Not far (but just far enough) from the bustling little town of Ville de Joliesse, deep in the dark and mountainous forests that separated the queendom of Hedonia from the Western Marches, there was a tall, mysterious, and bewildering castle. The dark pines of the forest grew so thickly around it that few had ever seen most of the castle itself, but spiraling over the piney crest were dozens of mismatched towers, some made of stone and some made of glass, some thick and stout while others were spindly and teetering. None of the villagers of Ville de Joliesse dared even approach the place unless invited (as the most handsome and amorous sometimes were), because the castle was infested with all sorts of strange and terrifying beasts. Brawny griffins and sinuous drakes roared at each other from the rooftops, the naked bodies of satyrs and nymphs frolicked in the gardens, and even in the fountains lurked lusty mermaids waiting to snatch at any warm body foolish enough to approach.
But nothing in the bewildering castle inspired more curiosity and dread than its master, a woman of indiscernible age and impossible youth, whose wild and unpredictable passions had destroyed just as many lovers as had enraptured. The old men of the village called her a succubus, the young men called her a goddess, the old women called her a demoness, and the young women called her beautiful. Nadia Méchant was many things; as sorceress, seductress, slut, savior, and indeed a witch, but right now she was just happy.
"He's coming! He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming," Nadia chanted, skipping around her sunny garden on her gazelle-like legs. She wasn't wearing much, being that it was a warm day, and her tall, slender but busty body was covered by nothing more than a transparent robe of soft red charmeuse that did nothing to constrain her full, firm, bouncing breasts or the salacious curves of her toned body. The warm light of the sun pieced right through her robes, leaving the provocative arches of her body radiating through like a fiery spirit of sex. Her long auburn hair flowed down her body like molten gold, and even the green irises of her eyes seemed to blaze with an inner fire. "He's coming! I am going to get so FUCKED tonight!"
"Who's coming?" an annoyed tomboyish voice asked. "Yet another one of your lovers?" Standing in the doorway to the garden was a cute young woman you couldn't have been more than twenty years old, yet even for that age she was petite. Her blonde hair was messy and tied back with a little red bandanna, revealing one large cynical blue eye that matched her pouty pink lips for pessimism. Her breasts were small, perky, and the undersides of them were left bare by the insufficiently sized white shirt she wore, but despite being a tight little cutie she was like a dandelion compared to the sunflower that was Nadia. Lillian Toad didn't care for comparing herself to Nadia much though, unless it was for disparaging her mistress for being so irresponsible and slutty.
"Jealous?" Nadia giggled, smiling like a cat while clutching the letter Lily had just delivered. "I've got hot studs practically throwing their fat cocks against my door every night, and you haven't gotten laid since when? Was it last month when you fell into the gnome's den and you got that ugly, wart-covered cock buried ten inches deep into your skinny ass?"
"I was only in that gnome's den because you sent me in there to pick those deathcap mushrooms... you bitch," Lily hissed, saying the last part just quietly enough that Nadia could pretend to not have heard it. Being Nadia's assistant and apprentice was not easy, and although it meant a poor orphan like Lily got to grow up in a splendid, enchanting castle, she also often found herself being used for bizarre and perverted sexual experiments, or getting gang-banged by ogres with green dicks bigger than he forearm.
Nadia just snickered and excitedly bit her lip, thinking about her coming guest. She was hot. Her nipples were so erect that they were pulling the silk charmeuse up over the heaving fullness of her breasts, and a damp spot was forming between her legs. Nadia was a shameless hedonist blessed with an insatiable nymphomania, but even for her this was excited. Her expressive green eyes were looking up at the crowded spires of her castle dreamily, happily fantasizing about her impending sexual tryst, her mouth even popping into a wide circle as she imagined sucking a hot, thick penis.
