Something Wicked
Chapter 1- New Beginning

The sun rose in the sky in the village of Greenfield, a small human town like many others in Asnorit. It was a small out-of-the-way place that had very little excitement other than a trader traveling by or the bustle and hustle of the harvest season. It was quiet and it remained that way. Near the edge of town, a farm house sat as the sun’s rays began to shine on it. The light trickled through the highest window, entering a room where a young man called Cyril slept. He tossed and turned as the sun shined on his face. After a couple minutes, he chose to give in to the daylight and arise. He yawned.

“Man. I was sleeping so soundly,” he said rubbing his brown haired head. He looked over to the window and smiled. “Might as well get up now.” Cyril went to his dresser, grabbed a tunic, pants and belt, and headed down stairs. He entered the kitchen were his mother was cooking breakfast.

“Good Morning, Mom,” he greeted her.

“Good Morning, Cyril,” she replied, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he replied taking a seat opposite his stepfather. Cyril had been born and raised in Greenfield for 19 years. At young age, his father died in an accident. His mother remarried to a close friend a couple years later, giving Cyril a stepfather and 2 stepsisters. His stepfather was a farmer whom Cyril helped with. He sat at the table, drinking his tea and reading the news scroll. His stepsisters, Moira and Margaret, also sat at the table and ate their breakfast. Cyril smiled at his family when his mother brought his food.

“Here you go-,” before she could finish her sentence, Cyril started chowing down.

“Hey. Don’t eat so crassly. Your mother made that special for you,” His stepfather said.

Cyril looked up at his stepfather, swallowed his mouthful, and spoke, “I know but I wanted to get over to Master Murdock’s soon.” After that, Cyril returned to his food, much to his stepfather’s chagrin.

“Hmpf. Your sorcery teacher is no reason to have bad table manners.”

“Now dear. We know Cyril has made some great progress,” his wife said then turned to Cyril, “So, why do you need to go see Murdock?”

Cyril turned to his mother. “He said he had something important to tell me. I think he’s going to teach me a new spell. I’m so excited.”

With that, he finished his food and put his dishes in the sink. “See you guys when I get back,” said Cyril, rushing out the front door. He headed down a path that led into a nearby forest. At age 8, Cyril began tutelage under Murdock, Greenfield’s local wizard. He taught Cyril various forms of magic but also taught him other various subjects like geography and such. Murdock was a bit of a hermit and barely left his house which sat at the center of the forest. He only left if someone needed him to do a job requiring magic or sometimes going to town festivals.

After running for sometime, Cyril found himself at the small cottage that Murdock called home. He opened the door and entered the cottage. It smelled of unique and unusual smells as it always did. On the far side of the cottage, Murdock sat by the fireplace in an armchair, reading a book. His long wild and white hair going past his shoulders and his half-moon spectacles sliding down his nose. He looked up from his book and saw Cyril. He smiled at his pupil.

“Hello, Cyril. It’s good to see you,” greeted Murdock.

“Hello, Master,” Cyril replied, “So what magic are you going to teach me today?”

Murdock winced at Cyril’s question. Cyril looked at him quizzically.

“What is it, Master?”

Murdock looked him straight in the eye. “I have nothing left to teach you.”

Cyril stood there, a bit shocked by this revelation. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it just like it sounds. I have taught you everything that I know,” Murdock replied, “I taught you all the magic I know, all that I know about the world, and there is nothing else I can teach you. You have graduated and surpassed all of my expectations.”

“Really?”

“Yes and I am proud to have been your teacher.”

Cyril smiled at his master but then looked away in sadness. Murdock looked at him quizzically.

“Cyril?”

“I’m thankful you told me this but what do I do now?” Cyril asked, “If there’s nothing left learn than what can I do? Do I just stop-“

“NO!” Murdock exclaimed interrupting his former pupil. Cyril jumped back at the outburst.

“You are still young and you can still learn more!” Murdock said, “You should set out and find a new master.”

“Find a new master?”

“Yes. When I was about your age, I traveled the world and learned all that I know now from different masters around the world. It is the perfect way to learn new spells, gain more knowledge, and meet people,” said Murdock as he went over to a pot with various scrolls sticking out of it.

“Meet People?”

“Yes, I know how you like the company of curvy women,” said Murdock with a smirk on his face, “There many beautiful women out there in the world of all different shapes and sizes.”

“Shapes and sizes…” Cyril began to fantasize and started to drool over the possibilities but quickly shook it off to get back to the matter at hand. “I see but, where do I go?”

Murdock stood up with a handful of different scrolls.

“I suggest starting in Lemavear.”

“Lemavear?”

“Yes, it’s a mixed city a several miles west of Greenfield. There should be several sorcerers there and there is also guild. I’m sure you’ll find a new master,” Murdock said, handing Cyril the scrolls in his hand, “Take these scrolls. They’re maps of the world and of the areas within the Western continent. They should be very useful on your journey.”

Cyril smiled wide and shook hands with his former master.

“Thanks, master and goodbye,” Cyril said as he left out the front door.

“Farewell and good luck!” Murdock replied back to him.

With that Cyril returned home, told his family of his plans, and prepared for his journey. The next day, with everything packed and ready, he said his goodbyes to his family and left for Lemavear. A couple days later he found himself in the mixed city. He was surprised at the large number of tall buildings. There were so many numerous houses and shops in one place. By the middle of the afternoon, he had taken a break in the center of town, resting by a large water fountain.

“Wow, this place is amazing! So many shops and buildings,” He exclaimed but his mood quickly changed, “but I’m still in need of a new master.”

