Old Lemons

Ahriman rolled to the side as Invert cratered the ground where he had just been moments ago with her comically large hammer. Silly girl........ she had just as much magical power as he did and she comes at him with a hammer.

“Fucking......shadow......bastard......stand still!” she screamed as she brought down the hammer again and again.

Ahriman jumped back and retaliated with a volley of darkfire bolts but Rena simply dismissed them with shield of light. He tried again this time summoning more power and flinging a massive ball of dark flame at the Arayanami witch. Rena just rolled her eyes and cut through the spell with a spear of light which punched right through the dark fire and burned into Ahrimans robes. The impact sent him staggering backwards.

“Ugh, face it Arty-man you’re pathetic shadowmancy is no match for my awesome power.” Sneered Rena from beneath the brim of her stylish pointy hat.

Ahriman steadied himself, he was in a tight situation. Rena was right, she could easily strip away his shadow magic with light based attacks, and she was also stronger than him in melee. There was no way he could defeat her unless......yes....Ephah told him her kind became weak when depressed. If he could twist her emotions the right way.......

“I...I won’t lose to you.” He said echoing the traditional Aryanami ultimatum.

“What are you saying!? I’m seconds away from frying your ass and you think you still have a chance?” said Rena dismissively

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow myself to be beaten by some short, immature, flat chested tart that looks like she hasn’t even seen her thirteenth winter!”

“H-huh.......why you insolent little man! For your information I lived a century already and you have just guaranteed a messy end. I was gonna burn you quickly but now I’m gonna make you suffer.”
Rena manifested her hammer again and charged Ahriman screaming. The shadowmancer braced himself standing his ground as the hammer was raised. Wait for it........NOW! Just as the hammer came down Ahriman jumped to the side and rushed forward tackling Rena. As his arms closed around her he summoned his power and plunged them both into the realm of shadows.

Rena’s world seemed to evaporate. The colour drained away leaving only shifting blackness. Her sense of triumph faded with the light and she found herself alone in total darkness. Except she wasn’t alone....somehow she knew there were....things around. They clawed at her mind violating her with their twisted thoughts. Desperately Rena cast light beams about her in an effort to create some sanctuary in this dark world. The light made no difference it, the darkness gobbled it up hungrily and seemed to mock her. In that moment Rena Invert knew fear, the primal fear that caused cavemen to huddle around the dying embers of their campfires, and the fear that made small children wrap their blankets tightly round themselves at midnight. It was more than she could take then suddenly it was gone.

The light returned, slowly colour bled back into her world like blood oozing from a cut. She was lying on her back with Ahriman on top of her. She tried to shove him off of her but found herself hard pressed to shift his leaden weight. Traumatized by her experience in the shadow realm she felt as weak as a kitten, the magic she tried to conjure simply fizzled out. Ahriman got to his knees, panting with the effort of the shadow walk.

“Told you I wouldn’t lose.” He whispered as he slide a dagger from his belt and prepared to strike the killing blow.

As despair overtook her Rena’s clothes began to disintegrate, her will too shattered to maintain even those basic enchantments. Her hat faded into nothing along with the ribbons in her hair causing it to spill across the floor in shimmering copper rivers. Slowly gaping holes appeared in her dress exposing her lacy undergarments. Soon those too began to disappear.

Ahriman had raised his blade but he hesitated suddenly mesmerised by the sight of Rena’s bra and panties melting away to reveal small perky breasts and a trim shaven snatch. So it was true......was this the legendary beauty of the Aryanami, said to be able to deter even the most cold hearted of men? Indeed Ahriman felt killing such a creature would truly be a waste. A thin trickle of blood wormed its way out of his nose as he set the dagger aside.

Slowly as if in a trance the shadowmancer reached out and caressed Rena’s smooth belly. She whimpered as he ran one hand south to rub her crotch while the other explored the soft mounds of her petite breasts. NO!

