Author: Silk Cords

Email: PrivateMessagesAcct@protonmail.com

 

I’m doing away with the disclaimers at this point.  People should know whose characters are whose, that this is adult only material, and strictly fantasy.  Enough said.  Note my take on Hexanna is a bit different from Mister X though, and intended to add a little depth to the character.

This takes place sometime around the upcoming Witchfire Part 5 story, which should be ready next week, and of course, on Halloween night.  I’ll add some context clues to future stories to let everyone know where exactly this falls within the timeline.  For now, just enjoy it as a stand alone story.

 

Witchfire (Slightly Belated) Halloween Special

 

Krystal sat at the small table in the lounge room of the She-legion headquarters.  Her face wore a stern but reflective expression as she focused on the tarot cards sitting on the table in front of her.  They were laid out in a traditional Celtic Cross pattern for her reading.  Sadly, the cards gave her little indication of her future.  The only revelations, if they could be called that, were that she’d get to where she wanted eventually, but that there would be a great deal of turmoil along the way.  That, she had to admit, was almost a given in a place like Delta City.

What am I not seeing, she asked herself.  There must be more, something in the cards’ positions and relationship I’m overlooking…

Krystal’s gaze fell on the 6^th and 7^th position cards and her brow furrowed.  The uneasy feeling in her stomach told her something was wrong there.   The sixth card was supposed to be the next important event in her path.  It was The Tower.  The card was generally dreaded by tarot readers as it symbolizes ruin.  Granted, on a more positive level, it could also symbolize rebuilding after ruin.  The question that haunted Krystal was which meaning held true for her?  Did she walk through the fire already, or was the worst yet to come?  

The seventh, which represented how she saw herself, was The Empress card, which should herald a positive encounter with the divine or unexpected blessings.  Trying to rectify how that fit into her current self-image, which was fairly low after recent events, was difficult to say the least.

Krystal looked up as Hexanna strolled by, and quickly hopped out of the chair. 

“Hey, Hexanna,” Krystal said, “can we… talk, please?”  Her voice had taken a more timid tone towards the end of the request.

“I suppose so,” Hexanna replied in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation.

Krystal let out a guilty sigh.  “Look…  I… just wanted to say I’m sorry about what I said when I first arrived here.”  “It was uncalled for, and I acted like a total bitch.”  She paused uneasily for a few moments.  “The only thing I can say at all in my defense is I was scared and in shock.”  “It doesn’t make it right though, and I’m sorry.”

Hexanna nodded thoughtfully.  “I appreciate that.”  “It’s… difficult to stay mad at you after you saved the entire team also.”

“Helped save,” Krystal gently corrected.  “No way I could have done that solo.”  “Either way, I sense there’s still some tension between us and I want to make it right.” “Hell, in the few rare times I imagined myself here, I figured you would be the one heroine that I’d click with.”  “You know, us having some commonality and all.”

Hexanna smiled wryly and adjusted the voodoo priestess styled bikini top to better support her huge breasts.  “Not as much as you think,” she said calmly.

Krystal gave her a puzzled look.

“Sit, let’s talk,” Hexanna said.  “I suppose if we’re going to be teammates, at least for the foreseeable future, we ought to understand each other a bit better.”

“Agreed,” Krystal nodded, as both women took a seat. 

“OK, so first thing…” Hexanna started.  “It’s not easy for me to admit, but the tension isn’t all about what you said.”  “I’ve always had a hard time fitting into my role as a heroine.”

“From what little I’ve seen, you’re just as capable as the rest of the women here,” Krystal replied.

“Which isn’t saying much at times,” Hexanna replied wistfully.  “That aside, the truth is, I just don’t believe in magic to begin with.”

“What?” Krystal replied, a completely shocked look on her face.  “I don’t understand, you have a magic staff, and…”

“You call it magic,” Hexanna corrected.  “I call it some sort of science I can’t understand yet.”  “I’ve never been able to do anything beyond that staff’s use, or sense any weird presences or any of the other things mages like you claim to do.”  “It just doesn’t make sense to my logical mind.”

“Then why the loin cloth and bikini top to look like a voodoo priestess?” Krystal asked, genuinely curious.

“A subconscious kink, a whim, I don’t know…” Hexanna replied.  “From a psychological standpoint it helps sell the gimmick and scares some criminals.”  “You already know the aphrodite gene makes our hormones out of control to the point of being fairly exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, but…” Krystal paused, unsure what to say next.  “Just… mind blown here.”