He sat down by his bag and his staff on a bench next to the fountain. Now that Cyril was here, he didn’t know what to do. How does one go about finding a master, anyway? He considered what he had on him. He had some clothes, some books, some scrolls, the maps Murdock gave him, and some nonperishable foods. There was also his money bag. His parents had given him at least 200 gold coins. Then of course there was his staff and sword. The staff was somewhat unusual compared to other staffs as it was made of a rare grass tree found in the eastern empires and topped with a jewel from the southern continent. His sword on the other hand was a standard broadsword his stepfather had given him on his 18th birthday.

He also had to consider his options. He thought about joining a guild but their standards varied. Some guilds were pretty simplistic where if you showed your stuff and did well you got in while, some guilds were more elite and either required you to undergo years study, be from some prestigious family or pay loads of cash. He didn’t want to be saddled to some snobby school for years or use up all his money on some entry fee. He considered perhaps putting in an ad the local news scroll but had no idea where the printer was or how much they would ask to print the ad. Also, there was no telling what kind of wizards would show up if he put an ad in the scroll. He may end up with some swindler if he wasn’t careful.

“Man. Finding new master is a lot harder than it sounded,” Cyril said out loud.

His attention drifted to the crowd of bustling people who passed him on their way to where ever they were going. He had never seen so many people and not just humans; people of other races were mixed into. He saw elves, dwarves, Halflings, and goblins too. Of course that’s what the mixed cities were; places where almost all the races of the world lived together. While watching the crowd in amazement, he spotted three beautiful elven women walking by him together. One of them had silvery white hair, another’s hair was a fiery orange, and the last one had curly chocolate brown locks. All three of them had beautiful pearl white skin, sea blue eyes, slim, elegant bodies, and the thing that caught Cyril’s attention the most was their big firm breasts. All three of them looked like they were at least a DD each. Their breasts bounced in their tight yet stretchy, low necked tunics with each step they took.

Cyril couldn’t help but drool a bit as they walked past with their boobs bouncing with almost perfect unison. They were sexier than the girls in his village and the girls in his erotic scrolls. During puberty, when he wasn’t helping out his stepfather or studying under Murdock, Cyril got some hands-on experience with the opposite sex. A lot of the girls in his village were varied from horny farm girls to sexy barmaids and waitresses. He loved having fun with them especially if they had big boobs. Strangely though, He never felt completely satisfied by the girls he met and always felt as if they were lacking something. He had also gotten his hands on to some erotic scrolls from traders who passed by. These scrolls had amazingly detailed drawings of different kinds of girls in erotic and sexy poses. He always preferred those with big breasts.

The girls in his village had their charm and so did those girls in the scrolls but seeing real life elven women was a new experience. His eyes followed them as they walked further away. A thought popped in his head as he watched them. He remembered that Murdock once told him that elves have a natural ability for magic.

“I wonder if those girls have any magic training,” He said then a smirk spread across his face, “wouldn’t it be great if they were skilled enough to be my masters.”

This comment led to a small fantasy of the three elven girls in wearing skimpy dresses and sorcerer’s cloaks. They posed sexily, emphasized their busts, flashing their panties, and asked if he was ready for his lessons. Cyril drooled a little bit and his cock fluttered but he shook his head, smiled and sat back on the bench.

“That would probably wouldn’t happen,” he said, realizing the reality, “If I found a female master, she’d probably be much older than me and would frown upon having sex with her student. Oh well, a man can dream though, right.”

Cyril sat back on the bench, closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds of the city. For a long while all he really heard was the water from the fountain, footsteps, and the mixed and garbled chatter amongst the crowd but then he heard a new strange sound among everything else…

BOING!!!

“Boing?” he said. He opened his eyes and looked around and found someone near the fountain outside the crowd a few feet away. A person with short red-orange hair in a cloak had stopped and stood not that far from him. He noticed something about that cloak.

“Hey that’s a witch’s cloak,” he said noticing the dark purple shade of the cape, “it must be a witch.”

The witch turned her head to side, revealing a woman with lovely peach skin and emerald green eyes. Cyril was amazed at how pretty she was. You always hear about fables where witches are ugly old hags, but obviously this girl was one of the witches you didn’t hear about as much. As the witch looked around, Cyril noticed several of the guys in the crowd were staring at her. He wondered why. He got his answer when the witch turned around.

BOING!!! Cyril’s eyes nearly flew out of their sockets and his member became rock hard. The red-haired witch had huge boobs that went down to her waist. Not saggy or sloppy breasts, but full, firm, spherical, gigantic gazongas. Her long sleeved blouse did nothing but emphasize them as it surprising fit around them. Cyril was surprised he missed them when she was turned around. They looked like someone had taken the DD’s of a giantess and placed them on her for the hell of it, not that he was complaining. It was really hard not to concentrate completely on those unbelievable knockers. The witch looked around; appearing oblivious to other people’s gazes and began to leave the area.

Cyril noticed that her breasts were moving in a certain direction with the girl. She was heading back into the crowd. Cyril summoned up his will power to the task at hand.

“Hmm, she has a witch’s cloak which means she’s a witch,” Cyril thought to himself, “Maybe she knows someone who could help me continue my magic training.”

Cyril grabbed his bag and staff and went into the crowd searching for the girl. There were so many people and she was rather short compared to him. He was having trouble dealing with the cramped space in between all of these people. He finally made his way out of the crowd and got himself into a less crowded stretch of street and the big breasted witch was nowhere to be seen. He put his hand to his forehead.

“Aw, man. She was probably my only lead on a new master,” he said regretfully, “and it would have been nice to have at least asked her on a date. I might have been able to see those breasts in all their naked glory.”