Ahriman jerked back. He wasn’t like that. She was his enemy but he would not inflict that kind of suffering upon her before he took her life. Best do the deed now before anymore lustful thoughts robbed him of his wits. He fumbled for the knife but Rena sat up and grabbed his hands locking them in place. It was too late, he had dallied too long and the witch was now recovered enough to fight back.

Rena glared at Ahriman, tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes as her intense gaze bored into his soul. Yet what he saw was not rage.......it was........frustration? All her life Rena had been outclassed by her sisters. No man ever propositioned her; they always went for the busty Moe or the tall and graceful Shirin. Ahriman was the first man to look upon her with desire. Looking deep into Rena’s big wet eyes Ahriman came to a shocking realisation: She wanted him. It made sense, the Aryanami were breeders. He had bested her in combat and so was definitely a worthy mate there was no shame if she engaged him in carnal passion right here and now.

“Finish what you started.” She hissed
Ahriman’s train of thought was interrupted as Rena savagely kissed him. The action sent him down on his back as the witch’s tongue dove down his throat. By the gawds! What had he unleashed? Rena was now tearing at his robes, exposing more and more of Ahrimans’ own naked body. He wasn’t as muscular as a warrior but he was still toned. After her harrowing shadow walk Rena wanted to banish her fear by being in the arms of a man. This man had been the first to desire her and she had secretly been hankering for a good lay for decades. War be damned they were gonna fuck right now!

Ahriman gasped as Rena mercilessly ground her body against his. He could feel her hard nipples poking against his chest and her slick pussy rubbing against his own hardening member. The knife clanged on to the floor, its lethal purpose forgotten. Very well .....if witch demanded to be laid then by the gawds he would plough her well. Reaching up he grabbed Rena’s cute firm buttocks causing her to pause in her aggressive make out session. Pressing the advantage Ahriman spanked Rena and elicited a gasp as she arced her back slightly. This was all the opening he needed.

Gripping her hips Ahriman flipped Rena over so that he was now on top. With a mischievous grin he pressed his lips to her breast, sucking gently and massaging the areola with his tongue. Rena began to moan, the sensation of his tongue on her small sensitive breasts driving her wild. A pungent musk filled the air as Rena’s juices began to flow in earnest. The time was almost right.

Ahriman teased her a little longer before rising slightly and pushing his fully hardened cock into Invert’s tight pussy. Ahriman’s eyes widened in shock as he discovered just how snug the witch’s tunnel was. Rena for her part grimaced as the sorcerers invading dick caused her tight vagina to stretch and stretch...and stretch. Now Ahriman had joined with her fully the sex really began. Pulling back slightly he rammed his crotch in to hers causing her to gasp in shock. Again, this time harder and faster, Rena groaned as the action sent a surge of pleasure across her body. Ahriman started thrusting in earnest now sending waves of pleasure rippling across Rena’s body. She gripped the sorcerer tightly and screamed as the cascading sensation built up to a glorious orgasm. Ahriman’s dick began to pulse as he too reached his limit. Grunting his own pleasure he shot his seed deep into her womb.

Slowly and awkwardly he withdrew from her and rolled on his side panting from his efforts. Both of them just lay there panting for awhile before Rena finally sat up again and kissed him. This time both their tongues met and caressed each other just as passionately as when they were having sex. Eventually Rena released herself from the kiss and dozed off nuzzling against his chest. Ahriman himself simply looked up to the heavens and grinned.

“All right......”he muttered “We’ll call it a draw.”

Castle Diluv burned. After a long and lengthy siege the Aryanami had finally broken through the knight’s defences and stormed the castle. Within the main keep Crown Prince Lourens Wreth marshalled the last of his elite knights and prepared to sally forth into the inner courtyard for one last desperate stand. Before they could advance the door to the keep was blasted off its hinges by a powerful magical attack.

