Adventures of Bernard
Witch’s Toy

	Bernard looked at the bulletin board at the Drunk Satyr. He was being a little indecisive about the jobs available. He knew some of the jobs would probably be too much for him on his own and he was trying to figure out which one would suit him. He wasn’t alone in his search. Standing next to him was his friend and fellow adventurer, Mosni. 

“How do your prospects look, Bernard?” Mosni asked.

“Not really the best,” Bernard replied, “It’s difficult given my skill set. How about you, Mosni?”

“I’m having some issues finding a good job myself,” Mosni said.

	Bernard found that a little hard to believe. Unlike himself, Mosni was more equipped for adventuring than he seemed to be. At least, most people took her seriously. Mosni was a tall elk woman with a body that was a good mix of muscular and curvy. She was dressed in a sturdy cloth top and a pleated leather skirt. Along with those she wore metal shoulderpads, bracers, and shinguards. Her pieces of armor bore the insignia of the Nigrico Amazon Tribe, one of the tribal societies in Draewick who had reversed gender roles with women being the strong warriors while the men stayed at home and looked after the children. Mosni had become an adventurer of the warrior/fighter class with her fighting prowess and knowledge. She offered very good advice to Bernard a great deal of the time and acted as a good friend.

	As They continued the look through the ads, Bernard’s eyes spotted something; A job that seemed just right. He pulled it from the board and took a closer look of the ad. Mosni noticed his rather decisive grab for the sheet. She looked at him and saw a smile come on to his face.

“Find something suited for you?” Mosni asked.

“Something perfect for me. Listen,” Bernard said before reading the information on the ad out loud, “Wanted: Rogue Class Adventurer Job: Retrieve item from Witch’s Hut, To apply or for more information, visit 119 Appleton Way in Johnstown. That’s right in our town! It’s perfect.”

Mosni looked at Bernard with a concerned expression, “Uh, are you sure that’s a good job for you?”

“I’m an adventurer of the rogue class,” Bernard justified.

“You’re a scout,” She pointed out.

“Yes, but I’ve been working on my lockpick and stealth skills,” Bernard explained, “If I plan this out well enough, I should be fine to sneak into someone’s home.”

“That someone being a witch,” Mosni reminded him flatly.

“Whether she’s a witch or not, I’ll be fine if I’m careful,” Bernard said.

Mosni knew this was heading for disaster for her compatriot, but she knew it was going to be difficult to change his mind. She instead decided to give him some advice.

“Just be careful, women don’t like to have possessions taken from them or their private spaces snuck into,” Mosni advised, “Especially when they have magical powers.”

“Thanks for the words of wisdom, Mo. I’ll talk to you when I later,” Bernard said as he walked towards the door and Mosni just shook her head.

	A short while later, Bernard arrived at 119 Appleton Way, the residence of the client. Bernard knocked on the door and was greeted by a young man about Bernard’s age. The young man in question was a tall tabby with orange fur and green eyes.

“Good day to you, Sir,” Bernard greeted politely.

“Uh, may I help you?” The tabby asked.

“Yes, I saw this flier at the Drunk Satyr and wondered if the job was still open,” Bernard said.

“Wait, you’re the adventurer taking on the job offer I posted?” he said incredulously.

“Yes, I am. Bernard Fanak, Rogue Class Adventurer, at your service,” Bernard said.

The Tabby sighed and said, “Very well. Come in.”

Bernard followed him into the house and into the den. The client took a seat on the couch while Bernard found a chair across from him near a small table.

“I’m Cerridin Emrys,” the client said introducing himself, “I’m surprised you’re the one who answered the job request.”

“Why’s that?” Bernard asked.

“Well, truthfully, I was expecting someone else,” He said, causing Bernard’s brow to furrow at the insult hidden there, “However, Your size may be useful for what I need done.”

Bernard smiled as someone seemed willing to actually take him seriously, “So what’s this item you need retrieved and where’s this witch’s hut or the witch in question?”

Cerridin put his hands together thoughtfully, “The witch is Nomria. She’s a local witch who resides in a small hut in a nearby forest. She’s known as a wonderful apothecary and mage but has a reputation for being a seductress. Her appetites being of a dangerous nature and like a succubus, she feeds on the life force and sexual energies of any man unlucky enough to fall into a her clutches.”

“You don’t seem to like her much,” Bernard said.