He sighed and walked down the street and decided he might as well go look for an inn. As he walked down the street, he noticed something in an alley he passed. It was the big breasted witch. She was talking to some guy and she didn’t seem very interested in what this man was proposing. The guy was huge, at least eight feet tall with huge muscles and body parts to go along with him. Cyril quietly entered the alley and began to get closer to them. As he did he began to hear what they were saying.

“Come on, baby,” The guy said in a deep booming voice, “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you a good time.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested,” the witch replied.

“Why not? I’m a man who likes women with big tits, and you’re probably the only woman who could take my cock in between those melons of yours”

“Yeah, but I don’t think a titfuck will satisfy you and if you’re as equally big down there, you’ll tear my pussy up. Besides, I like more intelligent men.”

“Come on, Honey,” he said, bending down and groping her right breast.

“Hey! Watch the hands! I said No!”

“Ah, your lips say no but my body says yes! yes! YES!”

“I’m warning you!” the witch’s hand began to show a strange light when Cyril stepped in.

“Excuse me,” said Cyril, casually interrupting the possible rape, “but I believe the lady said no, pal.”

The giant guy looked annoyed at Cyril as he advanced further into the alley. The big fellow let go of the witch’s breast.

“This ain’t got nothing to do with you pipsqueak,” The guy said, “So, just scram.”

Cyril looked up at him. “Sorry but I just can’t walk away and leave a pretty lady like her to be ravaged by a big lug like you.”

The big guy growled and tried to intimidate Cyril by cracking his knuckles. “You wanna die?”

“Not just yet. I’ve got a lot of things to do.”

“Well too bad ‘cause I’m sending you to an early grave right now,” said the giant guy charging Cyril. Cyril merely put his staff to the ground, brought his left hand up to his face and began mouthing something. The Giant guy smirked.

“Ya saying your prayers?” He said just about to bring his fist down on Cyril.

“No…I’m casting a spell.”

As the big guy was just within reach, Cyril’s hand glowed green and he slammed his palm against the guy’s chest. The big guy went flying past the witch and to end of the alley, crashing into some wooden boxes and the wall at the alley’s end. The witch looked surprised at the event and turned to Cyril.

“Thanks for the save. You really flattened him,” she said.

“You may wanna turn around and watch what’s gonna happen next,” He replied.

“Huh?”

The witch turned her attention back to the end of the alley. Emerging from the crates, was not the 8 foot tall behemoth but instead a small scrawny guy who was struggling in the big guy’s clothes. The small guy looked at himself and gained a look of shock and horror.

“AHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” He screamed in a whiney gravely voice, “That augmenter said that the spell was permanent!”

“Who’s the pipsqueak now?” Cyril replied with a grin on his face. The little guy held the oversized clothes to his body and ran off crying. Cyril smiled and turned to the witch. She looked at him with real surprise.

“How did you know he had an augmenter’s spell on him?” She asked.

“I wasn’t sure at first,” Cyril answered, “He gave off this weird magical vibe, like something about him was fake.”

The witch continued to look surprised at him. Cyril’s eyes wandered down to her impressive line of cleavage and started to lose himself in her breasts but blushed and looked away.

“Ah. Anyways, I’m glad I could help and I was wondering,” He said, “Do you know any skilled sorcerers or sorceresses around this city?”

“No sorry,” She said.

Cyril let out an exhausted sigh, “Well thanks anyway.”

As Cyril walked off down the alley, the red haired witch gained a sly smile. Upon getting to the exit to the alley, she grabbed his arm and held it against her cleavage. Cyril blushed at the feeling of her titanic tits pressed against his arm and looked at the witch in amazement.

“Are you new in town?” She asked him cheerfully.

“Y-y-yes,” Cyril stammered.

“Well you look tired. I know a great inn with some great food and drink. Wanna come?” She asked, “Consider it my thanks for saving me.”

“Uh, sure, Miss-Miss-“

“It’s Mikhaela.”


Meanwhile several miles from Lemavear, was an olive-green goblin was trudging up a large hill, carrying a bag and a piece of paper. Upon reaching the top, he saw a large sinister castle, made of black stone. It was decorated with gargoyles on the roof, pointed sharp spires, and a gate that looked like a mouth of jagged sharp teeth. The goblin looked at the piece of paper and looked back at the castle.

“This must be the place,” He said and continued to the entrance. When getting to the gate, he was stopped by two large black-armored knights. The goblin jumped back when they brought the axes down to block him.

“Halt!” said the knight on the left, “Why are you at this castle? State your business!”

The goblin handed the piece of paper he was holding over to the knight, “I found this note on a bulletin board in my hometown, asking for young goblin men to be part of a horde.”

The Knight looked at the paper and then looked at the goblin.

“Oh! So you’re a new recruit,” The left knight said, “Then we’ll let you in. When, you’re inside the castle, take the door on the right and go up the winding stair case until you see a door to your left. You can’t miss it.”

He motioned to his fellow knight to open the gate. The right knight pulled a lever next to him and gates opened. The goblin went in and went to the door to his right. He entered finding a large winding staircase that looked like it would go up to the heavens. As He climbed the stairs, he saw skeletons in hanging cages. He hoped these weren’t the bones of a fellow goblin that made a mistake or something. He finally came to a door on his left and entered. Behind the door was a room with a big group of goblins who were chatting to each other about various things. He spotted a big, older, pale blue goblin sitting in a large chair. He looked like he would probably be at least nine feet tall.

“Hey you behind the door,” the pale-blue goblin said, “Are you a new recruit?”