Maiyumi Shimada, supreme leader of the Aryanami strode through the breach flanked by her own elite guard of shrine maidens. The Prince’s men hastily drew their weapons and made ready for the final battle. Prince Lourens himself straightened to his full height and dramatically pointed his sword at Maiyumi.

“Come woman let us end this!” he growled

Maiyumi who had not drawn her weapon just shook her head, a thin smile spread across her face as she looked at Wreth’s grim stance.

“Not so fast Prince....ya know....you’re screwed right? I mean even if you killed me, one of my lieutenants would continue the assault and your kingdom would still be lost. Funnily enough I don’t want to kill you. In fact I have a proposition for you.”
“I will never surrender to you or anyone else!” roared the Prince
“Who said anything about surrender?” pouted Maiyumi “I’m offering you a chance to win the war. My army will withdraw from you’re lands and my nation will even become your vassal. All you have to do is marry me!”
“Wh-WHAT!?”
“Oh Prince......you’re so cute and at the same time so manly. The way you broke through my advance assault parties using only your awesomeness just makes me wet. I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!” she gushed.

Prince Lourens was dumbfounded for a few seconds before his expression hardened again.
“I would rather die here than sully myself by entering a union with a fae creature such as you.”
“You’re obviously not a good prince.” Said Maiyumi critically “If you throw your life away now I will overrun your kingdom, your bloodline will end and I will paint what’s left of this castle pink. You will be remembered as the Prince who let Diluvia fall. Marry me however and Diluvia will endure, with a powerful ally backing it too. Surly making that small sacrifice is worth the continued prosperity of your nation. Or are you too proud to do what’s best for Diluvia?”

The Prince’s face hardend even more before he finally screamed in rage and frustration before thrusting his sword into the ground.

“F-fine.......for the good of Diluvia I accept.”
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The Prince had been dreading this night. He had milked the victory celebrations for all they were worth, making a big show of how he had saved Diluvia by subjugating the leader of the invading witches at the last moment and how as his crowning act of domination he had made her his bride. He knew this was all done to placate his ego and he did take great satisfaction in it....but now he would have to uphold his end and bed a fae creature.

Maiyumi was waiting for him in his chambers. Right now she was currently trying to escape her wedding gown. Wreth watched her from the doorway, savouring the last bit of amusement he would have at her expense. Maiyumi tugged at the lace in exasperation. Since the Diluvian church (and the Crown Prince) despised magic all the Aryanami had to renounce their magical abilities in order to remain alive as vassals of Diluvia. This included their ability to manifest clothing. For the first time in her life Maiyumi had to deal with stubborn knots and a tight bodice.
“Urg dammit!” she screamed “Don’t I have servants to help me with this!?”
“Not when you’re getting naked so you can screw me.” muttered the Prince.

Maiyumi screamed in frustration and prepared to tear the thing apart. Wreth finally took pity on the deranged dictator and tugged on an innocuous looking string on the front of the dress. Her dress suddenly loosened and slipped off.
“Wow.....that was quick”, said Maiyumi glaring at Wreth.
“Diluvian wedding gowns a designed like that for exactly this moment.” Said Wreth smugly.
“Great.......now take me my prince.”
Maiyumi walked up to the bed and stretched herself across it invitingly. Only now did she seem truly vulnerable. The rest of the time she had always seemed fully in control of the situation. Only now did she give him full control.....and he didn’t know what to do with it. Damn this fae creature. At least she was good to look at.