Hexanna shrugged and chuckled briefly.  “My father is a physicist, and my mother is a biochemist.”  “I was taught early on that there’s a rational explanation for everything, no matter how strange.”  “Even if that explanation is hysteria or some other trick of the mind, as my own training has taught me.”

Krystal chuckled.  “Ahhh, you’re a shrink.”  “That explains a few things.”

“Psychologist to be specific,” Hexanna said.  “I don’t believe in drugs unless the situation is serious.”

“Even Jung’s archetypes are believed to be patterned after magical ones though,” Krystal replied.

“Or the other way around,” Hexanna said with a knowing smile.  “You’re fairly insightful, so I’m sure we could debate the possibilities until the cows came home.”  “To get back to the original subject though, just know that your arrival rattled my confidence regarding my place on the team.”  “What you do has me perplexed as well.”   “I’ll figure it out though, eventually,” Hexanna added with a slight smile.

“And what if I came riding through here on a unicorn, or I sprouted fairy wings?” Krystal asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t believe in fairies.” Hexanna replied.

Krystal’s eyes immediately went wide and she clutched her throat, coughing and choking.  She turned pale and fell out of her chair.  Hexanna immediately sprang out of her chair and kneeled by Krystal, trying to figure out what to do to aid the strawberry blond witch.  As fast as it had begun, Krystal stopped and then started laughing. 

“Got you,” Krystal laughed.

“You are a pain in the ass,” Hexanna replied with an amused chuckle.  “OK, so let’s say I want to believe,” she said as both women returned to their chairs.  “I just haven’t seen anything that can’t be explained away as science run amok or just plain hallucinations.”

“I kind of get it,” Krystal replied thoughtfully.  “When I was first learning Wicca, I was in my early teens.”  “It was hard to accept that the ability to totally change everything sucky in my world just required faith and focus.”  “Even more so when I learned all the rules about not misusing the craft.”   

“Ahhh yes, the infamous rules of 3 and 10 that so many witches seem to rationalize their way around,” Hexanna replied with just a hint of smugness.

“I’m impressed,” Krystal replied.

“A rational mind explores a subject from all sides before coming to a determination,” Hexanna said.  “I’ve seen enough oddness, such as that apparent mind transfer between Nightmare Witch and Ms. Americana to keep the doors of possibility cracked open a little.”  “Speaking of things known…” Hexanna added, staring at the tarot cards for a moment.  “Whatever you were trying to find answers on looks like a very rocky path, but ultimately ending well.”

“You can read the cards too…” Krystal replied.  “Very nice.”  “At least you’re open minded.”

“Exploring all sides, remember?” Hexanna replied.  “So, what made you pick Freya as your chosen aspect of the goddess to follow?”

Krystal smiled slightly.  “Teenage rebellion partially.”  “She was badass in her stories; strong, alluring and fully embracing her sexuality.”  “That’s pretty appealing when you’re one of the outcast girls in school.”

“I can see where she would be,” Hexanna replied.  “That whole losing your powers after sex thing has to be rough though.”

“It’s only if I’m raped by a combat opponent and he both climaxes me and cums in me.” Krystal said a bit awkwardly.  She was clearly embarrassed by the turn the conversation had taken.  “It’s sort of a perverse lesson about being as determined in battle as she is, and that it’s OK to use sex as a tool, but not to have it forced upon you.”

“Interesting…” replied Hexanna in a clinical tone.  Krystal couldn’t help but get the feeling she was being psycho-analyzed now.

“It’s a perverse twist on feminism for sure, but it encourages us to be strong,” Krystal said.  “I’ve never felt the same kind of connection with other goddesses though.”  “Besides, I can get my magic restored via a purification ritual.”

Lady Midnight entered the room at that point, ending ay further conversation.  “Hey, I need you two to go check out Nightmare Manor,” the buxom ebony crimefighter said.  “There’s some major weirdness going on there.”  “Nightmare Witch is still in prison too, so we know it’s not her.”

“That’s about the last place I want to be tonight,” Hexanna replied.

“I’m stuck here on monitor duty and everybody else is busy with their own patrols or attending social gatherings, like Assistant DA Angela Greer should be,” Lady Midnight grumbled.

Krystal stared off in the direction of Nightmare Manner, a distant look on her face.  “Whatever is going on there…” she said softly, “…it’s bad.”  She snapped out of the near trance she was in and looked at the other two women.  “There’s a dark presence there… scary level dark.”