The olive-green goblin entered the room and came up to the big blue one.

“Uh, yeah, I am.”

“Great. Always good to have some new blood,” said the gargantuan goblin, “My name’s Kror.”

Kror gave the little guy his enormous hand. He shook it.

“Mine’s Scraw,” he replied.

‘Nice to meet ya, Scraw,” Kror said. Looking at this guy up close, Scraw could tell this guy was old and had been in a few battles. His hair was a graying white, his left tusk was broken off, and he had couple different scars on different parts of his body. Kror noticed Scraw staring at him.

“What is it?”

“Uh, nothing. It’s just that you look like you’ve been through a lot,” Scraw replied.

“Well, I started as a horde member when I was probably younger than you. I’ve been a part of many different hordes through the years.”

“Yeah, you keep telling us that,” said a gravely voice behind them, “You’re probably the oldest one among us but that’s why you’re the Horde captain.”

Scraw turned and saw another goblin walking over. It was a dark green goblin clad in a sleeveless tunic, pants, light armor and bandages wrapped around his head. His fangs, horns, and eyes poked through his bandages. He looked like someone you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.

“Ah, good timing,” Kror said, “Scraw, this is Gastfahng. He’s one of our best assassins and thieves.”

Gastfahng joyfully gave Scraw a punch in the arm. “Welcome to the horde, green tusk.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Scraw said, rubbing his arm, “I was wondering if there was anything I was supposed to know like benefits, wages, or something…”

“Oh, well,” Kror started, “We each get a nice percentage of any loot we might get from a raid, and we also get room and board here in the castle. We don’t get a lot of vacation time though.”

“Yeah, the boss isn’t too fond of letting us get out much,” Gastfahng said, “but if ya kill anybody, you can take whatever they got on ‘em and keep it for yourself.”

Gastfahng pulled out a curved elvish blade out of a scabbard on his side and twirled it around and put the edge up to Scraw’s face. Gastfahng’s bandages shifted slightly which Scraw interpreted as a smile. Gastfahng took it away from Scraw’s face.

“Gotcha, green tusk. I got this knife off some bastard elvish knight sometime ago,” Gastfahng explained, “It’s become one of my trademark weapons. Those elves are slippery pricks but they do know how to make a nice knife.”

Scraw tried to shake off his sudden moment of fear, gave Gastfahng an uneasy smile and turned to Kror.

“What about you, Kror?”

“I’ve got a wife and kids back at home and send ‘em most of the money I get,” Kror replied.

“I see,” Scraw said, “Anything else I should know about?”

“Yeah, don’t stare at the boss,” Kror said.

“Why? Is he disfigured or something?” Scraw asked.

Kror and Gastfahng looked at each other with a somewhat worried expression; at least Gastfahng’s kinda looked worried.

“The kid doesn’t know?” Gastfahng asked, “Ah man, he’ll probably learn it the hard way. Most green tusks do.”

“Huh?” Scraw said.

“You’ll see soon enough,” said Kror. After Kror said this, the door to the staircase opened and a brownish-red gremlin in a brown robe entered the room. As soon as he entered all of the horde stood at attention in a line. Scraw while standing there looked curiously at the gremlin and turned to Kror.

“Is that puny gremlin the boss?” Scraw whispered.

“No, that’s Hogswash, the boss’s right-hand gremlin,” Kror whispered back, “He always comes in first before the boss and gives a big introduction. Remember what I told you, Scraw. It might save your life.”

Scraw gained a quizzical look and turned his attention back Hogswash.

“Now, you brainless, sickly, wastes of flesh,” said Hogswash who had a raspy voice, “Introducing our master, our leader…Mistress Ravutha!”

Into the room entered a curvy dark elf woman in skimpy blood red and gold bikini. Scraw’s eyes became glued to her. Her white silky hair flowed as she walked toward them. Her dark blue skin looked amazingly smooth and soft. Her bikini top was really only two small pieces of cloth connected by strings to cover her nipples and her bottoms had a strip of fabric in the front and in the back that draped over her crotch and ass. Of course these did nothing to deter Scraw’s focus on her. Her dark blue melons bounced and jiggled with each step she took towards her troops. Scraw had lost all control of his body with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his member stiff and pressed up against his pants.

Ravutha stood in front of her minions looking over them yet somehow completely missing the goofy look of Scraw’s face. She began to speak to her minions and paced up and down passing them as she did; this led Scraw’s gaze to move as her jiggling jugs passed him and he did not listen to a word she said.

“I have a new mission for you all. There is a certain sorceress that has something I require. I want a small group to go into the nearest town and find her. When, you do, get what I want from her. If she doesn't give it to you willingly, bring her back here to me-“

Ravutha stopped and looked annoyed. She could feel the eyes of someone in the ranks staring at her body. She wouldn’t tolerate some useless, low-class, idiot goblin to gawk at her and drool over her. She at one time found it flattering but it became very annoying and sometimes minions who were too distracted by big tits or ass cheeks didn’t pay attention or carry out orders properly. She walked through the ranks, scanning for the culprit and found Scraw. She was incredibly pissed but decided to do this subtly. She put her hands on his shoulders and drew herself close enough to him so his face was almost an inch away from her breasts.

“You like what you see?” She said in a seductive tone.

“Yeah,” Scraw said.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” She said, bringing her hand down past his waist and placing it on the crotch of his pants.

Scraw couldn’t believe it. It was a fantasy come true; His new boss was coming on to him and she was hot. He wondered if she did this with everyone in the horde.

“Yes,” he said, with a big grin on his face, expecting her to start giving him a hand job or something.

