Witch Chronicles 001 A TG Witches Tale
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Penelope stares up at the orc, wide-eyed and a little stunned. She has only ever seen orcs from a distance as they don’t usually visit parts of the world that she is from. Most are sailors and thus only generally seen at the docks of port cities. But to see one up close—a female at that, well...
“It appears that my arrival may have been a little too late,” the orc says in a gruff yet feminine voice.
The witch quickly shakes her head. “Actually I was enjoying myself.”
The orc’s eyes go wide, but it is very brief. “You like being violated by brownies?”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever played with food that way,” the girl answers.
“Food?”
“Well, technically brownies are dessert, but yeah, food,” Penelope says, looking curiously up at the beautiful creature. “You look like a sailor, so I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”
“I’m a pirate on the ship, Lomand’s Quarry,” the orc answers. “But I am not referring to the dessert, but those vile little creatures that were, err ... having their fancy with you.”
“Fancy... ?” the witch says, whispering the word. “Oh! You mean fucking me!”
“Yes, that is what I mean.”
“For a pirate, you don’t speak like one,” she observes.
“Not all do,” the orc answers.
The witch’s eyes roam from head to toe of the creature standing before her. Her eyes especially linger on the orc’s belly and crotch. “Well, thank you for trying to save me even though I didn’t need it. But, so as not to have your time wasted, would you care to join me in cleaning up?”
“I try not to indulge in human flesh,” the orc answers smugly.
“Oh...”
Realizing what Penelope is suddenly thinking, the orc quickly says, “While many of my kind will deal with human slaves, I do not.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” Penelope sighs. “I mean, not that I wouldn’t mind the servicing part, I just really like to come and go as I please.”
“Well, if it is as you say, you seem to enjoy that a lot,” the orc says in observation of the witch’s predicament.
“Well, since you care not to join, I think I need to clean up,” Penelope says. “By the way, I’m Penelope.”
“I am Sharamph, but you may call me Shara,” the orc says, offering a hand to the witch. Penelope takes it, liking the strength Shara uses to practically pull her single-handedly to her feet. “There is a small brook just through there that you can use, though I’m not certain what you can do about your clothes.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” Penelope says. “I can cast a spell that will fix them.”
“You’re a witch then?”
The girl smiles at this. “I certainly am. I’m a...” Quickly she thinks back to what Hazel had told her once about not revealing the truth about everything. “ ... quite a powerful one too. I dabble a bit in the arts of sexual magic.”
“So you’ve trained with the elves?”
“No, my mother and father might have,” she says proudly. “Perhaps you’ve heard of High Wizard Starkey?”
Shara makes a face. “I cannot say that I have.”
The witch starts wondering over toward the brook, talking over her shoulder. “I’m surprised because he is quite the wizards, as is my mother. In fact I am trying to find her.”
“Your mother?” Shara asks, following her.
“Yes, the demon Arseus has her,” the witch explains, already forgetting Hazel’s words of wisdom. “The only problem I have now is finding him. Plus the vampire Randomir took my best friend to this demon. So now it has become an issue of rescuing both.”
“It certainly sounds like your plate is full,” Shara remarks.
“Oh, it is,” the witch agrees. “Would you like to hear everything I’ve been through so far?”
The orc throws up her hands. “I really do not have much else to do, so why not?”
“You don’t have to get back to your ship?” the witch asks, curious.
“Not yet,” Shara says with a smile. “I am actually on a mission to recover an artifact of sorts. You can serve as a means of distraction from that.”
“Well, I don’t want to delay you,” Penelope says, pausing at the edge of the brook, turning around.
“Oh no, no,” Shara quickly says. “I’m not in any hurry. Besides, as I may not try to indulge, I do not mind taking in an eye full when I can.”
This brings a smile to the witch’s face. She turns back around and steps into the cool water. Penelope gives a full detail of her quest, from the beginning when she and Hazel first merged until now. Shara listens with intent, absorbing every detail and never once interrupting.
“That’s quite a story,” the orc pirate says once the witch is finished spinning her tale. “I am particularly interested in the demon Bazech. If anyone knows where to find Arseus, it would be him.”
“I didn’t even think about that,” Penelope admits, pulling out a bag that the orc didn’t see before and then the book to summon the demon from it. She had already mended her dress and is now sitting across from Shara. “I’ll be honest though, he may not be real happy to see me again.”
“They generally are not once they don’t get their way,” the orc comments.
“Oh? Do you know a lot about demons?”
Shara shrugs. “I’ve been around the world and I have seen lots of things.”
“That makes sense.”
“I’ve dabbled in demon hunting a little,” the orc continues unhindered. “Demons killed my parents. I set out to find who did it and became a pirate.”