Lady Midnight nodded.  “Whatever it is, you two are the most qualified to deal with it.”  “Head out… and be careful.”

“Well, with Nightmare Witch gone, there’s doubtless nothing there but whatever special effects equipment she uses,” Hexanna said.  “It should be a cakewalk.”

Krystal grabbed her staff form where it was leaning against the nearby wall and tapped it in the ground.  A ring of golden light rose from the floor, floating up Krystal’s body and transforming her street clothes into her Witchfire costume and mask.

“Ready to rush into the jaws of doom?” Hexanna asked mockingly.

“Not quite…” Witchfire replied as she weaved protective spells around herself.  “You should let me put some protective spells on you as well.”

“I would if there was any such thing,” Hexanna said in a slightly snarky tone.

Witchfire glared at Hexanna, unnerving the older woman with the intensity of her gaze.  “Humor me,” she demanded sternly.

“Fine,” Hexanna said with an exasperated sigh.  “Do your thing and let’s go.”

Witchfire waved her staff on front of Hexanna while chanting a few words in an unrecognizable language.  A white light enveloped Hexanna briefly and then was absorbed into her.

“Faith factors into magic use and effectiveness,” Witchfire said flatly. “so try to avoid the I do not believe stuff until we’re done.”  With a wave of her staff, Krystal teleported them both to the front steps of Nightmare Manor. 

The old Victorian style manor house dated back to before the founding of Delta City.  It’s dilapidated appearance and the unnatural things that always seemed to happen around the house kept most of the city’s residents far away from it.  The city had tried to tear it down on a few occasions, but it always managed to be restored to its previous decrepit but otherwise intact state overnight.

Witchfire and Hexanna approached the door cautiously, an uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomachs.  Witchfire was about to cast a detection spell on the door when it swung open on its own.

“Enter freely and of your own will,” a deep yet ethereal voice said. 

Hexanna gasped sharply, and looked all around.  “Where did that voice come from?”

“I’m… not sure.” Witchfire replied uneasily.  “Watch your step inside.”  “No telling what we’ll find.”

They crept slowly inside, circling as they went.  Both women jumped with a start as the door slammed shut behind them.

“It… was just the wind,” Hexanna said, trying to catch her breath.  The wind was indeed howling eerily outside, brushing the branches of the old dead looking trees around the house against its decaying wooden walls.

“This is asinine,” Hexanna said with wit a disgusted tone.  She drew herself up to her full 5 foot 11 inch height and straightened her silky jet black tresses.  “Nightmare Witch is in prison.”   “Whatever is going on here is just a rough henchman or some bored kids playing a stupid Halloween prank, or her stupid haunted house special effects going off on their own.” 

Witchfire started to say something, but the statuesque brunette cut her off.  “I’m not spending all night in this dump chasing shadows and special effects.”  “You go that way, and search the downstairs.”  “I’ll go this way and search upstairs.”  “We can get this done, go home and watch TV and have a hot cup of cider.”

Witchfire let out an exasperated sigh, realizing there was no point in trying to argue with the woman.  “Fine,” she growled.  She turned and headed down the hallway.

 

 

Hexanna quickly explored the parlor of the old house and then proceeded up the stairway to the second floor.  Each step creaked unnaturally no matter how lightly she tried to walk or where she placed her foot on the step.

“Superstitious bunch of crap…” Hexanna muttered.  “Ghosts and goblins are nothing but the paranoid delusions of an uneducated mind.”  Hexanna felt the strange energy that Witchfire had placed around her start to glitch and fizzle in and out.  “Bah, just my imagination,” she grumbled.  “The darkness in here just has me on edge.”  Remembering Krystal using her staff as a light source while practicing at the She-Legion headquarters, Hexanna held up her staff and tried to do the same thing.  After concentrating intensely for a few moments, the skull on top of the staff began to glow a soft orange-yellow light.  It was just enough to illuminate Hexanna’s immediate area.  Even that amount of light gave her some comfort though.

Hexanna opened a door and walked into what appeared to be a study or library.  A dusty, moth eaten rug covered most of the wooden floor, and the walls were lined with bookshelves overflowing with old dusty tomes.   She walked a third of the way through the room when the door slammed shut behind her.  Before she even had time to turn around however, several twisting pillars of grey mist formed at various spots around the room.  They quickly formed into the shapes of stereotypical sheet wearing ghosts and began flying about the room.  Hexanna could see right through each and every one of them however.