"So who is coming?" a girly boy asked this time. Nadia looked back into the colorful explosion that was her garden to see her other apprentice, Patrick 'Pad' Toad, shyly approaching. He was busy tending to the plants and picking the strange alchemical ingredients he grew here, his basket already heavy with mandrakes, fairy-petals, nyx-blossom, and hissing-snapdragons; all the ingredients Nadia needed to make some very powerful recreational drugs. Pad was an adorable boy, which was largely the reason Nadia made him her apprentice, regardless of his skills in alchemy, and he was also very submissive, which a dominatrix like Nadia just loved. His young body was shirtless and glistening with sweat, his normally pale skin slightly tanned and his messy blonde hair shining radiantly in the sunlight. His lovely (if somewhat feminine face) had two bandages on it, one from a rose's thorn while tending the garden, and the other from Nadia's sharp nails when she slapped him during sex. For a young man with a petite body like his sister's, Pad's small shorts were absolutely packed. Between his legs hung a bulge so mighty he could have been hiding a cucumber in it... a BIG cucumber. That, more than anything, was why Nadia took him and his sister into her home.
Nadia shivered and moaned happily when she thought of her guest. As she said the name the tip of her long tongue flicked the across the top of her mouth in anticipation of what she'd be using it for tonight. "Rhys Faulkner."
"Who?" the identical twins asked. Nadia had many lovers, but this one had obviously left a major impression with her. The fact that she remembered his name put him a very privileged minority of men she had fucked.
Nadia sat down on the edge of a fountain leaned back, letting the hot sun wash over her stunning cleavage. Unembarrassed, she spread her legs and let her hand glide over the wet surface of her vulva. Neither Lily or Pad looked away. They had seen so much more from Nadia that masturbation was as casual as sneezing, although poor Pad couldn't stop himself from whimpering as his tremendous burden started to harden in his tight shorts.
"It was before I took either of you as apprentices, so I don't think either of you kiddies would have met him. If you had I'm sure you'd remember him... especially you Lily. I doubt he'd let a cute little girl like you get passed him with a nice, hard fuck."
Lily just grunted. She did not regard herself as some dimwitted horny little schoolgirl, despite the number of times she had been used as a disposable cock-cushion by Nadia's enemies.
"It was a few years after I had broken up with Queen Nymphoria that she really started to go crazy about wanting me back, and she started sending mercenaries after me to bring me back by force. Poor bitch. After getting a taste of my pussy she never could get over it. Anyway, she started offering lordships and dukedoms to anyone who could catch me, and one minor lord from some minor kingdom in some minor part of the world started to get ambitions. He sent his greatest knight to subdue me and drag me back to Nymphoria in chains, naked and vulnerable. That way the lord could get his dukedom, the knight could get his honor, and Nymphoria could get me."
"Let me guess," Lily cut in. "That poor knight was Rhys."
"Oh yes," Nadia gasped, as if she had just been penetrated by a thick cock. "And he did subdue me most heroically, the stud. I'm serious. I didn't play around with my pursuers back then like I do know. I really tried to kill him, and yet he defeated me, stripped me naked, bound me in rune-covered chains that dampened my magic, and he dragged me hundreds of miles towards Hedonia. Of course there were plenty of cold, lonely nights before that, the kind of nights that forced two enemies to take comfort in the warmth of each other's hard, sticky bodies, and by the time we were within eyesight of the capital he just changed his mind, and let me go. I had really worked a different kind of magic over him." Nadia giggled, pulling her robes down to let one breast free, and she started to impatiently tweak her erect nipple.
"You mean you fucked him a lot," Lily shrugged.
"In every slutty, messy, sloppy, lip-smacking way possible, yes," Nadia said. "I sucked his cock like it was made of sugar. I kissed him like I couldn't breathe without him. I pushed my beating tits against the rock-hard muscles of his chest so hard they felt ready to pop. There were some mornings that neither of us could walk, we had fucked so hard the night before. He beat my pussy up just the way I like it: hard and fast, never bothering to ask for permission, just taking me like a man, pushing my face into the ground while plowing my ass with thrusts so angry it felt like he was spanking me. Every night our hot, sweaty-"
