Mistress Of The Marsh - Sex Stories

Mistress Of The Marsh

... Nimouaris!”

She opened her glowing palm and blew a kiss. A large, heart shaped cloud of red and pink shot forth, sailing to Declan in the space of a breath.

He dropped his bowl and reached for his weapons, but it was too late. The cloud splashed into his face and dissipated. Declan coughed. Each breath he inhaled brought with it a sickeningly sweet smell. As the colorful smoke cleared, his head went woozy and his body began to tingle with giddiness.

When he could see clearly again, the grinning Daemiel was much closer. She was just a few feet away.

“Come to me” she commanded in a warm, sultry voice.

Declan was overcome with her beauty. Her glowing eyes and sultry tone only added to his intoxication. Suddenly, he wanted nothing but to be with this resplendent, tall, mighty sorceress. He rose on shaky legs and shuffled forward, his mind awash in a miasma of bliss as he pined for his new Mistress.

She was just as tall as she'd been in his dream. Daemiel towered over him in her black, thigh high boots. Her thick, luscious thighs put his well toned body to shame. Her ample breasts presented themselves at the level of his chin. Declan's longing for her grew dramatically the closer he got.

The woman welcomed him with a gentle embrace. She cooed as his head nestled into her cleavage. The sorceress wrapped her arms and their leathery wings around him. She pet his head several times before lifting his chin off her chest. Daemiel reached down and planted her ...

... lips on his, her serpentine tongue slithering into his mouth. She cemented his enslavement with a deep, probing kiss.

Long minutes of mutual tonguing and moaning passed as she groped his body up and down. Her grip tightened on him as she emitted a pleased, throaty murmur. Satisfied that he was completely under her spell, she broke the kiss and spoke.

“Yes, you'll do nicely. You want to please me, don't you Declan?”

“Yes, Miss Daemiel.”

“Yes, Mistress” she instructed.

“Yes, Mistress” he repeated without hesitation.

“Very good. You're going to serve me well. And I promise you, young hunter, that you'll never go hungry again. Mistress intends to feed you well. Well and often.”

She released him momentarily and her hands flared with purple light a second time. “Asceni Levitatum!”

Declan was astonished to find his body lifted into the air. His form straightened out as he became parallel with the ground. He strained his neck, leaning forward so he could gaze upon Daemiel. His eyes went wide in shock as he watched her transform.

A dozen thick, black rubbery tendrils sprouted from her sides and leapt upon Declan. They ripped the clothes from his body piece by piece before wrapping themselves around his chest, torso and every limb. He muttered gibberish as they coiled around his levitating form and applied wet, sucking warmth to every bit of skin they touched. A pleasant buzz flooded his body and his desire to submit to the sinister Succubus was magnified ten ...