“Very cute,” Hexanna said in a snarky tone.  “They’ve been doing that trick at Disney’s haunted house for decades however.”  “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“You will be punished for trespassing and disturbing our rest,” the spirits all wailed in unison.  One of them flew straight at Hexanna but collided with her in a spark of light.  It retreated to the shadows wailing angrily.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts!” Hexanna screamed. 

No sooner had she said that than the tingling feeling she had since Witchfire had cast her spell, completely left her body.  Hexanna swatted at an approaching ghost and her arm passed right through it.  There was an icy stabbing sensation all through her hand and forearm as she did, and an uneasy, sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“What the hell?!?” Hexanna blurted out as panic set in.  She raised her staff and shot a bolt of energy at one ghost, who barely dodged it.  Another ghost flew right through her abdomen, doubling her over with the same icy cold, sickly sensation.  She gritted her teeth in rage and stood up, raising her staff.

“I think that’s quite enough of that dreadful thing,” said a deep and seductive masculine voice from the shadows.

Suddenly Hexanna’s staff was torn from her grasp by some unseen force.  Hexanna gasped, and tried to lunge for her staff, but her body wouldn’t move.  A moment later she felt her body lifted into the air and she was suspended just inches off the ground and completely unable to move.  A dark figure stepped seemingly right out of the shadowy nothingness in the corner of the room.  As he approached, Hexanna could make out more details.  He was a tall man, about 6 foot 4 inches she guessed.  His build was wiry but still quite muscular.  His features, as well as his earlier words, seemed Eastern European, but Hexanna couldn’t be sure.  His short cut dark hair was parted on the left side, and he wore black pants, a white shirt that looked like something out of a pirate movie or a gothic romance novel, and an ornately decorated red sash.  Even in the darkness, Hexanna found herself captivated by his dark brown eyes.

“Clothing on food…” the dark mysterious stranger said as he sauntered closer.  “Such a waste.”  With a wave of his hand, Hexanna’s top flew from her body.  Her massive 36DDD breasts plopped lightly against her chest as they were freed.  Her large dark areola and nipples stood out in stark contrast to the pale skin of her soft mounds.

Hexanna screamed, completely overcome with terror as the stranger came closer.  There was something completely unnatural about him that struck fear into her down to the depths of her soul.

“Wh… what do you want?” Hexanna demanded weakly.  Her voice cracked as she tried to challenge the ominous presence coming towards her.

With a wave of his hand, the loin cloth was torn from Hexanna’s body.  “You, of course,” the dark stranger said as he stepped face to face with Hexanna and stared at her.

 

 

 

Downstairs, as Hexanna stomped off into the den, Witchfire crept into the next room.  She saw nothing, but couldn’t escape the uneasy feeling that she was being watched.  Watched by something soullessly evil and utterly devoid of humanity. 

“Shirak!” Witchfire commanded as she held her staff up.  Immediately the area was flooded with a soft white light radiating from the top of her staff.  She felt the evil retreat…  Not fully, only just enough to withstand the light.  It was still there, watching… waiting.  She spent several minutes scouring the room for any clues.  Finding none, she decided reluctantly to move downstairs where Nightmare Witch’s laboratory and ritual chamber were.

“I don’t know if I’m better off doing this alone or getting Hexanna’s arrogant ass down here also.” Witchfire muttered to herself.

She started to open the door when she heard movement within.  Her intuition began screaming at her, and every hair on the back of her neck stood up.

If I was an idiot in a horror movie or Scooby Doo cartoon, I’d walk blindly in, Krsytal thought.  Momma didn’t raise no stupid witches though.

Krystal slammed the door shut and quickly cast a sealing spell on it.  No sooner had she done so than there was thrashing against the door from the other side along with screeching noises and inhuman hissing sounds.

Whatever is on the other side of that door can stay there, Krystal thought as she tried to calm her racing heart.  If the stories are true, the evils around this place disappear at sunrise anyway.  Thank Freya that’s not too far off.

Krystal took a piece of chalk and drew several runes around the edge of the door, reinforcing her sealing spell.  After that, she took some powder from a pouch on her belt and sprinkled it in a line across one of the stairs, then cast a spell causing the strange powder to glow a bright gold color briefly.