“It’s because I was in her clutches once. She seduced me and drained me almost regularly. I barely escaped having my life taken or becoming impotent,” Cerridin said with a shudder, “Unfortunately, I forgot something while I was in her clutches; a ring.”

“A ring?” Bernard asked curiously.

“Not just any ring! It’s a family heirloom. It was an engagement ring that my great-great grandfather gave to my great-great grandmother and has been passed down my family line for generations. It is a gold ring decorated with a green gemstone and crafted to resemble two dragons holding it. The men of Emrys family give it to our sons to give to our wives-to-be,” Cerridin elaborated, “Nomria stole it from me. Now, I can never give it to the woman I love and get married. My father won’t allow me to buy a new one either. I also fear that Nomria may use witchcraft on the ring and use it to manipulate me in some way. That’s why I need you, Mr. Fanak. Go to Nomria’s home and steal back the ring, without her knowing if possible.”

Bernard nodded, “Alright, I’ll take the job but I would like to know about payment.”

“I can give you 500 gold for this job,” Cerridin said, pulling out a bag of coins and handing it to Bernard, “here’s 250 upfront and you’ll get the other half when I have the ring.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Bernard said accepting the payment, “I will get you the ring as soon as possible.”

	Bernard offered his hand which Cerridin accepted and shook on it in agreement. After leaving the Emrys Residence, Bernard decided to learn more about Nomria. As he spoke to other townsfolk, He did discover that she had a mixed reputation. Some people saying she was a powerful witch and sorceress who helped people and worked at the local apothecary while others claimed that she was this dark sinister sorceress who drained men’s vitality and used her magic against people who crossed her. Thanks to this investigation, he’d also discovered that Nomria was away at some witch’s gathering and wouldn’t be back for quite some time. This of course made his day and allowed the fennec fox to make his plan.

	Bernard figured with Nomria gone, he could slip into her home, get Cerridin’s ring and return it to him without having to come face to face with Nomria. It was perfect. The next day, he went out to the woods and found Nomria’s home. The hut was very much what one would expect; a small cylindrical brick building with a cone roof and a small smoke stack like chimney coming out of it. Bernard came to the door and pulled out his lock pick kit. After fiddling with the lock for several minutes, the fennec adventurer cracked it and entered the home. It was dark with only the light from the windows pouring into the cottage lighting the interior. The place was lightly furnished with chairs, books shelves, a large bed, and a long table with a clutter of test tubes and beakers. 

	The foxy young man began to look around for the ring that Cerridin described. He carefully looked through the set of chemistry items and other places, making sure to put things back in the place they were before he arrived. He narrowed down his search to a nightstand next to the bed with a couple of drawers. He opened the bottom one first and discovered an assortment of dildos of various shapes, sizes, and colors. He blushed profusely and closed the drawer. He opened the next drawer and found a couple of books and papers along with the very ring he was looking for. He took it from the drawer and examined it. It matched the description of a gold ring decorated with dragons and a green gem. He smiled.

“Jackpot,” Bernard said. He was about to pocket it when suddenly the fireplace flared to life.

He gazed over to the fire place. It wasn’t aflame until now. Then he heard the opening of the front door and he cursed under his breath as he turned to the door.

“Fuck my luck,” He said as he saw what he assumed had to be Nomria.

	She was a cat with purplish-black fur with vibrant turquoise eyes. Her ebon hair was short with a couple of long bangs on the sides and in the middle of her face framing her loveliness. Her curvaceous form was accentuated by a gothic lolita type of dress with a skirt that flared out and a corset with midnight blue thread. To top off her look was a black pointed hat with a wide brim. Bernard was simply frozen in place in shock as he saw this beauty standing there for a few moments staring at him. Her eyes took in the strange sight of the small fox standing in her home before they drifted down to his hands and saw the gold ring in between his fingers. Her brows furrowed in anger.

“Thief!” She cried before sending an swirly dark purple ball of energy at him.

Bernard just barely managed to dodge the attack and continued to dodge more attacks.

“I’ll teach you to steal from a witch!” Nomria said as threw another barrage of blasts. 

	While dodging and running around the small hut, Bernard glanced over to the curvy caster. As she shot the blasts from her hands, her bosom shook in her top. Her beauty was already bewitching him and stimulating his arousal. However, he got a little too distracted as while he was run he smacked into a wall, making the fennec fox dizzy.