Maiyumi was a well balanced beauty. Her face retained youthful cuteness without making her look immature. Her body was just right, slim but still fleshy. Her breasts were full and shapely without being overdeveloped melons and her ass stuck out just right. Not too much junk in the trunk. The perfect body......all his......and he didn’t know what to do with it.
“Come on Prince....conquer me.” She purred beckoning him closer.
“I....uh....well.”
“Draw your sword”
“............”
“and plunge it into my......”
“Dammit woman wait!”
“By the Gawds Wreth one of the fairest women in all the land just offered herself to you and you tell her to wait.”
“You’re not a woman, you’re a fae temptress!”
“Blah, blah, blah I thought we got over this. You can fight through hordes of enemies for your country but you can’t bring yourself to fuck one woman.”
Wreth could do nothing but look at the ground in shame.
“Oh dear.....” chided Maiyumi “could it be that my brave prince knows nothing of carnal pleasure?”
Wreth went bright red at this. Now that he thought about it between his constant training and governing of the kingdom he had never had the time nor inclination to fool about with women. Of course he knew how to do it, but he didn’t really KNOW how to do it.
“Ah shit” scoffed Maiyumi “the most eligible bachelor in all the land and he doesn’t even know how to please a woman.”

That did it. The insult jerked the Prince out of his embarrassment. How dare this fae creature question his manliness. Well experience or not he would show her. Ripping off his tunic he leapt onto the bed and pressed Maiyumi into the sheets. She squirmed sensuously in his grip.
“That’s more like.” She said mischievously
Wreth briefly wondered what to do next. Racking his brains he tried to recall the bawdy boasts of his knights after an evening of wenching. What tricks did they speak of? Ah yes! Gripping her shoulder’s Wreth flipped Maiyumi onto her front. As she struggled to get to her knees Wreth brought his hand down in a mightly blow on her perfect buttocks.
Maiyumi gasped as she was spanked, a second blow quickly followed as Wreth established a rhythm.
“Now you shall know the full fury of Lourens Wreth!” he bellowed as he struck her again.

Maiyumi arched her back in pleasure and let out a womanly yelp as the Prince unleashed his “fury” upon her. Her faced flushed while her pussy became slick from her arousal. But this was only the beginning of Wreth’s assault. Grabbing Maiyumi’s silky hair he roughly pulled her torso upright, then wrapped his arm around her belly and pressed his chiselled body against her back. Wreth kept a firm grip on her hair as he lightly bit her neck.

Maiyumi began to pant as his other hand traced circles around her navel. Slowly it wondered upward to gently heft the bottom of her full breast. Her panting turned to a gasp as Wreth suddenly closed his fist tightly around her breast. His huge rod began to rise as he felt Maiyumi’s rock hard nipple press against his palm. Letting go of her hair Wreth grabbed her boobs with both hands. She grimaced as he roughly fondled her globes.

Just when she was about to tell him to easy off a little he released her and shoved her forward onto her hand and knees. Maiyumi turned to say something snarky but the words caught in her throat as she saw the Prince’s fully drawn sword waiting to impale her.
“You wanted me to plunge my sword into you?” said Wreth grinning “Have at thee!” he roared as he thrust his cock into her tender nether regions.
Maiyumi inhaled sharply as Wreths long thick member penetrated her instantly. Giving her no time to recover Wreth pulled back and thrust in again and again. Mayumi’s gasps turned into cries of ecstasy as a massive orgasm began to build deep inside of her. Wreth grunted as he began to thrust harder and faster. Waves of pleasure washed crashed against Maiyumi’s mind obliterating her wits. Finally as Wreth reached his climax she arched her back and screamed. Mayumi’s face was a frozen mask of orgasmic shock, her tongue hung limply from a slack jaw while her eyes were almost rolled back into her skull.

Exhausted, Wreth withdrew his deflating member and rolled over to sleep feeling thoroughly satisfied with himself.

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“Tell me the story again mother, every time I ask father he always leaves out the naughty bits.”
Maiyumi giggled as she sipped her tea. Sitting opposite her across the dining table was Lyra Shimada Wreth, princess of Diluvia. At age 43 her first puberty was in full swing and the young princess was becoming increasingly curious about her parent’s sexual exploits.
“All right dear but don’t you go telling any of the lords or knights. Father has a reputation to maintain............It all started when I coerced you father into marrying me 43 years ago. He forced me to wear a real dress. Ugh what a pain............”