“Well I really hope you liked this moment of joy…” She said, then suddenly her tone switched from sexy to flat and annoyed, “…’Cause it’s going to be fleeting.”

After saying that, Ravutha tightly clutched his crotch and used a lightning spell on him, sending several thousand volts to his body directly through and from his crotch. Scraw’s scream of agony echoed through out the castle and into the nearby forest, starling numerous birds and causing them to fly into the late afternoon sky. When, the spell had ceased, Ravutha let go of Scraw’s crotch. Scraw fell to the floor instantly and held his wounded goblinhood. All of the other members of the horde cringed and some of them thanked god it wasn’t them this time.

“That has to be the one thing I hate about new recruits…no self-control,” She said, “Don’t worry, I only shocked it. It’ll numb in a couple days but let that be a lesson to you green tusk. You don’t gawk at Mistress Ravutha. The next time you ogle me when I’m relaying instructions, I’ll give your junk such a shock, you’ll scream in agony every time you get a hard-on.”

Ravutha walked over to Kror.

“Kror, you heard my orders; take a small group of goblins into the nearest town and go fetch me what I want. If this sorceress doesn’t give it to you, bring her to me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Kror answered.

“Good,” She said turning to the door, “Hogswash, let’s leave them to it.”

When Ravutha and Hogswash left, Kror and Gastfahng helped Scraw up.

“Just couldn’t control those eyes and that dick of yours, could ya green tusk?” Gastfahng said.

“She’s really something, ain’t she?” said Scraw in a much higher pitched voice.

“It gets easier not to get distracted, when you get older and your hormones don’t have so much control,” Kror said, “I tend to focus on her words and think about calm thoughts like spending the day with my kids or the ocean.”

“So, what are our orders?” said the currently falsetto voiced Scraw.

“We’re going after some sorceress we’ve been after for a couple days now,” Kror said.

“That’s right we have been hunting her down haven’t we,” said Gastfahng, “Well it shouldn’t be too hard to find her.”

“The Boss said she’s probably in the nearest town,” said Kror, “That would be Lemavear.”

“Wait what did you mean by ‘shouldn’t be too hard to find her’?” Scraw asked.


It was almost Dusk as Cyril and Mikhaela walked down the street in Lemavear, passing various people on their way. Cyril felt slightly strange getting so much attention. Nearly every man they passed was looking at them. Some of them were very focused on Mikhaela’s obvious assets bouncing as she walked, while some of them were staring angrily at Cyril for being lucky enough to be with her. Cyril in fact did feel lucky. Here he was with a beautiful and extremely well-endowed woman who was holding his right arm against her left breast. He could feel the heat from her body and the pillow-y softness of her breast. Cyril couldn’t help himself as his member began to become prominent in his pants. He hoped to God that Mikhaela wouldn’t notice.

“Ah! We’re here,” Mikhaela said.

They stopped in front of a large, brick inn. Cyril looked at it slightly amazed. It was different from the small town inns in Greenfield. It was taller, had a tavern on the first floor and had at least four upper floors.

“I always come here when I’m in Lemavear,” said Mikhaela, “Come on. Let’s go in.”

Mikhaela dragged Cyril in by his arm. The tavern seemed pretty busy; the place was almost packed with people except for a few tables among the crowd. Mikhaela and Cyril went up to the service desk were a large man with a big, brown, bushy beard.

“Hello, Mikhaela. Good to see you again,” the large man said.

“Hey, Fred,” Mikhaela replied, “I’d like a room and a table for two.”

Fred looked over at Cyril and smirked. He went over to the wall of keys, grabbed one off the hook, and put it on the table.

“There you go. It’s room 205 on the third floor with a king-sized bed and you two can take the middle table by the front window. Have a nice night, Mickey.”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” said a blushing Mikhaela, who snatched the keys off the desk, “Come on, Cyril. Let’s go sit down and wait to get served.”

Cyril followed after Mikhaela to the table and sat down opposite. He looked at her curiously. Mikhaela looked over at him, noticing that he was staring.

“What is it?” She asked.

“It’s nothing,” Cyril said, “It’s just that you said that this is place you come to when you’re in Lemavear. Don’t you know any sorcerers here?”

“I don’t,” She replied, “I’m a traveling sorceress. I’ve been traveling for a while now and come to Lemavear from time to time.”

Mikhaela looked at Cyril and smiled. Cyril smiled back. He was rather amazed at how pretty she was.

“Anyways, you said you were looking for sorcerers or sorceresses,” Mikhaela said, “Are you looking for someone you know?”

“I was looking for a new master,” Cyril replied.

“You’re looking for a master? You’re kind of old to be apprenticing.”

“Well, my former master told me that he had nothing left to teach me and that I should look for a new master and I believe so as well. I know there’s more out there for me to learn and make him proud.”

“This master of yours must be some guy,” said Mikhaela nonchalantly.

“Yeah, Master Murdock was an amazing teacher. He taught me so much. He didn’t just teach me magic; he taught me history, geography, culture, and a lot more.”

“Really,” Mikhaela said, “So do you like big boobs?”

“Why yes. I-,” Cyril stopped before got further. His brain realized what she asked. He wondered why she asked such a random question. He told himself that he must’ve heard her wrong.

“I’m sorry. I must have heard wrong. Do you mind asking me that again?”

“Alright,” Mikhaela said with a slight sigh. She looked at him with a seductive look on her face. She scooted back in her chair and leaned forward, resting her breasts on on the table and giving Cyril an amazing view of her cleavage. Cyril blushed a bit and his member became increasingly hard. Then, Mikhaela said in a cute yet sexy tone, “Do you like big boobs?”