“Now, I’ve got you,” Nomria said summoning a fireball and sending it towards him.

	Bernard regained his equilibrium just in time, quickly leaping upward to try and avoid the fireball. While he seemed to narrowly avoid it for the most part, the flames of the burning sphere set alight his pants’ crotch. Bernard panicked.

“AH!HOT!HOT!HOT! Not there! I need that!” He said starting to pat himself out. He attempted to survey the damage when Nomria came up to him.

“Enough of this foolishness!” She said.

Bernard froze and turned around without thinking.

“Who are y-BY THE GODDESS! WHAT IS THAT?!?!” Nomria said leaping back slightly with her eyes focused downward.

	Bernard froze by her sudden freak out and tried to understand what she was looking at. Of course, as he followed her line of sight, it was pretty easy to tell. The damage done by the witch’s fireball served to burn away the crotch of Bernard’s pants and despite running for his life, his cock stood at it’s full erect state thanks to seeing the lovely witch. Nomria seemed rather surprised.

“I-is that really your’s?” She asked.

“Uh, yes?” Bernard said.

Nomria narrowed her gaze and came up closer to Bernard, examining the massive penis.

“What in Draewick did you do? Swallow some elixir to make yourself bigger? Get cursed by some horny sorceress? Get some herbal mixture from the east? What?” She asked as she poked it.

“No, actually, It grew naturally,” Bernard said.

“What?!?! You’re kidding?” Nomria said in disbelief. She grasped it causing Bernard to wince slightly.

She was rather surprised at how he responded and started to stroke it absentmindedly. Bernard clenched his teeth as her handjob felt great. Nomria noticed his face and when looking back at his cock, a sinister grin came to her mind.

“Well, little thief. You made a big mistake sneaking into my home and trying to steal from a witch is just stupid,” She said, “I should punish you in some way and I have a particular idea in mind.”

	Bernard cursed himself for not taking Mosni’s advice about not stealing from a woman. Nomria raised her hand glowing with teal aura pressed it to Bernard’s face. He became concerned as he figured his luck had finally decided to kill him. However, much to his surprise he didn’t feel any pain or the like but noticed a change in size. Nomria seemed to be getting bigger or more accurately, he was getting smaller. Most of his body started to shrink, save for his penis. The member stayed it’s immense length but seemed to like it was changing color and becoming slightly transparent. Suddenly his arms and legs became very stiff. His hands and feet seemed to retract into his body until they were nonexistent and his arms and legs ended in short stubs. When everything was said and done he sat on the floor, his clothes no longer fitting him and Nomria towering above him.

“Yes, I think that will do nicely,” She said as she reached down and grabbed Bernard by the head. She squeezed on his head rather tightly but Bernard noticed he didn’t feel anything. He was plopped on to Nomria’s bed just in sight of a mirror. Bernard caught his reflection and discovered he’d become a plush toy version of himself with his cock even more disproportionate that before and appearing to be of some kind of frosted transparent plastic.

“What’s happened to me?” He asked.

“Simple. You’ve been transformed into my new teddy bear and fuck buddy,” She said, hugging him to her bosom.

“Fuck Buddy?” He asked.

“Oh yes. I need something to keep me company,” Nomria said as she discarded her garments.

	Soon, Nomria was fully nude before the adventurer-turned-plush toy. Her outfit wasn’t some method of hiding some weight she had but pretty much fit her sleek curvy form with her bountiful bosom and wide hips. Bernard’s prick might have throbbed in approval if it hadn’t been turned into a plastic duplicate of itself. Nomria then hoped on the bed next to Bernard.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“B-bernard,” He answered.

“Well Bernard, I hope you enjoy the ride,” She said as she began to lick the former piece of living flesh and stroke it. She caught tastes not of plastic but flesh which stimulated her desire and also picked up some left over heat from before it’s plastification. 

“Mmm, still warm,” Nomria commented as she licked.

Bernard winced from the sensation of her tongue and hands on his member...which perplexed him greatly.

“Aahh~! Wh-why do I still feel these sensations if my dick’s now just plastic?” Bernard asked.

“A nifty little aspect to my spell and part of your punishment,” Nomria said as she continued to tease his cock, “You may no longer be flesh and blood but I’ve made it so you can still feel sensations, particularly in your genitalia.”

