The wrong spell

The wrong spell

the wrong spell

Summary: Warrick, a wolfman mercenary, thought he would have an easy job killing a goblin witch. Yet not only did she prove to more powerful than he thought, but the spell she cast on him also turned his slaying quest into a laying one. Not that either of them were complaining by the end of it.

Tags: short stack, furry male, knotting, vanilla

The wrong spell

Warrick pushed back the foliage of the trees in the humid jungle. The tick branches scraping against the white orichalcum armguard on his right arm. His wolf ears twitched and his muzzle shook a little at the forest's musk and humidity. His cloak covered his black fur from getting pricked by the bushes as he made his way through the thick tangle of woods. Under it, his long bushy tail swayed in his towering steps. His messy black shoulder-length hair the same color as the rest of his fur didn’t do well with the muggy air as it became more unruffled then usual since this isn’t the normal environment for a beastman. More so a taller than average man-wolf kin like Warrick.

His light armor didn’t do much either. The dark blue tunic underneath his cloak, the chainmail under it, and the few metal pieces, like the arm guard on his right arm, and greaves, made him heat up a little. If it wasn’t for the few magical charms, he would be sweating like he is in a sauna. Many beastmen, such as himself, normally don’t come to these lands. But a mercenary goes wherever the money is.

“I don’t normally call…things of your kind for…assistants. But this is a special case indeed. Beast….”

The words of the king of the that hired him buzzes through the beast man’s mind as he remembered why he is in such an aggravating place.

“I still find it hard to believe that stuff shirt king couldn’t find anyone to kill this goblin witch…” The wolf grumbled as he prowled the woods. His voice deep showing his age to be young in beastmen years but fifty years old in human years.

“If it wasn’t for the money, I would have clawed out that fool’s throat.” Even more than that the fact that a whole kingdom couldn’t kill a single goblin for years, he could barely believe the price on her head.

Nine hundred thousand gold. For a goblin witch.

When Warrick had seen the request on the board at the guild, he tripped over himself in shock.

Goblins are not the most powerful creatures. Troublesome sure, but their best skills normally fall into being thieves or merchants. There has never been a powerful goblin lord or witch in any history book worth that much. Nor has there been one terrorizing a whole kingdom for more than a decade years. Though Warrick chalked that up to the king being a fool and a racist.

As beastman took a step past the brush, pushing away the dangling veins and leaves, he felt it. Magic is surging through this air. The flora is greener with more life. The beastman’s nose twitched as he could feel his fur rise a little. The air tasting too sweet on his tongue as his sharp red eyes oversaw the area.

“Ok, so she can set up a magical field….” While not an advanced skill it is an impressive one. It’s meant to power magical traps, barriers, and underlings. The question is: which one is this Lady Ra’ashida powering?

The warrior let his senses guide him as he pushed them out into the air. Sniffing the flavorful air seeped in magic. Taking note of how the plants, invigorated by the spell, seem to be a bit bigger than others. How no bugs or stray animals seemed to wander around. He pushed his senses to try and hear even the shifting of plants. And the creaking of bone.

…..hold on a moment…..

“Hm!”

An Axe cut down on the ground Warrick was on as skeleton came soaring down from the treetops. Its steel blade cleaved through the ground. The creature is wearing dirty, rusted armor that wasn’t from this land that has seen more than it’s fair share of battles as it hung off its thin frame.

More of the deathly bones skulked out for the bushes. All of them brandishing surprisingly well kept and sharp weapons. Their hallows eyes glowing a sinister purple while an odd insignia, of a two-headed snake eating itself, glowed the same on their clear heads.

‘Well, she knows advance necromancy at least.’ Warrick thought as he noticed the dark purple insignia on the boney warrior’s forehead. Along with the skillful way they held their axes, spears, and swords proved that this witch has the power to enslave rather strong souls.

The undead soldier clacked its teeth as it rushed forward, but it was still too slow to dodge a swift slash of Warrick’s claws. As sharp as steel, his nails cut through his boney foe’s neck and his foot sent it’s body flying into its cohorts. Some jumped to avoid their comrade and rushed towards the mercenary while others crumbled into dust along with him.