“Well…uh-um…” Cyril stammered to tell her with his eyes switching between her face and her canyon-esqe cleavage. He was pretty surprised at how forward she was. The girls back at Greenfield wouldn’t get this friendly until they were alone or after a couple pints of beer. Mikhaela smirked and leaned back.

“I guess I asked a hard question. So here’s an easier one; Are you a virgin?”

“What? Why would you ask that?” Cyril said with a vaguely irritated tone.

“Because of this,” Mikhaela said with a little smile and a wink.

“Huh-,” Cyril suddenly felt something rubbing against his crotch. He looked down seeing one of Mikhaela’s stocking clad feet rubbing against the crotch of his pants. Cyril tried not to let on that he actually found the stroking sensation very pleasurable. He looked back up at Mikhaela who was still smirking at him.

“I’ve been with a lot of guys and I know how my body can excite people. Of course, it’s hard to tell if someone is a virgin when I first meet them,” Mikhaela explained as she continued the crotch stroking, “I can’t tell if this is the hard-on of a man who really likes big breasts and even bigger breasts or if this is the frustration of a young man whose only sexual experiences have only been with his hand?”

“I’m not a virgin,” replied Cyril irritably. Mikhaela was surprised at his irritability. She removed her foot from Cyril’s crotch, sat up, and leaned forward.

“No need to get testy,” She said casually, “They say actions speak louder than words. So, why don’t you show me?”

Cyril winced, “You mean…you and me…”

“Why do you think I got the room?” Mikhaela smiled slyly as she stood up from the table.

Cyril stood up from the table and said, “What about dinner?”

“Skip it. We’ll send for room service later and besides…,” Mikhaela came up to Cyril stood on her tip toes, and whispered, “…I think you’ll enjoy my treat for you better.”

Mikhaela winked and Cyril smiled a bit sheepishly. He grabbed his stuff, followed her up the stairs to the second floor, found their room and entered it. It was a pretty nice yet simple room. There was a large bed, a nightstand on each side of it, and a wardrobe on the left side of the room. Cyril looked around the room and placed his stuff by the foot of the bed while Mikhaela closed the door and locked it. While Cyril continued to look around the room, oblivious of Mikhaela putting her bag down, taking off her cloak, and reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She was surprised at the look on Cyril’s face.

“You act as if you’ve never seen an inn room,” said Mikhaela as she pulled off her shirt.

“Well, I’ve mostly been in smaller inns and this room is a little bigger-WHOA!!”

Cyril yelled in surprise as he turned around and saw Mikhaela in all her topless glory. She had only just removed her shirt and her knockers were still bouncing a bit after being freed from their confinement. They looked even bigger free. He figured breasts like Mikhaela would sag due to gravity or something but no, Mikhaela’s breasts were full, firm, spherical, and stood straight off of her chest. They looked like oversized cantaloupes only found in a giant’s garden. Her nipples and areolas were surprisingly a size of a normal woman’s and pointed a bit showing some perkiness. Her breasts jiggled a bit more as she pulled off her remaining garments and bent over showing her long line of cleavage. Seeing these glorious globes caused Cyril’s cock to become harder and press against his pants, creating a peak of cloth to emerge from his crotch area. When Mikhaela stood back up, she smiled noticing Cyril’s unwavering gaze and obvious erection.

“Glad to see your friend is ready,” She said, “Why don’t we see to him?”

Mikhaela walked over to Cyril. She walked up to him and pressed her soft melons to his chest. She gave a slight thrust of her chest, gently pushing Cyril on to the bed with his feet hanging off the foot of the bed. Mikhaela bent down and pulled his pants and underwear off to reveal his proudly, twitching, erect penis. Mikhaela was kind of surprised at the size of Cyril’s pillar of manhood. It looked about 9 or 10 inches long.

“You’re pretty big,” said Mikhaela “And you’re pretty excited too, huh?”

“Well, I’ve never done it with a woman with boobs as big as yours,” Cyril replied.

“Well, let’s see how you hold up,” said Mikhaela as she gripped Cyril’s cock. Cyril cringed slightly as she grabbed it. Mikhaela smiled and began to jerk Cyril off. Her slender and soft fingers quickly rubbed up and down Cyril’s shaft. She quickened the pace and rhythm of her strokes slightly each time she came to the bottom of Cyril’s shaft. Each of her strokes became faster and faster. Cyril gritted his teeth and closed his eyes at the great feeling of Mikhaela’s hand job. He was amazed how well she was doing it and how soft her hands were. He tried not to lose control from this though. Surprisingly, Cyril held control to only let out a trickle of pre cum after Mikhaela’s jerking. Mikhaela was kinda surprised.

“You have some good control but we’ll see how you do with this.”

Mikhaela then licked the streak of pre cum of the head. Cyril winced as the tip of her tongue touched his head. Mikhaela gave a little smile and gobbled his cock. Cyril’s eyes opened wide when he felt his member in her warm, wet mouth. She covered over half of his member and she began sucking it. Her head bobbing up and down over his shaft with her soft lips stroking his shaft as it entered and exited her mouth. Her red-orange hair fluttered and shook as her head went up and down. She let out muffled moans as she did this. Cyril let out some moans as well.

“Man this is great,” Cyril said.

Mikhaela removed her mouth from his member.

“You’ve got a pretty nice cock,” Mikhaela said, “Nice and tasty, too.”

