The Hag’s Magic Part 1: Buildup

*All characters are 18+, this is entriely fiction. I’ve taken a break from my long term series for a new idea which I’ve had in my head for a while. Hope you enjoy this buildup chapter, part two will be the follow up ;) Comments are encouraged!*

The knight awoke from his deep slumber; head hurting, eyes aching. The moon’s light shone brightly through the small cracked window. He tried to see through the glass to see where he was only to see nothing but woods, lit dimly. He groaned loudly and tried to sit up on the large and strangely comfortable bed spread he was laid upon. *Clink clink* went the shackles which held his arms in place, spread on both sides of the bed. Confusion came across his face when he realised he could not move, the iron was locked in place tightly, he could not escape. He could smell a strong scent coming from the structure which housed him, looking over in the direction of the smell he noticed a dilapidated, rusted door, light slipping through the cracks of it. It was only a second later when it swooped open, making a loud creaking noise. In the frame was a human like figure hunched over and cloaked in a ripped, old black robe. Slowly the figure creeped inside, feet slapping on the cold stone flooring. It stopped infront of him, on the edge of the bed.

The cloaked figure cackled lightly, thin, long bony hands rubbing together as the ear peircing laughs continue. The knight assumed that this was his captor, and guessed from the laugh and small shape of the figure, the captor was an elderly woman. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to wake up boy?” the hag spoke, her voice squeaky and raspy. Evil surrounded her, he could tell whatever the reason he was here for, it could not be for a good reason. The hands moved up to the hood, which hig her face to him, slowly and shaking the woman pulled the hood down to reveal the most ugly woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Bronze skinned, her hair was long and thin, but you would find more hair on a boys chin than on her head. Her face was wrinkled and leathery, a face which had most likely seen thousands of sunsets. “What are you to do with me Hag? release me from my bonds!” the knight cried, trying to escape from the chains. Another cackle filled the room as the woman laughed at his pitiful attempts. “You won’t escape young man…I have plans for such a handsome knight…” A smile curled across her cracked, dry lips.

“How long have I been here?” He asked, to which she replied “A week…the king’s men have been looking all over this forest for you, I have used very powerful magic to keep my home away from those people.” Slowly she moved to the side of the bed, getting close to him. She looked at him, scanning his body, a long finger traced his chest and torso. She grunted softly once she reached his waist. “I am Amyla.” she said to him. “I don’t care.” he replied angrily, moving his body to make her stop. “Mind your tounge boy…im 500 years old…young men these days have no manners…” she shook her head and placed a her finger on his lips. “You know I used to be the fairest woman on this earth, men flocked to try to court me, wars where fought over who gets me. I have been married to fifty men, orcs and elves. Slept with a number uncountable…You look at me like I am some sort of evil witch do you not?” once her finger retracted from his lips he spoke “I know evil when I lay eyes upon it. Only magic can keep you alive this long.” She cackled, showing her broken yellow teeth “You are not just handsome, but smart too young man…I’m glad my experiment will be tested on such a eligable candidate…” quickly she stepped back from the bed and went into the other room, Returning moments later with a small flask of purple liquid in one hand.

Seeing this, the knight grew agitated, nerves shot through his body, what was she going to do to him? “What is that potion?” he asked, voice shaking. “You will find out…but first, I had better get into something more appropriate…” With a click of her fingers her robe was off, showing her naked body, the knight looked away, not wanting to see the naked body of a 500 year old witch. Seconds passed, there was silence. The knight finally opened his eyes to see not a naked old woman infront of him…but someone only he could describe as a goddess. The hags hunchback had fixed itself into a natural posture, her skin shiny and smooth. Her skin a bronzed, legs long and thighs thick. Her lips where plump, glossy and pink, skin flawless, hair black and curly, her arms rested on her wide hips. Her large perfect breasts free from the shackes of clothing. He couldnt stop staring at this woman, he knew this was the hag, it was her…only younger. “You see now? No man can resist me, especially when I am like this.” Her voice was no longer raspy and cold, now warm and alluring, she spun slowly in place to show her large ass, wiggling her hips like the court belly dancers; her long frizzy hair hanging down to her thin waist. Turing back to face him, the knight was visibly dissapointed that she stopped moving.

“Why are you doing this you witch? are you taunting me before you kill me? showing me what a goddess looks like before you send me to hell?” She laughed, lightly brushing her hand up her toned naked body. “Oh no young knight…I plan on bedding with you tonight. It’s been hundreds of years since I had a good fuck…but this won’t be without it’s rules.” She approached him, hips swaying. “First, let me get you comfortable.” Clicking her fingers the knight quickly felt a cold breath of wind overcome him, looking down he noticed his clothes had gone. Totally naked. “Oh…” Amyla bit her lip and looked to the knights cock. “Well, I must say, you have a wonderful cock…But…” She looked back to him, her eyes filled with lust, lips plump and wet “I prefer bigger…living with the Orc clan for some one hundred years makes one used to the size and…girth of an Orc alpha.” she closed her eyes and bit her plump bottom lip “Ahhh yes…I love a good Orc cock…it is a shame their cum tastes vile…unlike humans. Human cum is like wine!” she giggled and uncorcked the flask. “This, young man, is a potion I made. This will give me EXACTLY what I desire.” The knight tried to not listen, her voice was captivating, and her body even more so. Without warning, Amyla forced the flask in his mouth and made him drink the foul tasting liquid.

It took a few moments before he felt the rush. A cold shiver engulfed his body. His vision blurred and focused on Amyla. He foamed at the mouth and groaned loudly. She stepped back and observed her magic take effect on the knight. She locked her eyes on his dick, seeing it slowly grow bigger and bigger, testicles swelling. After about a minute of pure pain from the knight, he went limp. His eyes slowly opening to see what was between his legs. It was about as thick as Amyla’s wrist, roughly 14 inches in length. It stood hard and pointed to the ceiling, veins popping out of the insanely long shaft. The witch moaned and approached the bed, resting her thick ass on the sheets beside his leg “Ohhh, just what I wanted…” she moaned, reached over to the beast between his legs and wrapped her hand around the shaft, unable to wrap her whole hand around it. “Mmmmm, just how I remember them…” slowly she stroked his cock, feeling every vein throb as she stroked him off. He turned from amazed to horny in a second, he writhed in his shackles and felt a rush like he had never left before. Amyla giggled, and moved into position between his legs, arching her back so her test subject can see her ass wiggling. “Are you ready sir knight? Lets hope this tastes as good as it looks…”

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