Bernard moaned as she placed her whole mouth on the tip and started to take about a third of it in her mouth, attempting a blowjob of sorts. He groaned a little bit as Nomria’s skill seemed particularly good.

“Oh man, you’re really good,” He said, “but at this rate, I’ll cum soon.”

“Oh, but that’s the other beauty of this spell,” Nomria said with a devious grin, “You won’t.”

“Huh?” Bernard said worried.

“Think about it; Your cock is just a dildo and your testicles are only puff balls. You don’t have the equipment to ejaculate,” Nomria clarified, “Now sit back and enjoy the ride. I know I will.”

	Saying this she put Bernard on his back, raised herself up on her knees over his monolithic manhood, and slowly came down with her pussy taking in his cock centimeter by centimeter. Nomria moaned with pleasure as she felt the long shaft enter her vagina. It was a tight fit but she loved every minute of it. Bernard groaned, as he felt her tight carnal corridor squeezing around his intruding shaft. Nomria stopped a quarter above the base and then rose up again before repeating her decent. She began riding Bernard’s dildo-morphed prick and cried with pleasure as she rode.

“Oh gods! Oh gods Yes! I never had such a big dildo inside me,” Nomria cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh yeah baby~!”

	She began to take more inside, finally taking the whole thing and began to ride the plush toy boy faster and harder. Bernard was slammed over and over in the face and torso by her ample ass cheeks. He didn’t mind that as it felt good. His only discomfort was that he felt his pleasure and arousal building as she rose but every time, he felt he might cum there was no release thanks to Nomria’s spell. It would only continue as the feline sorceress rode longer and faster. Her pussy lips gliding along his shaft and gripping it tightly. Her insides gripping it tighter and rubbing the plastic phallus. Finally after almost an hour, Nomria seemed to get close to her release. She cried and groaned as her legs started to tremble and at last she came.

“AAAAAAAHhhhhh~!” She cried as her vagina expelled girl cum and her juices coated Bernard’s shaft.

Bernard though not doing much of the work sighed and panted. Nomria sighed in her release.

“Good for a first ride. Let’s try another,” Nomria said flopping on the bed, rolling on her back and then shifting Bernard around so that he was up right.

“We’re going again? So soon?” Bernard asked surprised.

“What? It’s not like you’re going to cum,” Nomria said as she reached her left arm behind Bernard, pulling him out, and then cramming his dildo cock back into her repeatedly and rhythmically.

	For almost the rest of the day and well into the start of the next, Nomria satisfied herself over and over again with Bernard in his plush toy state. They fucked in almost every conceivable position for vaginal sex that Nomria was aware of. In between these, She would indulge in some oral sex with Bernard’s dildo cock within and between various places from her palms to the crack of her ass, from her mouth and between her tits. She subjected Bernard to every oral service she figured he’d enjoy and watch him suffer as he couldn’t cum from any of them. When she decided to take a rest, Nomria would climb into bed and snuggle with Bernard putting him through more torture as it merely piled on to his pent-up pleasure to be pressed up against such a lovely woman. Despite his agony of no release, Bernard did manage to get some rest during these situations and would even go comatose during Nomria’s rides.

	Almost two days later, Bernard sat on the bed awaiting for Nomria to come back from a trip into town. He didn’t try to escape. In his state, he couldn’t really leave. At a height of 1 foot, not counting the 3-4 inches his ears added to it, he couldn’t reach the door knob. It didn’t help that his ever stiff dildo cock served as an obstruction, adding a horizontal distance of  almost two feet. He’d attempted to use his stiff dildo to aid him like a javelin for a pole vault to the doorknob but only served to add pain to his already agonizing situation. He’d considered looking through Nomria’s grimoires for a counter to his enchantment but with no major experience in casting magic, meant that a spell could backfire and make things worse for him. He had become almost resigned to the idea of simply being a living plush and sex toy to a witch at this point. However, in his time in Nomria’s home, thoughts and questions came to his mind.

	He’d heard rumors of Nomria being this seductress who drained men of their vitality, almost being on par with a succubus. Given that he had experienced her wild sex romps first hand, he had to agree with that comparison but why then satisfy herself with a dildo? If she was such an enchantress like some rumors said, why didn’t she just lure men her home and fuck them? Why settle for a plastic sculpting of a penis when she could get the real mccoy any time she wanted? He perplexed over these thoughts in his solitude. When Nomria came home, he figured it was time to get some answers. The black sorceress finally returned in a pretty cheery state with a bag of goodies. 