She went back to her blow job adding to it by licking his cock and wrapping around it as it was inside her mouth. She let off more muffled moans as she took in the taste of his cock. Cyril was going crazy with ecstasy because of these licks. He didn’t want to let go of this just yet but released some more pre cum into her mouth. Mikhaela removed her mouth when felt his juice release. She swallowed his warm salty man juices and looked at Cyril’s spit soaked dick. She was amazed at his amount of control. She expected him to let loose with some serious fireworks. She smiled wide at Cyril.

“I’m surprised you held out but it’s going to be pretty hard to hold it in for what’s next.”

Mikhaela hefted her monstrous mounds, spread them apart and smothered Cyril’s member. Cyril’s eyes bugged out as Mikhaela pressed her giant jugs together and began bouncing up and down on his member. Cyril’s member could not be seen among Mikhaela’s giant breasts but Mikhaela could feel the heat emitting from his cock in between her cleavage. Cyril felt his body overflowing with pleasure from this amazing titfuck. The glorious feeling of her soft, pillow-y mammaries surrounding his member as they bounced and moved around him was almost too much. He lifted his head from the bed and looked at her.

“This is the most amazing titfuck I’ve ever received,” He said to Mikhaela.

Mikhaela looked at him, releasing some pants from the hefty of her huge breasts and sexual experience.

“Oh we’re not finished yet.”

Mikhaela pressed her jugs together harder and began bouncing them more rapidly. They bounced faster and faster each time they met Cyril’s pelvis. Cyril tightly clutched the sheets of the bed as he was on the edge of cumming. The pressure being put on his cock by Mikhaela pressing her hooters together and the rapid bouncing of said soft fun bags was intense. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’M GONNA CUM!”

A tingle went down Cyril’s back and a geyser of sperm erupted in between Mikhaela’s breasts. Mikhaela removed her breasts from Cyril’s cock and licked some cum out from her cleavage. Cyril sat up and looked at Mikhaela.

“That was great,” Cyril said.

“You did well but you’re still lacking,” Mikhaela replied.

“Huh?”

“You’re one of those guys who can only be satisfied by women and can’t satisfy the woman you’re with,” Mikhaela explained, “In my book, you’re not much better than a virgin.”

Cyril became irritable with Mikhaela about to make some reply when he noticed something. Mikhaela’s nipples were protruding more than when she started his “test”. He had also noticed her face looking a little flushed and a little bit of sweat on her body. Cyril gained a sinister looking smirk on his face. He had realized Mikhaela had unwittingly given him an opening. He stood up off the bed and walked over to Mikhaela. Mikhaela looked a little surprised at him getting up. Cyril grabbed Mikhaela by the shoulders, laid her flat on the bed, and got on top of her.

“Cyril, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna put you to the test now, Mikhaela.”

Cyril pinched the nipple of her left breast in between his right index finger and thumb. Mikhaela gritted her teeth.

“No, stop,” Mikhaela said, “I’m really sensitive there-Ahhh!”

“You’ve played with my sensitive bit,” Cyril replied, “Now it’s my turn.”

Cyril began playing with the right nipple with his left hand. He pinched, tweaked, and tugged her nipples, causing Mikhaela to let out grunts and moans. Cyril moved his hands from her nipples and moved them down to her breasts. He began caressing and massaging Mikhaela’s soft, massive mammaries. Mikhaela moaned a bit as Cyril continued to touch them in awe. They felt amazing like silky pillows with some sort of soft liquid-y substance while still nicely firm. He played with them more by groping and shaking them in his hands. Mikhaela let out a louder moan as he did so.

“AHHHH!” She cried, “Don’t - don’t tease them so much.”

“I’ve never felt or seen such amazing breasts like yours,” Cyril replied, “They’re so soft and fun to play with…but there’s some thing else I wanna do with these.”

“Eh?”

Cyril groped Mikhaela’s tits and began sucking on her nipples alternating from one to the other. He licked and stroked the nipples with his tongue. Cyril found that her nipples had a unique bittersweet taste about them. He had never tasted or teased tits as big as these but he knew just how to get a woman horny and it was effective as evidenced by Mikhaela’s face and sounds. She let out numerous moans of “oh” and “ahh” in pleasure as he did this. Her face showed a bit of blush to her cheeks and a beautiful orgasmic expression.

“You truly know how to use that tongue, don’t you?” Mikhaela said slightly panting.

Cyril took his mouth off of her right nipple and said, “I know how to make you even hotter.”

Cyril removed his left hand from Mikhaela’s right breast, moved it down past her waist, and over Mikhaela’s pussy. He put his index and middle finger together, inserted them into her pussy, and began jabbing into it. Mikhaela let out another, passionate moan at the thrusting fingers. Cyril found it slightly easy to continue jabbing as her pussy had become soaked and wet.

“You’re pretty wet down there, Mikhaela,” Cyril said, “You must really be enjoying this. Let’s go further.”

Cyril went back to sucking on her right nipple but was sucking a little harder with each minute. He also began more rapidly thrusting his fingers in her pussy and fondling her left breast slightly roughly. He kept getting sucking harder and harder on her nipple and jabbing faster and faster into her pussy. Mikhaela was overwhelmed with pleasure. She couldn’t believe how amazing this was. It had been so long since she had a man who could satisfy her in such a way. She mostly found men who were so focused on their pleasure didn’t care if she was pleased or not. As Cyril continued, she just couldn’t take it anymore.

“OH GOD, YES! YES!” She cried, “I’M CUMMING!”

Her pussy trickled her juices out of her pussy and onto Cyril’s fingers. Cyril removed his hand, fingers, and mouth from Mikhaela’s body and sat on the right side of the bed. Mikhaela shakily sat up and looked at him. He looked back at her straight in the eyes.

