Nadia and the Alchemist
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"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.
"Alicia," the gawky girl said. "My name is Alicia Alucard, the Alchemist. And don't you worry your sexy little head, your Highness. The witch Nadia Méchant is as good as handcuffed already."
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Nadia Méchant strained against the handcuffs as she writhed from the impact of another intense orgasm. Her arms were bound to the bed-fame but her legs were wrapped around the muscular waist of a very rugged, very handsome man who was doing an excellent job plowing her tight pussy with his fat, hard cock. Nadia's slender, gazelle-like body wiggled against the damp sheets of the bed beneath her, her large tits quivering with ecstasy and her capture sucked voraciously on one of her pink nipples, and she gasped like an asthmatic because she was too tired to scream anymore. Her long, silky, auburn hair stuck to her glistening body which was drenched in sweat. As his hard, chiseled thighs slapped against the soft flesh of her body Nadia found herself becoming lost in a delirious fog of sex, her pussy erupting with wet explosions of cum, and joyfully submitting to the powerful thrusts of the man who only an hour before handcuffed her to this bed at sword-point. Nadia had been raped before, but rarely had she enjoyed it this much.
"Fucking witch! Stupid slut!" The rugged warrior groaned, squeezing her breasts so hard that the smooth flesh oozed around his strong fingers. His thrusts were becoming more sporadic, sloppy, and his already large penis suddenly swelled a bit more, causing Nadia to whimper feverishly. "I'M CUMMING!!!"
The hunky fighter erupted deep within her, his heavy testicles slapping against her battered labia as he gave one final, brutal thrust, and then arched his strong back upward just to force in every last millimeter of his substantial manhood into the women he had captured. Nadia looked up at the maze of muscles exploding over his glistening chest, admiring his intimidating pectorals and sexy, articulated abs. She loved the sight of a muscular man on top of her, especially one working this hard to fuck her brains out.
Still spurting, the warrior withdrew and violently flogged his thick nine-inches directly into her face. She opened her mouth to receive him, catching a few strands of warm, savory cum onto her tongue, but the rest sprinkling across her face and breasts. As his orgasm subsided he straddled her chest, his musky cock and balls smothering her tired face, making it even harder for the exhausted woman to breath.
"Damn . . . if that wasn't the best pussy I've had in years," he said. His accent was deep and foreign, and just like everything else about him, Nadia found it absurdly sexy. He ran his hand over her face, rubbing his semen into her skin, and he even slapped her around a little. She seemed to like the abuse. "I'm beginning to think that keeping you as a pet is worth a lot more than the gold Queen Nymphoria is going to pay me for dragging your exquisite ass back to Hedonia."
Nadia tried to say something but his ballsack muffled her voice, and she was left with a mouthful of his salty nuts instead.
"Shut the fuck up, honey. Nothing you can say is going to affect my decision. Whether or not ol' Gallion wants to keep you as his personal fuck-toy is up to no one but ol' Gallion himself . . . Gallion being me."
The warrior crawled off his conquest and stepped over to the window. The small town outside was a mess. Entire buildings had been destroyed and a few small fires were still burning from the morning's battle. The streets were strewn with the unconscious bodies of other mercenaries and bounty-hunters, many of them partially naked and left in various humiliating possessions, some being sodomized by their own weapons. Gallion had been one of a few dozen bounty-hunters to corner Nadia that morning, but he was the only one smart enough to wait while the sorceress wasted all her energy defeating the band of archers, elven swordsmen, and ogre brutes. Gallion moved in for the kill when Nadia had felled the last of them, when she was so tired she could barely support her own heaving breasts. One well placed punch to her gut and it had been over. Gallion dragged her into the inn by her hair and cut off her dress with his sword before spending the last hour or so enjoying his prize. And it seemed she enjoyed it too. Right now his muscular ass was inches away from her face, and she was lustfully staring at it like a love-struck virgin.
"Gallion . . . you're . . . holy shit . . . you're so fucking awesome," Nadia gasped kissing his firm buttocks. "Such a fucking stud. I love a man who knows how to take control and fuck a girl senseless with a big, fat cock. I'd really enjoy being your sex-pet, but sadly I've got places to be, and no more time to play."
"You really don't have a say in the matter, whore," Gallion growled. He was considering slapping the shit out of her, but as her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass he reconsidered.
Wait . . . HER HANDS!