“I’m home, Bernard!” She said as she entered her hut, “I had a pretty good haul of supplies for potions and I even got some special oils for our little sessions.”

“Great,” Bernard said.

As she began to empty out her basket and placed things on the table, Bernard decided to pry about the question on his mind.

“Say Nomria. Since I’m going to be here possibly for the rest of my life, Can I ask you a question?” Bernard said, “You know get to know you better?”

Nomria shrugged, “Alright, shoot.”

“You’re such a beautiful woman already with a lovely body and also really good at sex,” Bernard started attempted to appeal to her through compliments, “yet You seem to be happier with sex toys to get your jollies rather than normal men. Why don’t you have a boyfriend or something?” 

Nomria’s smile from Bernard’s compliments faded after he brought of the major question. She sighed and came over to the bed.

“It’s because dildos don’t leave you when they think you’re too much to handle,” Nomria said.

“Huh? Too much to handle?” Bernard repeated.

“I’ve had boyfriends before and they’ve all left for the simple reason that they can’t keep with my appetites,” She said somberly.

An idea came to Bernard, “One of those boyfriends wouldn’t happen to be Cerridin Emrys?”

“He was the one who hired you to steal the ring back right?” Nomria said.

Bernard nodded his plush head.

“Figures,” Nomria groaned, “Cerridin was the worst but he wasn’t my boyfriend....he was my fiancee.”

“What?!?” Bernard said in surprise.

“Yep, we started dating almost a year ago and I really thought he and I would make it. That he’d be the one to make me happy and settle,” Nomria said sadly, “He gave me that ring of his for our engagement. Then after we started having sex almost two months ago, He decided to call it off. He said I was insatiable and he couldn’t handle a succubus like me. So I kept the ring when he dumped me. That jerk doesn’t deserve such a pretty ring.”

Bernard looked at her, sadly. She looked rather depressed and forlorn.

“But you’re an apothecary and a witch. Surely, you could have given them some kind of sex drive potion or maybe something to help their stamina grow gradually,” Bernard suggested.

“I offered Cerridin and my other former lovers that and they said no and that any stimulant in the world wouldn’t put them at my pace,” Nomria said frustrated, “So I decided to take sex toys and dildos over men. They don’t cum too early or make a mess of my bed when they ejaculate prematurely! Screw cum anyways!” 

She threw her hands in the air.

“It’s all sticky and slimy. It leaves stains on the bed...,” Nomria said as she thought about it, “Gets you pregnant, makes you itch if you don’t clean it fast enough. Stupid, sticky, gooey...warm, tingly, fills your belly with a feeling like homeade soup-”

She stopped herself before she said more. Bernard cocked a plushy brow but spoke.

“I’m sorry your experiences with men haven’t been the best but there are better men out there,” Bernard said.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Nomria said.

“Don’t doubt, I’m one of them,” Bernard said.

“You? You probably would’ve cum multiple times before I ever came,” Nomria said.

“Not if I’m paced well enough,” Bernard said with pride.

“Really?” Nomria asked in disbelief, “Prove it.”

“I will in a wager. If I can get you to cum and to feel completely satisfied, you turn me back to normal,” Bernard proposed, confident in his ability to satisfy a woman, even one like Nomria.

“Ok, tough guy but if you can’t, You’re stuck as my little sex toy for the rest of your days. Deal?” Nomria asked reaching her hand out.

Bernard considered this briefly at the idea of being Nomria’s sex toy for the rest of his life; a lifetime of pent up cum. However, not taking the bet meant the same fate.

“Deal,” he said, extending his plush stub and shaking Nomria’s hand.

Nomria smirked and after stripping down to nothing, she got on the bed with her stomach and breasts on the mattress while her bottom was slightly raised facing Bernard.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting,” Nomria said, “Show me what you can do.”

Bernard smirked, lifting his cock, and pressed his tip to Nomria’s pussy lips. However, he had a last minute change of mind and instead of pressing his cock into her pussy, he began prodding her anus. Nomria noticed the sensation of penal prodding but not at her pussy and tried to protest.

“Wait a minute, that’s not the right-AAAAAAHHHHH!” She screamed as her protest turned into a cry of agony as Bernard leapt up and jammed his cock into Nomria’s ass. 

