Mistress Mahika (NSFW)

[Hamadryad]

MISTRESS MAHIKA​

The Main Characters (NSFW)​

With a bloodcurdling screech and the horrific sound of tearing flesh, the last attacker cluttered to the floor before Kevik the Red, clutching at his out-turned belly as he gasped for air. The red beast hulking over him, his skin crimson red and strewn with bulging muscles, raised his sword and the cowering human on the floor cowered.

Though the swing never came and as the fallen human slowly opened his eyes he spied a smaller figure approaching. Her skin was pale and her head horned, a smooth and thick tail fluttering about alluringly behind her as she walked. She wore naught but an ornate blue loincloth which dangled from just over her groin to between her knees, and on her arms she bore two long blue sleeves which started at her elbows and ended in gloves on her hands. The creature was stunning to look at even in the soldier’s dying moments. Her large, soft and jiggly bust was bare and her hips were wide. Her face seemed as though it was chiselled out by angels, her eyes a deep blue.

“Now, now, Kevik, don’t get so carried away,” she said towards the hulking, though hunched over beast as she approached, her voice was a smooth and delicate as a harp. Delicate fingers roamed through the beast’s long black mane as what could only be a Tiefling came to stand beside him. She looked the last man up and down, her eyes sweeping across his gaping wound for a moment, a small hint of a frown forming in the corner of her lips.

“You will not live long,” she uttered to the man as she stepped before her red servant, kneeling at the wounded soldier’s side. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape, almost painting a look of innocence on his bloodstained, yet old and weary face. She laid the back of an index finger on his cheek, knowing full well that even though she had killed him, he had fallen for her.

“Who sent you and your comrades after me,” she asked, her voice suddenly serious and demanding, “Where are they encamped, and what do they number? You will tell me”. Her hand dropped to the soldier’s wound, jamming its way passed his own hand and into the gaping red mess. The man howled in pain as she wriggled her hand around.

“Baron Ferdinand!”, he screeched. His loyalty didn’t last long in the face of pain. The Tiefling knew far too well of this Baron, and his fief. She had come into a conflict with a few of his men days earlier while trying to pass through to the Elven forests of Gwynir, they aimed to stop her on account of her species. They were not wrong to do so, Tieflings were often devious and evil, and far more powerful than most humans. “His garrison is no larger than most,” the soldier uttered breathlessly as the Tiefling withdrew her hand, soaked with dripping blood.

Mahika, for that was the Tiefling’s name, knew also of what to expect when she moved on the Baron’s hold. She smiled warmly at the soldier, returning to stroking his cheek with a clean hand, though there was a wickedness hidden behind her plump lips. Once more the Tiefling’s hand plunged into the depths of the soldier’s wound. Screams filled the plain as she wrenched her arm backward as she stood, pulling free the man’s larger intestines, much like one would pull a chain on an animal. His eyes were wide once more, though this time from pure horror than from love. His last sight was of the wicked Tiefling standing over him with his innards in her delicate hand. Light faded from his world.

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Mahika sat by her conjured campfire, the stars of the night shining like dim little beacons in the night sky. She laid against the firm chest of her servant, Kevik, who lay on his side behind her. The hulking red creature stroked delicately at his mistresses’ long black hair, she liked that. In her now clean palms rested a great tome on the old and forbidden arts of Necromancy, a school of magic Mahika aspired to learn one day. Though, there was nothing special about such an ambition, as she hoped to one day master all forms of magic.

“Will we still go to Gwynir, mistress?” Kevik asked in a deep voice, though oddly soft and placid for an intimidating being such as himself.

“This pesky Baron has delayed those plans, my sweet,” she returned, still largely focusing on her tome.

“Why do they always try to hurt us?” he said.

“That is the way of the world,” Mahika replied, closing her tome softly. He was a simple being, utterly bound to her will through magical puppetry, though he still often asked questions of her. “Both my kind and yours are not so welcome in the lands of man. He fears us, for he knows we are better than him. Jealousy, is all it is, though we suffer for it,” she continued as she shifted her body sideward slightly, her head turning to look over his body as he lay behind her.

“Though, their beliefs are mostly formed out of lies and tales, spun by the Lords and faithful men of their realms to strike fear into their dumb little smallfolk,” her eyes fell to his privates, “though in truth, they desire us”.

Her hand reached outward, smooth and delicate fingers wrapping around his flaccid length, which was an impressive sight even when flaccid, “The men lust after our Godess-like looks, our fine faces and large bouncing breasts. They long to taste the honey of our lower lips,” she explained as her hand stroked along his long crimson rod, feeling the veins beginning to pump at her touch, rolling his upper skin in her hand for a moment before returning to the massaging.

“Oh, and the women lust after our men all the same,” she continued. His cock hardened in her grip. “They drip at the mouth over the thought of our men’s devine cocks, bulbous and throbbing. Their seed sour like man, but in greater quality and so much smoother. They lasted longer too, some women even liken them to a battering ram. I can see what they mean,

“That, is why Mankind despises me,” she said as she discarded her book aside, turning and pressing a palm into Kevik’s shoulder to turn him onto his back. She was graceful in her movements as she mounted him, her hand working at his length all the while. With a free hand she swept the front of her loincloth up and over her thigh, revealing the thick, smooth lips below.

“And why do they hate you?” she asked as she moved upward, gorging her lips on the end of his immense cock before slowly lowering herself onto it. Her fingers squeezed into his chest as she indulged in his fleshy rod, getting about halfway before slamming her groin downward, impaling herself on the rest of it with a pleasured gasp.

“A-ah,” she uttered, “there’s a reason”. Slowly she began to buck herself onto him, she started slow at first as she reconditioned herself to the length that she’d taken many times before. Though soon she built up a rhythm, her hips slapping against his as she took rode him. She felt his meaty, clawed fingers dig into her fine and bouncy rump, watched as his head craned back and veins popped out in his neck. He loved her, and he loved this, she knew as much.

“Though,” she continued breathlessly, “your kind are strong warriors and quick to anger. And very susceptible to the pleasures of flesh,” his cock rammed especially deep as he rocked his hips upward with one of her own thrusts, and she yelped in pleasured pain. The Tiefling sat up slightly, running her hands over her horns and through her hair as she closed her eyes, her bouncing bust attracted a groping hand of her partner.

“Your kind, when left unchecked preys on the lands of men, killing, raping and plundering”, her thighs squeezed together as she felt her climax approaching, “It’s.. A-ah! Understandable why they…” she trailed off into a long gasp as his hand fell back to her hips and he began to strongly thrust into her, bouncing his pelvis upward into her soft, slick lips. She cried out in pleasure before falling silent, thighs slamming together as her tunnel tightened around Kevik’s cock. Her muscles spasmed and her lips quivered as the orgasm rocked her. Afterwards, she fell backward, though Kevik continued to rock into her now hypersensitive tunnel. It tickled at her so badly she almost fell into madness, though she took it so that her servant could finish off. Finally, his crimson red length throbbed and spasmed within her, thick spurts of his seed spraying out into her insides. About halfway through she pulled herself off, a wet slurping noise sounded as she freed her agape lips of his rod. Though he wasn’t done, and the thick white fluid shot up along her groin and belly, a few drops staining her loincloth.

“And that is why they hate us,” she uttered, “For they’ll never experience that”. Kevik took her up in her strong arms, his half flaccid cock resting over her thigh as he cradled her before him. As they lay on their sides staring into the dying fire before them in their sex-driven haze, sleep eventually took them.

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TO BE CONTINUED​