This is a fictional story for adults only! If you are not of the legal age of consent (18+) you are not permitted to view this content. All characters in this story are of age. This story contains scenes of nonconsent/ reluctant sex.
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Within the walls of a large building known as, "The Church of the Damned '', a man, hooded and cloaked, cursed at the women he saw coming towards his sanctuary.
"Confound it!" shouted the hooded man, "Can't those harlots leave me to my work?!"
In the glass of the mirror, the two women approached the church. One with blonde, shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. As armor she wore two large steel horned shoulder pads, a brown top that looked far too small for her immense bosom. A pair of leather gloves covered her hands almost up to her elbows. A short, brown skirt with a black belt, and a brown leather satchel clung to her shapely hips. Steel-plated boots protected her flawless legs and delicate feet. She was a gorgeous warrior to say the least.
Next to her was an elven woman. Her red hair pulled in a ponytail. Her long ears sticking out proudly. A golden, mithril chainmail draped over her enormous bust. Her breasts were surprisingly a bit larger than her companion's bouncy pair. Gold vambraces matched her top and skirt well. Her feet practically bare saved for her sandals, with a thin strip of leather that ran up her legs.
"Do you think he knows we're approaching, Joscelin?" asked the elf maiden.
Joscelin answered, still making haste towards the church, "I do not doubt it, Gwendolyn."
Both divine beauties made their way to the large wooden doors. They turned to each other, both giving a nod to show that they were ready. Then, with a swift kick, Josie broke open the doors. Sending bits and splinters souring. The hooded magician flung a fireball at the pair, causing both to roll to the side. One went left, the other went right. The ball of flame flew out the door, hitting a nearby tree.
Gwen fired her arrow from her golden bow. It barely missed the man, hitting his hood instead. Now revealed, the magician's face was surprising to say the least. He was a young man. His hair short and parted down the middle. It was almost as black as the robes he wore. Small little flakes of dead skin clung to the greasy-looking mane.
His face consisted of pimples and freckles. A scrawny, pathetic looking young man stood before the sexy maidens. He readied another fireball, this one aimed at the elf's biggest targets. He slung the ball causing Gwendolyn to dodge yet again. This gave Joscelin the opportunity she needed. She unsheathed her longsword and leaped over the chairs between her and him.
She used the blunt end of the sword's handle, sending it crashing atop his flaky dome. The young warlock fell hard, his head spinning as his eyes saw stars. Josie held the sharp tip of cold steel to his throat.
"P..please! Don't kill me!" he cried.
"Good work, Joscelin." said Gwen as she walked towards her companion, "So this, twerp, was the one that threatened Princess Sophie?"
Joscelin gave a nod, "Yes. Young Jerald here will have a wonderful welcome awaiting him, once we make it back to Atheinia."
The young mage known as Jerald, had attempted to kidnap the King's daughter. Wanting to use her for his lustful practices. The king had appointed Josie and Gwen the task of finding him, and bringing him back. No doubt to be hanged in the city square.
"That bitch had it coming..." Jerald announced. This outburst was met with a swift kick to his side by Gwendolyn, "That's no way to talk about a lady." the red-headed elf said.
The babes prepared to bind his hands, but the young man struggled. Of course they could hold him, but in his flailing about, Jerald knocked over a strange, black book resting atop the altar. When the book hit the wooden floor, it's pages flipped several times. Finally stopping on two, blank pages.
"Huh? What's this?" asked Josie.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that..." Jerald said suspiciously.
Gwen held the novice magician's hands from behind, Β while her blonde friend picked up the strange book. As she stared at the blank pages, one word began to bleed through the parchment, "Wodun".
Jerald snatched one of his hands-free, aiming it at the Buxom Beauty he shouted a curse, "Grol-lockting!"
A hazy mist engulfed the busty blonde. It swirled around her curvaceous form, then began to spiral into the book itself. Josie could make out the faint image of a lush, green forest. As Gwen went to subdue Jearld again, he quickly turned and hit her with another spell. This one sent her flying. Hitting the back of her head on a wooden post, the big-breasted archer was knocked unconscious. Josie, however, was being sucked through the book. In only a matter of seconds she was flung into a vortex. Traveling across time itself. The book fell closed, and Jerald turned to the unconscious elf and smiled devilishly.
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" Hold right there, winch!" shouted a man in tattered leather clothing. He was accompanied by six other people. Six men and one woman, all wearing similar rags. Each wore an insignia of a dragon with an arrow piercing its heart. The man held a dagger up towards a boulder breasted blonde.
The woman wore little in the way of protection. Her "breastplate" was nothing more than two steel triangular guards. Doing nothing more than shielding her nipples from the lustrous gazes of the bandits holding her up. The woman's cleft protected only by another strip of steel, acting mostly as a chastity belt in away. Her arms and legs were protected a bit more with long, steel greaves and steel boots. While her armor was impractical and scandalously revealing, the curvaceous beauty did not flinch at being caught off guard.
She had just woken from her slumber. As the early sun rose over the horizon, the gang of misfits had finally tracked her down. Each one of their eyes drank in the sight of this absolute goddess. Her angelic face is a thing of true beauty. Her sapphire eyes glared at the bandits as they looked her up and down. Their eyes fell on her humongous, rounded breasts as they rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing. The ones that moved behind her, encircling the babe so she was unable to retreat from the situation, got a wonderful look at her giant glutes. Much like her tits, her ass cheeks were too rounded like two boulders of palatable flesh, begging for a big, hard cock between them.