“Goddess, please let that hold them,” Witchfire muttered quietly.  She headed back up the stairs into the grand entry hall when she felt an inhuman presence.  Guided by pure intuition, she raised her staff and fired a bolt of magical energy.  It struck a large grey skinned bat-like humanoid squarely in the chest.  The creature was knocked out of mid-air while attempting to swoop down on Witchcraft, and it crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

“Vampire!!” Witchfire shrieked.  “Holy shit!”  Acting on pure instinct and training, Witchfire raised her staff and chanted a spell.  A glowing magical protection circle eight feet wide suddenly formed on the ground beneath her.  The center was a hexagram and it was surrounded by a circular band of glowing magical runes and symbols that rotated slowly around it.

Several more vampires threw themselves at Witchfire, only to be painfully repelled by the protection circle.  Witchfire made the staff glow even brighter and then thrust it into the floor in the dead center of the circle.  The light illuminated most of the room and made the vampires hesitant.  Witchfire began casting spells and flinging magical energy at the undead abominations.

She fought for what seemed like an eternity, but had really only been about a half hour going by the faint hints of pre-dawn light peeking through the plantation shutters on the windows.  She had slain several of the beasts, but they just seemed to keep coming no matter how many she struck down.  Fighting that long had begun to take a toll on Witchfire though.  Exhaustion was setting in and she wasn’t sure how long she could keep up the fight.

With a shriek of terror, a naked Hexanna raced down the half circle shaped stair case, barely dodged a lunging vampire, and raced inside the circle.   “HELP ME!!” she screamed.

“What happened?” Witchfire demanded as she shook Hexanna to try to return her to her senses.

“At… attacked,” Hexanna stuttered, her voice and body trembling.  “Got… away when… he sensed you though.”

“Let me see your neck, now,” Witchfire demanded sternly.

A confused and terrified Hexanna reluctantly complied.  Seeing no bite marks on the other woman, Witchfire relaxed ever so slightly.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve been turned…” Witchfire grumbled.  “Now who attacked you, and where’s your staff?”

“Up… upstairs,” Hexanna said, still terrified.  As if on que, a slow clapping began from the top of the stairs.

“Most impressive, especially for one so young,” a dark voice said from the top of the stairway.  “Very few mages have the ability to outright create a protection circle without drawing it out by hand.”  “No wonder the scent of magic coursing through your blood is so… alluring.”

Witchfire’s eyes went wide as she recognized the dark figure walking slowly down the stairway.  “Count Ivanova!” she gasped.

“You’ve heard of me, how flattering,” Count Ivanova remarked cavalierly.

Witchfire turned to Hexanna.  “We have to find a way out of here, now!” she said, a touch of panic entering her normally calm voice.  “He’s the only one other than the Abomination that I’ve seen manhandle Ms. Americana and not give a damned if she was wearing her power belt.”

“Ahhh yes, she was quite the meal, and… how do you uncultured people say nowadays?” Ivanova said almost dismissively.  “Oh yes, fuck toy…  earlier this evening.”  “That cow behind you might have been also, if I hadn’t sensed your wonderful energy.”  “And yes, all humans are nothing but cattle for my kind.”  “You however…” he said, stepping up to the edge of the protection circle, “The power running through your veins mars you as something special.”  “Lower this ridiculous spell, surrender yourself to me and I will make you my queen.”  “Men will fear you and you will have power unimagined and eternal life.”

“Unlife you mean,” Witchfire snarled.  “How about you go to hell instead?”  Witchfire unleashed a blast of magical energy at Ivanova which he dismissively backhanded away.

“You are no match for me here, in this place.” Ivanova mused.  “Doubly so in your current fatigued condition while trying to maintain this feeble spell.”

“If it’s so feeble, cross it and come get me,” Witchfire snarled defiantly.

Ivanova nodded silently and Hexanna struck Witchfire with a double axe handle blow to the back of the head.  The move momentarily stunned the slender redhead, and Hexanna pinned Witchfire’s arms behind her back.  Then she ran her foot over the lines of the circle, breaking it.  Making matters worse, she then kicked Witchfire’s staff out of the circle and across the room.

“If you were a master magician…” Ivanova remarked as he stepped into the now broken circle, “your circle would have been composed of pure energy.”  “Talented as you are, you can only gather dust and similar materials into the form you desire and then energize your circle.”  “Thus... it is as easily broken as any neophyte’s.”  Ivanova reached out to grasp the tie cords at the front of Witchfire’s corset and recoiled in pain as magical energy lashed out at him.  “Arrgghh!!” he howled.  “Damn you, you bitch.”