	Bernard groaned as he felt the tight grasp of Nomria’s backdoor. It felt wonderfully tight and warm; always a good sign for ass fucking. He hadn’t done anal in a while and it was such a great feeling. Nomria didn’t feel much pleasure in it as her sphincter was overwhelmed by Bernard’s massive cock. She slightly whimpered and clutched the bed sheets.

“Have you ever done anal before Nomria?” Bernard asked.

“Y-yes, but not in a while and not with a cock like your’s,” She admitted.

“Well, hold on to the bed cause I’m just getting started,” Bernard said as he began to rhythmically pound her asshole with some fierce force. 

	While his plush form wasn’t exactly easy to fuck in, He did manage to gain some leverage and get the same force he might have had as flesh and bone. He continued to savagely drill Nomria’s ass, rutting like a beast in heat. Nomria still felt a little pain but as he continued, her pain gradually gave way to pleasure. She had done anal before but most men had warned her or at least put on some lube. However, the sensation of being more roughly fucked actually excited her. Nomria released moans of pleasure as Bernard continued fucking her on and on.

“Oh gods! Oh gods! It...it feels so good,” Nomria said while Bernard continued to rut her ass.

	Bernard enjoyed this immensely since it was occasionally a little rare that he was the driving force behind a fucking. He also enjoyed his position as every hard smack, caused her butt cheeks to ripple. He would have loved to feel the sensation for these cheeks in his hands but as he had no hands at the moment, he settled for pressing his arm stubs to her cheeks to stabilize himself. It didn’t take much longer before Nomria couldn’t deny it as from Bernard’s rough fucking of her ass, she came with her juices spilling out on to the bed. Bernard stopped briefly as Nomria moaned and came. He allowed her a few moments to catch her breath before pounding her ass with perhaps more vigor than before. Nomria clutched the bedsheets again as she felt Bernard fucking her rear entrance once more.

“H-hey!” Nomria said, “ What about pacing yourself?”

Bernard’s plushy face curved into a devious smirk, “You’re not completely satisfied are you?”

“Well...no,” Nomria said.

“So I’m going to give you as many orgasms as you can handle,” Bernard said, “And they’re going to come at you hard.”

	Saying this Bernard continued to savagely pound her asshole with as much force as he could muster, ferociously fornicating the feline’s flank with seemingly no end. Nomria still felt some slight pain during the second and third ravaging of her rear but as their challenge stretched into hours, her pain numbed and gave way to pleasure. The sensation of Bernard’s cock pushing harder and deeper into her anus with each thrust felt fantastic. She’d never had such wonderfully rough sex before. Bernard made it feel fantastic after a while as orgasm after orgasm came for her in lustful succession over the course of several hours.

	Roughly five hours into their challenge, Bernard briefly paused after Nomria had her tenth orgasm. He needed a small break since he’d been so vigorous and he still felt the sensitivity of backed up orgasms. Nomria panted and moaned with her face against the bed sheets with a face of almost pure orgasmic pleasure. She was almost drooling from it.

“So, are you satisfied?” Bernard asked.

“N-no, not yet,” Nomria said.

“Alright then,” Bernard said about to pound her rear once more.

“Wait! Wait! Not my ass!” She pleaded.

Bernard stopped.

“As good as this feels, I want it in my pussy,” Nomria said, “Please! I’m begging you. I need your cock in my pussy now!”

	Bernard could hardly deny her request. So, he removed himself from her ass, allowed Nomria to roll over on her back, and thrust his cock into her pussy. He didn’t really hold back much as he rammed her pussy repeatedly. Nomria squealed slightly when Bernard started to ream her cooch but she truly loved it. His pounding harder and harder, his tip almost battering at the doors of her womb. She was almost ready to cream herself after the first several poundings but it took a little longer to get her too. After thirty minutes, Nomria came and came with a squealing cry.

“Ahhhhh~!” She cried grasping the footboard and coating Bernard’s plastic prick in her cooch juice. 

Bernard briefly paused and smiled at her, “More?”

“More!” She cried in lustful glee.

