughts was suppressed and overpowered, easily and effortlessly, the true Selise pinned under a millstone of ecstasy.
The warrior panted with anticipation, standing in paralyzed agony and pleasure. And then out of the shadows she came. Not her sister, but the author of her seduction. The creature that emerged from the dark was the essence of temptation itself.
It seemed to wear the night, its complexion purplish-black, each bead of perspiration across her strong thighs and mammoth breasts sparkled like the stars themselves. "N... no..." Selise said with an empty mind, taking in the demoness's head, intricate horns spiraling from the sides of her skull like a ram's rack.