Nadia and the Alchemist
#####
"All hail the Goddess Incarnate! All hail the Mother of Beauty! All hail Queen Nymphoria!"
"All hail Queen Nymphoria!" a hundred musically feminine voices responded.
The red carpet which ran to the golden throne of Queen Nymphoria was flanked on either side by fifty paladins, the most elite warriors and priestesses of the Queendom of Hedonia, each of them a strikingly arousing woman in her sexual peak. Masters of magic as much as warfare, the armor of the paladins was composed of little more than small plates of mithril studded with arcane gems, the totality of which covered little more than there smooth, heaving breasts and the firm, toned buttocks. The newest acolytes of the paladin order wore little more than small mithril nipple-plates and a gem studded thong, whereas the more senior sisters had full plate running down their arms and legs, but by tradition kept their generous cleavage and perky asses exposed. The magic of their armor deflected swords and arrows much surer than any steel could, and beauty (a concept the people of Hedonia worshipped above all others) was rarely practical.
As beautiful and arousing as they all were, Queen Nymphoria put them all to shame, making them seem as candles compared to a blazing wildfire. Unlike most Hedonians who were blonde, fair-skinned and blue-eyed, Nymphoria's father had been an ebony skinned warrior from the South, who dominated her mother in combat and then in sex, mounting and impregnating the queen there on the battlefield, producing a most beautiful daughter. Her skin was the meeting point of her parents', being the color of cinnamon, her curly hair the color of milk chocolate, and her eyes like polished bronze. The only clothing she wore was her spiraling golden crown, dangerously high heeled stilettos, and a transparent gown of golden cloth, through which her dark nipples stood erect, and her hypnotizing body swayed naked for all to see and worship. Her paladins responded to her presence with heavy breaths, glistening sweat, and uncomfortable fidgeting. It was impossible to stand in the presence of Queen Nymphoria and not become aroused, but by resisting the urge to spontaneously orgasm, the paladins proved their discipline.
As the Queen sat on her throne she was approached by the her Arch-Paladin, Severine Belladonna, another woman of curvaceous beauty. Her burdensome breasts nearly spilled out of a small breastplate of gold, and her muscular buttocks threatened to snap her tiny thong with a single flex. Severine kneeled, bringing her puffy gold-painted lips to the Queen's foot, kissing it softly, slowly working her way up the ankle and to the calf. She would have gone much further if the Queen had not stopped her.
"What of the witch?" the Queen asked, her nipples hardening at the mere mention of her obsession.
"Traditional witch-hunters are useless against her, and sending our most capable warriors after her has been a waste. Even your loyal paladins have failed you my Goddess. After my daughter Chancy and my niece Nicolette failed to apprehend her we began resorting to mercenaries and warriors of a less . . . 'refined' nature."
The Queen chuckled, her titanic breasts fluctuating slightly. "Ogres, orcs, goblins, and trolls. Disgusting creatures, although I've had my fun their kind in my youth. It's so hard to find a handsome human quite as . . . 'endowed' as such monsters are." The Queen licked her lips remembering the uncouth and violent orcs she had consorted with as a teenager; partly to enrage her mother, partly for the wild, exhausting sex.
"The witch has either evaded or broken all of them. Her wiles are not to be underestimated. Even I . . .," but Severine could hardly finish her sentence without a blush coming to her usually severe and cold face. ". . . even I was seduced by her."
The Queen sighed and ran her hand gently down the curvature of her breasts, slightly grazing over the top of her sensitive nipples. "Yes. She is irresistible. I don't blame you for being tempted Severine, or your daughter, or your niece. We Hedonians are creatures of pleasure and beauty; it is only natural for us to be drawn to a woman of such wild passions."
"Which is exactly why you should employ someone with wild passions of her own, you Highness!"
All one-hundred paladins turned in shock to see that an intruder had suddenly appeared in the royal throne room. A figure with poor posture stood in the middle of the room, draped in a heavy cloak and hood.
"Heathen! How dare you intrude upon the Queen's sacred presence!" Severine yelled, withdrawing a small, elegant dagger from her thong and whipping it through the air.
The dagger would have pierced the intruder right in the neck, a fatal blow, but the hooded person suddenly tossed a small vial into the air. There was a puff of smoke as the dagger hit the vial, and before the weapon could hit the ground it was gone, disintegrated into rust, as if it suddenly aged a thousand years in a single second.
"Alchemy," Queen Nymphoria gasped. She was impressed, curious, and aroused. "Potent alchemy! You must be quite the scientist, dear intruder."
"Science in my passion, your Highness, not sex," the hooded person said while bowing, "which is exactly why I'm the best person suited for the job of catching this slutty sorceress of yours. I'm not Hedonian, which means I can go more than a day without an orgasm and still remain functional, which brings into question the wisdom of sending a bunch of horny sluts to capture a well known seductress in the first place. No disrespect intended."
Severine growled but the Queen laughed, her beautiful voice like an angel having sex. "None taken, my mysterious guest. But tell me, my vendetta against the witch in rather personal, what is your interest in it?"
The shrouded woman shrugged. "Gold. What else. Alchemy is an expensive hobby."
The Queen bit her lip and she unconsciously twisted one of her dark nipples, becoming aroused at the prospect of a new strategy. The stranger was right about one thing, Hedonians, especially Queen Nymphoria herself, couldn't go more than an few hours without sexual pleasure.
"Alright, alchemist," the Queen nodded. "If you can capture the witch, ALIVE, I will reward you with as much gold as you could ever possibly need, to pursue your queer, lonely hobby."
The figure bowed again. "Thanks, your Highness."
"But before you leave, tell me your name, and let me get a look at you."
The shrouded woman shrugged and pulled her hood back, revealing a cute but not overwhelmingly attractive woman. Her messy brunette hair was woven into a long braid that wrapped around her neck, and her large brown eyes were partially hidden by a small pair of rectangular spectacles. Her bosom was large enough to arouse, but it was all hidden behind a tightly buttoned blouse, and her skirts fell all the way to her ankles. Queen Nymphoria had never seen a human being wearing so much clothing before. Even in winter Hedonians refused to cover their sculpted bodies, preferring to use magic to keep themselves warm.