	Bernard continued to drill into her pussy, each jab being harder and faster than before. He was truly enjoying it from this angle. Much like from the behind, His thrusts into her pussy caused Nomria’s flesh to ripple but it was her bosom that entranced Bernard instead of her ass. Her full ebon breasts bouncing wildly with pink nipples pointing upward in arousal. He wished he was back to his normal size so he could nuzzle those tits. He wanted to coated those puppies in cum from a titfuck but in this state, a titfuck would only add to his frustration. He wasn’t the only one feeling some minor frustration. Nomria was too albeit it was very minor from what she felt after coming down from her orgasmic highs. She felt like she was missing something...something that would make these moments perfect. However, such thoughts faded as Bernard continued to fuck her brains away with orgasmic pleasure.

	Their fuck fest lasted several more long hours. Hours of savage pounding, of rutting like animals during mating season, of Nomria’s mind being subjected to sexual sensations until they culminated in her expulsions of cum. Finally, they neared the end of their intense sexual marathon as Bernard put the last of his energy into pounding Nomria’s vagina into utter submission. Nomria’s mind was almost gone from the marathon of orgasms. She’d lost count of orgasms at this point and her face with the utter definition of a word Bernard heard of from the east called ahegao. Her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her eyes rolled up and a goofy yet strangely sexy grin plastered on her face. Bernard gave her one last round of pounding until finally Nomria came once more and had a face of utter satisfaction. She attempted to scream from pleasure but it came out in a squeak and gurgle. Once her pussy stopped convulsing, Bernard pulled himself from her vag and lay back on to the bed, panting.

“20 or 25, I think,” Bernard commented, “It took you 25 orgasms to make you totally satisfied.”

“No,” Nomria said.

Bernard froze, “...No?”

“I’m not completely satisfied,” Nomria said making Bernard’s heart sink.

“You’re not?” He said.

“No, I won’t be...until you cum,” Nomria said getting up with a hungry look on her face.

“Cum?” Bernard asked.

“Yes, it was missing. You were great and I’ve never had a man make me cum so much and even beyond the point of bliss,” Nomria said, “But the one thing I’ve been missing since I gave up men was cum.” 

She grasped his cock in almost kind of crazy desire, stroking the plastic prick, “Cum for me.”

“Didn’t you fix it so I couldn’t?” Bernard asked.

“I’ll turn you back then,” Nomria said making her hand glow the same turquoise aura before, “I want your cum!”

	Suddenly a cloud of turquoise smoke surrounded Bernard. He grew bigger again. His stubs of arms gained joints, palms, and fingers. The same could be said of his legs which got knees and feet back. He was feeling great until he noticed a slight pain in his crotch. A pain which grew more and more like a tightness at his groin. He soon saw the reason as the smoke subsided and he was back to normal...well almost. The orgasms he never had during his sessions with Nomria had added up all at once when his cock had returned to normal. His shaft seemed a few inches longer and thicker than it normally was and had thick bulging veins pulsing around it. His balls seemed much bigger too. Bernard could guess that they each had to be about the size of a child’s toy ball or small watermelons. His cock twitched and throbbed with backed up spunk. Bernard had a feeling like his cock would explode from the slightest touch.

“Yay, let’s get this bad boy to cum!” Nomria said about to kiss it.

“Wait, Nomria!” Bernard tried to warn her but it was too late.

	The second Nomria’s soft lips pressed against Bernard’s tip, it came. His cock unleashed an almost literal eruption of cum. It spurted forth in a thick gooey stream like rushing water released from a dam. Geyers of cum shot out covering Nomria and Bernard in baths of spunk but didn’t stop there. The splooge kept coming in heaps which painted parts of Nomria’s hut from the front door to her alchemy station. Even a heap splattered on the fire place and put out the fire. Finally when Bernard’s cock ceased it’s saved up spunk, the hut was a mess of sperm with almost nothing that Nomria owned wasn’t covered in Bernard’s juices and Nomria didn’t care in the least.

	She was too busy lapping up every bit of cum she could reach with her tongue and scooping up the rest in her hands. She gorged on the cum like a child which had just discovered the taste of chocolate and wanted to binge on it. Bernard in the meantime had pretty much collapsed against the pillow while he coated in cum. His cock and balls had all but shriveled back to their abnormal state. His cock limp and lifeless with probably no possibility that it would revive anytime soon, even when Nomria came up to him and gave this little enticing offer.

“Mind if I lick you clean?” Nomria asked beaming.

“No, go ahead,” He said.

	Nomria then proceeded to give him a tongue bath, licking him from head to toe of every speck of spunk on his body. As she did so, her breasts and silky body rubbed against him with a rather erotic fashion. Even as hot as it was, his cock lay as limp as a hanged man. When all was said and done, Bernard was cleaned of spunk and Nomria had a content smile on her face...as well as a swelled stomach from the copious amount of cum she’d consumed.