“So, am I still not much better than a virgin?” He asked her with a proud smirk.

Mikhaela said nothing but sat there for a minute or so. Then she reached out her hands, put them to Cyril’s head and drew him in for a deep passionate kiss. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and Mikhaela replied.

“Thanks. I don’t think I’ve felt so good in a long time…but I don’t think we’re done because your little friend seems ready for more.”

Mikhaela pointed at the erect fleshy pillar in Cyril’s lap. Cyril smiled and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, why don’t we go for the real stuff instead of the pleasurable substitutes,” Mikhaela said.

She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and opened up her pussy.

“I want you inside me now.”

Cyril gained a wide smile at her proposal.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Cyril moved from the right side of the bed and came to the center. He held his member in his hands and began prodding Mikhaela’s pussy with the tip of it. He slowly drove the head into Mikhaela’s pussy lips and pulled it out. Mikhaela cringed a bit when he began prodding.

“I told you not to tease me so much,” She said with a pleading whine with a tinge of pleasure in her voice.

“I was just trying to get a feel for those wet, juicy lips before I drove it in,” Cyril said, “Now here’s what you wanted.”

Cyril grabbed Mikhaela’s hips and drove his cock into her wet pussy. They both let out a small grunt when Cyril did so. Thought soft and wet, Mikhaela’s pussy tightly wrapped around Cyril’s cock. He started to pull it out and began thrusting it back and forth in her pussy. He bounced Mikhaela on his penis as he did so; each thrust slamming his pelvis to her pussy’s lips. With each thrust, Mikhaela’s humongous hooters shook and bounced to the rhythmic jabs. Mikhaela tried her best to steady herself by holding on to the head of the bed. This was not to merely keep her from being slapped in the face by her own mammaries or accidentally hitting her head on the wall but to hold on to something in this moment of ecstasy. She couldn’t believe that she was overflowing with such pleasure. Cyril felt the same about the moment as well. Mikhaela felt amazing. He couldn’t believe he had just started his journey and he was screwing perhaps the hottest and bustiest witch he had ever seen. Her pussy felt amazing like having his member stroked by a soft, squishy, wet velvet hole.

“Your pussy is great,” Cyril complimented, “So tight yet soft.”

“Thank you…Cyril,” Mikhaela replied in a panting moan, “Your cock is…is great too. I can hardly stand it!”

“Oh, we’re not finished yet. Let kick it up a notch.”

Cyril then began quickening the pace and rhythm of his thrusts into Mikhaela’s pussy. Each of his thrusts began getting harder and harder and felt like they were going deeper and deeper. Mikhaela let out a loud moan when he did so. She felt her body increasing in heat from Cyril’s burning member in her pussy. She felt it growing as it consumed her being with pleasure. Cyril felt it as well. Mikhaela’s pussy was like a steamy, wet furnace, brimming with soothing, sensual heat that made his body tingle. He was almost to the breaking point.

“I can’t hold it much longer, honey,” Mikhaela cried.

“I know what you mean. I’m almost there, too,” Cyril replied to her.

Suddenly, Cyril felt a tingle down his spine. He knew what was approaching.

“I’m about to climax!” He said.

“Yes! Yes! Me too,” Mikhaela replied, “Let’s come together!”

Neither of the mystics could hold it any longer. They unleashed their juices.

“AAAHHHHHH!” “OOOHHHHH!” They screamed.

A mix of sperm and pussy juices leaked out of the pussy, giving the pair their sexual release.

A few hours later, Mikhaela and Cyril lied in bed looking up at the ceiling. Cyril’s left arm resting behind Mikhaela’s shoulder, both of them feeling nearly exhausted but satisfied.

“That was wonderful,” Cyril said.

“Yes, it was,” Mikhaela said, “Let’s do it again.”

Cyril looked at her incredulously after hearing her suggestion.

“But we just did twice in the past couple hours.”

Mikhaela turned on her side to face him.

“So what?” She asked, “We’re both young and probably have stamina to rival elves. I want to treasure this night before I get going again.”

It donned on Cyril. He had forgotten she was a traveling sorceress. She probably has to be on the road a lot and doesn’t have the chance to enjoy a small night like this. Mikhaela put her arms around Cyril's neck and drew herself closer to him, pressing her breasts up against his side. He gained a wide grin at the soft feeling of her boobs.

“Are you saying you can say no to a pair of tits like these?” She asked playfully.

“Well, I guess once more won’t kill me.”

“Yay!”

A loud knock came at the door. Cyril and Mikhaela sat up on the bed, surprised by the knock. Cyril turned to Mikhaela.

“Were we expecting anyone?” He asked her.

“No,” She said, “I called for room service an hour ago and we got it already. I could’ve sworn I put the ‘do not disturb’ thing on the handle.”

Another knock came at the door this time louder. Mikhaela shrugged.

“Ah who cares? Maybe if we don’t open it, they’ll take the hint and go away.” She tackled Cyril on to the bed, “Let’s get back to some lovin’, sweetie.”

Another, even louder knock came at the door. Mikhaela sighed irritably and sat up on the bed.

“CAN’T YOU READ THE NOTE? DO NOT DISTURB!”

The door broke from the lock and swung open. Cyril sat up lightning fast at the sound of the door slamming against the wall. Mikhaela grabbed the sheets and covered her breasts. A trio of goblins with pieces of blood red and gold armor burst into the room.

“Alright,” said one of the goblins, “Give us what we want."

Cyril sat there on the bed in shock at the sight before him, with one thought going through his mind:

What the hell is going on?

…To be continued.