“Did you ever find them?”
“Who?”
“The demons that killed your parents.”
“Yes, I did,” Shara says with a grin. “But enough about the past, how about we summon this demon and see about helping you out.”
“You sound like you’re going to come with me,” Penelope says, raiding an eyebrow at her.
“I just may have to,” Shara reveals. “I mean, after viewing the goods, I may want to eventually sample them.” The witch grins, unsure if she should continue with the summoning or maybe get a little closer to the orc. Then Shara says, “Where did you find that book anyway?”
“At a shine built for summoning him,” the girl answers.
“So, won’t we need to go back there?”
“Generally,” Penelope says with a shrug. “But in this case, the book tells how to summon him without it. But like I said, it’s getting him to do what we want that may be a problem.”
“Then let me handle that,” the orc offers.
“How?”
“With this,” she says, pulling out a charm attached to the silver chain from her pocket. “This is a little something I picked up a while back.”
“What’s it do?” the witch asks, her eyes going wide with curiosity and a bit of excitement.
“It will make the demon do whatever I wish him to do,” the orc explains. “Just don’t say anything about it. I love seeing the look on their faces when they see it for the first time.”
“So you’ve done this before?” Penelope inquires.
“Once or twice,” Shara says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Are you ready? Anything you need?”
“No nothing,” the witch says, opening the book. “Bazech! Bazech! I summon thee!”
There is silence, followed by a roar of wind and a low growl. Then there is a sudden glow of harsh light. The witch and the orc stare intently as the light disappears and the darkness that follows amalgamates into the familiar shape of the demon. He glitters into view and Penelope feels her arousal beginning to rise at the sight and the memory. The tall demon with crimson shin and curving horns is a sight to behold, but again what catches her attention, as well as makes Shara gasp, is his cock. With it hanging freely limp, it is big and yet not unreasonable.
“Oh, it’s you again,” he growls. “I had hoped for anyone but you.”
“This time I brought a friend,” the witch says cheerily.
“You brought one last time,” he counters. “Why do you even have the book?
“I wanted to keep it. And that was different,” she says.
“Not really,” he argues. “But that is beside the point. You don’t have anything to trade.”
“My friend does.”
Bazech looks over to the orc, as if seeing her for the first time. “Well, it matters not the host...”
Shara smiles and produces a charm. The demon’s eyes go wide. “Why you...” he begins as he stalks up to the orc slowly. She stays silent, merging the charm into the flesh of her hand. Bazech’s eyes run over her body, taking it in as if she were a piece of meat. Her pussy aches. “Why of all people do I keep running into the same ones I don’t like?” He is so close now that the orc can feel his breath.
“You two know each other?” Penelope asks, stunned.
Shara throws her a glare. “He is an incomparable asshole.”
Bazech grabs her upper arms suddenly, so quickly in fact that the witch doesn’t believe that the charm is working. “What do you think you’re doing?” he growls, his face inches from Shara’s, eyes flashing. “There are rules in place for a reason.”
The orc doesn’t answer, she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she just kisses him. Bazech doesn’t respond at first. Then he kisses her back hard. Penelope’s mind is now racing. It is obvious that Shara wants him as much as he wants her. But she has never heard of a charm that could do that. Of course there is a lot of things she has never heard of that have happened on her voyages. As the demon’s hands tighten around the orc’s arms, Shara seems to be the one in control, so maybe it is the charm.
She grazes her teeth against his lower lip and then bites down. Bazech jumps in shock and loosens his hands. Shara shoves the demon away from her. He stumbles and falls back onto the ground. Penelope, seeing an opportunity to include herself, steps toward them, but Shara quickly raises her hand and tells her to stop. “This is between him and me,” she says. Then she straddles the demon’s lap. “Keep quiet,” she says in a harsh whisper. The orc feels his cock starting to harden beneath her, and so she leans forward, her lips almost against his as she stares straight at him. “We must be careful,” she continues. “She is powerful.” Shara brushes her lips against his neck before suddenly standing up. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Obviously I do not have a choice, not with you having that charm,” he replies with a sarcastic tone.
Shara slaps him. “Don’t use that tone of voice with me,” she orders.
Penelope doesn’t have a clue about what is going on, but what she does know is this is having an effect on her. Her clit seems to throb in response to that slap. It is obvious that the orc is going to fuck Bazech, but why is unclear. The witch feels that it should be a simple enough understanding, yet it eludes her.
Shara casts another glance at the witch. “Just sit back and watch,” she says. She turns back to the demon. ““Are you ready for this?” she asks.
“No.” His answer is sharp.
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