“I’m not stupid enough to come to a place like this without casting protective spells first.” Witchfire snarled, trying to regain her senses fully.  “You may have gotten past the circle, but I’m still protected against undead and any other sort of unholy abomination.”

“A shame that’s all you had the foresight to protect yourself against,” Ivanova growled.  “Also a shame that I know your weakness, little devotee of Freya.”  “So, while I may not be able to break your magic, my pet here can do so.”

“Wha?” Witchfire started.  Her thought was cut off by Hexanna switching to a rather erotic bearhug with one hand slipping into Witchfire’s corset and caressing her soft 34C breasts while the other slipped through the slit of Witchfire’s skirt and began gently caressing her womanhood.   “Hexanna…” Witchfire moaned, “st… stop.”

Hexanna responded by forcing Witchfire down and backwards.  Hexanna ended up on her back. With the smaller Witchfire laying on her back on top of Hexanna.   She wiggled Witchfire’s right breast free of the corset and began caressing and kneading it.  Witchfire let out a moan of wanton pleasure at Hexanna’s surprisingly skilled touch. 

Ever since the run-in with Dragon Queen’s monster plant, Witchfire’s breasts had been her Achilles heel.  They were responsive before, but now they were almost aphrodite level sensitive.  Any form of gentle manipulation of her girls drove her crazy, and started them producing milk as well.  She could already feel the telltale heaviness growing in her breasts as well.

Hexanna hooked her legs over and around Witchfire’s and forced them further apart.  When she did so, Witchfire saw the fatal error she’d made earlier; fang marks on Hexanna’s left inner thigh.  The vampire lord had chosen a more discreet and intimate way of enslaving the would be spallcaster.

With her legs now forced apart by the more powerful aphrodite woman, Witchfire was completely vulnerable to her manipulations.  Hexanna slipped her hand underneath Witchfire’s panty and began softly circling her defenseless slit.  Witchfire struggled to escape, but Hexanna was just too strong.  Even as a base level aphrodite, she was as strong as 3 to 5 well-conditioned men.  Witchfire moaned loudly as Hexanna’s long, slender fingertips slid between her already wet folds.  Hexanna found Witchfire’s clit and began softly and masterfully circling it with her fingertips.  In a matter of minutes, Witchfire was squirming frantically, gasping for breath and crying out loudly.

“Between her pheromones and your rather unique but delicious vulnerability, it won’t be long now.” Ivanova remarked with a smirk.  “I’d ask you to admit defeat and swear yourself to me, body and soul, but…  I admit I am enjoying the show.”

It took every ounce of willpower Witchfire had, but she managed to hold out five more minutes.  Under Hexanna’s relentless assault though, Witchfire’s body inevitably betrayed her.  She shrieked at the top of her lungs and arched her back as her body twitched and convulsed.  For the first time in her young life, the defenseless heroine experienced a squirting orgasm.  Her juices spraying past her pulled aside panties and all down her thighs, clear to her knees and all over the floor between her thighs.

Witchfire felt the first layer of her protective magics fail with her intense orgasm.  She looked up at Ivanova, terrified.  He merely smiled and with an intricate wave of his fingers, her corset began unlacing itself and then fell open to either side of her.  Witchfire’s heavy, now swollen breasts sloshed to the sides also, milk dribbling out of her achingly hard nipples and running down the alabaster, freckled surface of her breasts and down her abdomen. 

With another wave of Ianova’s hand, Witchfire’s skirt removed itself from her body and flew across the room.  Then with another wave, her mask was gone, leaving Krystal completely exposed to the monster.  Then he looked at Hexanna and nodded.

“Continue, my pet,” He said casually.  “She has more defenses to strip away.”  “I know how you’ve been wanting this as well.”

Hexanna wiggled out from underneath the exhausted Krystal, and then laid on top of her.  She kissed Krystal’s neck several times and ran her tongue along it, open mouthed, almost as if intending to feed on Krystal herself.  The only thing that kept Krystal from completely panicking at that thought was that she knew it took two bites from a vampire to completely turn a person.  With only one, they were reduced to an almost helpless thrall of the vampire.

Hexanna kissed her way down to Krystal’s exposed breasts, sending erotic jolts between the helpless heroine’s breasts and clit with every kiss on her soft globes.  Krystal began moaning again despite her best efforts to resist.  She completely lost it and cried out in ecstasy as Hexanna took her nipple into her mouth, began flicking it with her tongue, and then suckling it.  Krystal’s moans immediately turned into howls of erotic pleasure as she was milked by the older woman.  Within moments, Krystal had three orgasms that left her weakened and shaken.  While moderate in intensity, they were stronger than anything she experienced before arriving in Delta City.  Each one left her feeling weaker and her magical defenses stripped a little further bare as well.