“Sorry about the house and your body,” Bernard said weakly.

“Not a problem,” Nomria said waving her hand over her stomach. With a few rubs of her stomach, her belly went flat and toned as before.

	A gesture with her glowing hand towards a shelf of bottles, made a couple large bottles floated off and place themselves in the center of the room. Nomria made a swirling, circling gesture with her hands which made the cum everywhere begin to lift off from where ever they resided, forming into a floating mass of spunk and then flowed into the three bottles. After all the spunk was gone, the bottles returned to the shelf and a small quill pen wrote on the blank label of the bottles,

Bernard’s Spunk. Save for later.

When the house was clean, Nomria lay beside Bernard cuddling him with a giggle while he still looked at the clean house in amazement.

“Whoa,” Bernard said.

“It helps to be a witch,” Nomria said as she cuddled against him.

Bernard smiled as she held him and his arm fell on her shoulder. He liked the moment but looked over to the night stand to see Cerridin’s ring.

“So what are we going to do about the ring? and us?” Bernard said.

“You can take the ring back to Cerridin. I have a special plan for it,” Nomria said with a smile but then yawned, “As for us, how about we discuss it tomorrow.”

“Good idea,” Bernard said as the two of them both fell unconscious on Nomria’s bed, snuggling up to the other.

	A couple of days later, Bernard was back at the Drunk Satyr telling what happened to him to Mosni. She was a little disbelieving of some aspects but stranger things had happened in their world. Bernard of course, didn’t go into great detail about what he and Nomria did but explained that he managed to defeat her in the unconventional way he did and return to normal.

“So, you fucked a sorceress silly as a teddy bear and then ejaculated in her hut?” Mosni restated and Bernard nodded back to her causing the elk to smirk, “That’s pretty crazy. Hard to believe you managed to keep going for so many hours.”

“How you know what my stamina’s like to judge that?” Bernard said as he took a sip of his ale.

“Just guessing. So what happened with the ring? Did you return it to Cerridin?” Mosni asked.

“Yes, I did. I had to return it get paid. However, that doesn’t mean that I didn’t return it to him that way it was before,” Bernard said with a sly grin, “Nomria placed a spell on the ring. When it was returned to Cerridin, he was given a little curse.”

“What kind of curse?” Mosni asked.

“Nomria told me it was some curse of overexcitement,” Bernard said with a snicker, “She said that if Cerridin had the slightest bit of arousal, he’d ejaculate like that.”

Mosni giggled, “Bet that will make finding someone to where that ring of his difficult.”

She and Bernard had a good chuckle from the thought of Cerridin’s difficulties.

“Nomria seemed pretty happy to get back at him a little bit,” Bernard said, with a warm smile.

“You sound pretty fond of her. Are you two an item?” Mosni asked.

“Not exactly,” Bernard said.

Just then, the doors to the Drunk Satyr opened with Nomria entering. As she walked past some of the bar patrons couldn’t help glancing at her, some ogling her. One rather brawny lion adventurer stopped her.

“Hey there, Cutie,” He said, “Do you want to have a drink with me?”

“No thanks, I’m here for someone,” Nomria said, surveying the crowd before spying Bernard’s big ears, “There he is! Bernie! Yoohoo!”

Bernard turned and the Lion looked incredulously. Bernard waved at Nomria and the Lion looked back at her.

“You’re here for that big eared squirt? What has he got that I ain’t got?” The Lion asked.

“A girl never tells,” Nomria said before going over to Bernard.

Mosni looked between Bernard and Nomria as the black cat approached, “You two look like an item to me.”

“It’s a little hard to explain,” Bernard said with an uneasy chuckle.

“Hey Bernie. Come with me!” She said grabbing his hand.

“Hey! Wait! Where are we going?” Bernard asked.

“Where do you think?” Nomria said back, “My home. I want to have some time with you.”

“But I thought we discussed a few days of recovery since we fucked a day ago?” Bernard asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a potion that can cut that recovery time in half. Plus I need it,” Nomria said almost skipping as she dragged Bernard off, “Come on, a little fuck session won’t kill you.”

“That’s yet to be seen,” Bernard said, resigned to what would be coming up for him.

The End