The prince barged through the chamber's solid oak doors, hefty wood splinters flying into the jugular of a nearby goblin, its foul blood spewing onto the floor in ridiculous geysers. His perfect blond hair caught the fire light just right as he twirled his sword excessively behind his back, before bringing it down on another goblin's head, splitting it like a coconut.
"Stand aside heretics! I, Prince Elric von Krieger, have come with tidings of JUSTICE!" he bellowed triumphantly, assuming a heroic stance as he propped his boot against a goblin's corpse. In the fire lit marble chamber, he spotted three ugly witches. Why was it always three? Behind them, lay his prize, the Princess Belladonna. He could barely see her through the white shroud that fluttered around her bed, which was saturated with pure, holy light, highlighting her as if on a pedestal.
He lunged at the witches, who snarled in fright at the mass of plate armor that decapitated them all in a ballet of steel. He spared them no second thoughts as he continued past their crumpled bodies, not breaking his stride. "Thou hateful, withered hags...no more! I have come for you my heart's desire! Rejoice!" He sheathed his sword, shaking his magnificent hair so it billowed just right before he pulled back the gossamer curtain to his Princess.
She looked angelic in her silken, white dress, replete with translucent lace, hinting at her nubile form. Her milky cleavage rose and fell to her soft breathing, as she stirred in her sleep. "Oh, my sweet prince," she said gently, her voice more alluring than he expected, "I'm afraid the princess you're looking for-"
"Is in another castle?" he interrupted, blinking his eyes as he realized her voice had dulled him. "Impossible! My map, my quest, CLEARLY states that my love awaits me here! X marks the spot!" his voice imperious and elegant as he shook the map at her, expecting his gesture would suddenly remedy the situation.
She grinned evilly at him. Something wasn't right. "Oh, she awaits you alright...on the floor." her voice had become more sinister, yet seductive. "Along with her mother and sister!" she cackled maliciously as Elric turned around in horror, seeing the headless forms of his bride to be and her royal family.
He shook his head, holding back tears as he unsheathed his weapon once more. "I should've known...it was too easy! You will be brought to justice Belladonna, or should I say, Morgana of the Black Moon!" He loathed to hit women, and loathed even more to kill them, his chivalric teachings always telling him to extend them every mercy, but he had no mercy left, not for this foul harlot.
Suddenly a heavy, intoxicating mist blew into the room, the candle light turning red as the bed sheets and curtains morphed into satiny black covers, with skulls topping the bed posts. Tendrils of fog snaked up from Morgana's feet, slithering around her shapely legs as her plain white dress shifted into an ebony sorceress outfit, with two blackened demonic claws barely holding back her lavish breasts, her pale orbs contrasting exquisitely against the dark dress. Her blonde hair had shimmered into a head of lustrous, black tresses, reaching down to tantalize the swell of her perfectly round ass.
She peered into him with her enchanting, violet eyes, inviting the prince to surrender to her curvy and glistening body, enticing him as she squeezed the ripe mounds of her breasts . Elric quickly found his remorse for murdering his in-laws fading the more he looked upon her supple form, but then remembered she was evil and would pay for this treachery.
"I will see you dead, witch!" he roared, brandishing his sword as he swung to cleave his foe in twain. He did not complete his swing. Impossibly, she held his sword hand back, a purple glow coruscating around her hand. Black magic of course. Putting a finger underneath his chin, she drew him closer in.
He gasped, raspy breaths escaping his throat as he struggled to not look down into the rising valley of her ivory cleavage. She played her finger down his breastplate, unclasping it as she turned his sword to dust.
"Why do you fight me?" she breathed into his ear. "Do you not desire this? Am I not beautiful?"
"You're evil." he coughed, averting his eyes from her luscious lips. "And I fight you because you're evil, and I'm good. It is in your nature to fall."
"My nature to...fall? Oh no sweet prince..." she ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her breasts to his chest. "It is not I who falls today..."
Her nimble fingers caressed his cock, her long black nails teasing his nerves, igniting indecent passion within his loins. Dark magic flowed from her hand, engorging his manhood intolerably. He moaned as his legs gave out, his face sinking in to her soft cleavage.