Hexanna shifted her position, putting herself in a seated position between Krystal’s legs long enough to pull off the redhead’s panties and expose the light strip of bright red hair on her mons.  Then Hexanns moves to almost sitting on one of Krystal’s legs while holding the other leg in the V of her bent arm.  The position put her pussy right against Krystal’s now exposed and soaking wet womanhood.  Hexanna leaned forward, pinning Krystal beneath her.  She began kissing and suckling Krystal’s breasts as she grinded her pussy against Krystal’s. 

The combination was like being struck by erotic lighting for the trapped strawberry blond enchantress.  With her body already primed by multiple orgasms, it took only moments for the skilled raven haired vixen to bring Krystal to several more orgasms.  Krystal thrashed and screamed in ecstasy, but was being completely dominated by the older heroine.  She screamed and begged for Hexanna to stop in between her screaming from the intense orgasms ravaging her body.  Hexanna only seemed to become more aroused and determined the more Krystal pleaded however.

Finally, Krystal collapsed, exhausted and only half conscious, onto the floor.  She panted and gasped for breath as she tried to remain conscious.  She watched, too weak to move as Ivanova waved Hexanna off of her and then undressed.  Ivanova’s cock was huge; as thick around as a small plum and at least 10 inches long.  Ivanova gave Hexanna a nod.  The leggy brunette responded immediately and forced Krystal to her feet, and again trapped Krystal’s hands behind her back.

Ivanova walked over and pressed his naked body against Krystal’s, sandwiching the redhead between master and thrall.  “Now, you will obey me, and I will claim the rest of your magic,” he declared.  He locked eyes with Krystal and the two engaged in a fierce battle of wills as Ivanova attempted to use his ability to charm mortals on her.  “Bah, you are too stubborn for your own good, child,” Ivanova growled as he broke eye contact.”  “No matter, there are other, more effective ways to ensure your cooperation.”

He nuzzled Krystal’s cheek, inhaling the scent of her hair and body.  Krystal squirmed frantically knowing what was coming next.  With a growl, Ivanova sunk his fangs deep into Krystal’s neck.  Her head fell back and she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.  The brief sting of the bite quickly became a crashing symphony of utter agony and absolute ecstasy consuming her body.  The pain and pleasure were each unbearable.  Combined, Krystal thought she’d literally go insane.  She felt herself orgasm intensely at least three different times, and then was aware of the sensation of her juices flowing down her inner thighs.  Then she felt herself slip away into a warm darkness.  She couldn’t remember why she had come here or what she was fighting against.  Her whole world had become the dark god before her that she would do anything to please.

Ivanova released his bite and smiled as he licked Krystal’s warm blood from his cold, undead lips.  He smiled as he saw the vacant, yet eager look in Krystal’s eyes.  With another nod from Ivanova, Hexanna laid down on her back and pulled Krystal down on top of her.  She laid Krystal’s head against her ample breasts, and positioned the small of Krystal’s back against her wet pussy.  Ivanova quickly mounted Krystal and began to slowly work his massive cock into the enthralled heroine’s pussy.  Krystal cried out in pain and pleasure as the vampire lord worked slowly deeper inside of her.  Hitting her cervix, Ivanova stopped briefly and then with slow, steady pressure forced his way past it and into Krystal’s womb.  Krystal screamed in agony, her back arching high and her breasts falling towards her face as she did.

Having fully hilted himself inside the heroine, Ivanova began aggressively thrusting in and out of her.  Each thrust hilting inside her again and rocking her body forward.  The movement rubbed her body against Hexanna’s pussy and sent moans of pleasure through her.  Krystal wailed as Ivanova took her.  Over and over he thrust vigorously in and out of her.  Despite the pain, Krystal craved nothing more than to feel Ivanova inside of her, to please her master in any way she could.  She rocked her hips forward to meet his every thrust.  Krystal’s actions only stimulated Hexanna further and soon the brunette was crying out as her orgasm came rippd through her.  For Krystal, the pain gradually faded.  The combination of her entrancement and Hexanna’s now out of control pheromones served to drive her crazy.  Soon both women were experiencing orgasm after intense orgasm. 

Krystal’s tight, constantly clenching and quivering cock eventually drove the vampire lord over the edge.  She felt his body tense, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist just as he climaxed.   With an unholy howl, he thrust deep into Krystal and filled her womb and uterus with his seed.

Something snapped Krystal back to reality at that point.  Perhaps it was the cold clammy feeling of the undead monster’s cum inside of her; a complete contrast to the warmth of live cum.  Perhaps it was Freya, a goddess of life, showing mercy on her.  Krystal’s eye immediately went wide and she began kicking and screaming “NO” repeatedly at the top of her lungs.

Ivanova growled, enraged.  “Perhaps turning you outright will finally break that damnable will of yours!”  he moved his mouth towards Krystal’s breast, lightly dragging his fangs against the delicate pale skin as he prepared to sink his fangs into it.

The front door exploded inward as Lieutenant Falcon and the rest of Delta City’s anti-terrorism and monster unit poured in.  Falcon leveled his chrome plated pistol grip shotgun and fired a solid shell right at Ivanova’s head.  Half of Ivanova’s head exploded from the impact of the massive slug, and then slowly began to reform.  Ivanova’s vampire followers all swooped in from the shadows of the room to attack the invaders.  The police team stood it’s ground briefly, shooting down the monsters with silver bullets or energy weapons.  The tide quickly turned though, and soon they were fighting a losing battle for their lives.

A half-conscious Krystal looked over and spotted her staff several feet away as Ivanova used his magic to repair the door and seal everyone inside.  The staff refused to respond to Krystal’s mental command though.  Dejected, she realized she was completely powerless since Ivanova had raped her.

“Please!” Krystal pleaded.  “Help me!!”

Freya seemingly had no intention of restoring Krystal’s powers or sending her staff to her however.  A few seconds later, one of the police heavy laser rifles was knocked out of the hands of an officer being pummeled by a vampire.  Maybe it was coincidence, maybe divine intervention, but it landed next to Krystal.  She grabbed the rifle, and struggled to lift it.  As abused as her body was, she had barely any strength left.  She managed to hoist the rifle and started to aim it at Ivanova.  He had his back to her and was completely unaware at this point.  She stopped, then aimed at the area where the front entrance wall met the ceiling and opened fire repeatedly.

The wall and ceiling exploded outward, and daylight flooded into the room.  Ivanova and his vampires all burst into flames and tried to flee.  Ost only made it a few feet before being consumed into ash.  Ivanova was about to make it to the shadows when Krystal hit him with another blast from the energy rifle, burning a hole clear through his chest.   The police team fired a net gun at the screaming, burning vampire lord and dragged him back into the sunlight.  Within seconds he was reduced to nothing but a pile of ashes.

With everybody now safe, and the last of her strength spent, Krystal collapsed into unconsciousness on the floor.  Amazing Babe came running in, a disintegrating vampire in one hand.  “Witchfire… is she alright?!?” she asked urgently.

Lt Falcon kneeled over the unconscious redhead’s naked body.  “I’m not sure.” He replied bluntly.  “She’s lost a lot of blood.”  “It looks like they both have.”  “They need medical attention immediately.”

Amazing Babe ran over and put her hands on both of her fallen comrades and channeled her new healing power into both of them.  Hexanna regained consciousness after only a few seconds and moaned softly.  She sat up weakly next to Krystal and one of the officers brought a blanket and wrapped it around her.  Amazing Babe pumped a little more of her healing energy into Hexanna and then focused all of her attention into Krystal.  She scooped the Redhead into her arms and kissed her tenderly as she continued to heal her.  Krystal slowly came figuratively back to life, wrapped her arms around Amazing Babe and kissed her deeply.

Seeing everyone ok, the police team broke out in a short round of applause, which made Krystal blush.  They quickly brought her over a rescue blanket as well and wrapped it around her.  Amazing Babe carried a still weak Krystal in her arms out into the daylight.  Not before an embarrassed Hexanna had retrieved Krystal’s mask and put it on her face though.

“You’re lucky your teammate called us in.” Lt. Falcon said.  He cracked a slight smile.  “Nice save in there too, you’ve definitely got heart.”

Witchfire smiled softly in response as Amazing Babe carried her outside.  “How did you know…” she asked.  Amazing Babe simply smiled, touched her forehead to Witchfire’s and took to the air, flying them back to headquarters.

“That psychic bond has turned out to be more of a blessing than I ever thought,” Witchfire said, resting her head gently against her lover’s chest as Amazing Babe flew her to safety.