He didn’t need to take out his blade to deal with the small band of bones. While undead, skeletons are still nothing but bone. Break them enough and they become harmless. The only real danger is their numbers and their lack of self-preservation.

The mercenary kept to his claws and martial arts. Ducking under the thrust of their spears, parrying them with his arm guard slamming his fist through their armor. He sidestepped sword grabbing the skeleton’s arm under his own to snap it and send a palm strike to its head. Turning the skull into dust as he back kicked another through a tree.

For a beastman as large as him, Warrick proved his skill and dexterity by flipping and dashing through the horde the ease of an assassin. While some of the armor on the monsters are recently the rest were years of the weather tearing at them and years on no care given to them. It made it easy for him to slammed his fist and boot through them to break the warriors. Warrick threw a back fist at the head of a skeleton. Making its head spin before jumping off a tree and kicking the last undead soldier into dust.

“Well…” The young mercenary said as he looked around the remains of the broken bones. Not even winded as he took out over ten of the monsters.

“She has some-!”

Warrick's hairs stood on end. The smell of ozone and burning air slammed into his nose like a runaway train.

“Shitshitshitshit!!” Swiftly he ran as fast as he could to the left of the brush and dived behind a tree just before a wide, massive blast of blue lighting roared through the jungle. It shook the ground and ravaged the trees. Scorching the earth as it turned a wide area of land into ash. The beam of pure lighting was as bright as the sun as it tore the jungle apart. Turning everything to black dust until it finally dissipated. Leaving arcs of magic crackling and blinking through the air above black scorched ground.

Warrick peaked his head from behind the tree and looked up to see a massive black scaled dragon stand up on his back legs and let loose a mighty roar. Batting is massive, house-sized wings, kicking up a small of dirt and broken trees. The roar itself shook the forest more than the blast itself as he showed his fangs that are the size of Warrick’s body. The tail, covered in dark spikes, is almost as wide as a castle tower as it thrashes and crushed the ground. Its black scales absorbing the sun and the purple mark on its forehead a clear sign that this beast is another servant of this goblin witch.

‘A dragon…she controls a dragon.’ Yet Warrick is more surprised and lethargic then fearful of the beast. ‘Ok…maybe she does have some skill….’

Warrick was starting to see why the king and his men were having trouble with this witch if she can control dragons.

Warrick took out his blade from his lower hip. A long blood-red sword with no hilt and tight leather grip. While it has the length of a broad sword, the tip is curved like a katana. Twirling his blade, the mercenary leaped at the beast as it tried to crush him under its foot. Missing its mark it swiped his claw at him, but to its shock, Warrick’s blade knocked its claws back. Easily parrying its strike as he landed back on the ground.

The dragon shot a more controlled but still powerful beam of lighting down at the mercenary in rage. Creating a massive creator in the ground as the beam of lighting rocked the earth once more. As it finished its assault it saw nothing but ash and the remains of the mercenary’s cloak, a single piece of cloth, where the beastman once stood. The beast gave a fanged smile at its victory.

“Ha!” However, pain in its back made it roar on rage. Blood spraying from its back-form Warrick’s blade biting though it scales. It snarled and shook the beastman off who landed on a tree. His cloak gone, showing off his sleeveless dark blue tunic, and light armor as he smirked as his opponent.

“Heh. Guess I’ll take this job a bit more seriously then.” The young wolfkin smirked just before he jumped back at the dragon with renewed interest in his mission.

-OOO-

The darkness is unnatural. beastman like Warrick can see rather well in even the blackest of night, but in the dark cool cave of the witch’s home, the beastly mercenary could barely see his hand in front of his face. He couldn’t even hear his own footsteps all that well.

‘Sound concealing magic as well.’ The deeper Warrick got into hunting this witch more he couldn’t help but be impressed. Or worried that the king and his men are so stupid they confused an actual powerful warlock with a goblin.

“My my…”

A sultry, powerful voice seductively echoed through the cave as a purple torches light up the hallway as the voice bounced off the wall. As she spoke with each word more troches light up the way. Guiding him towards his target in an ominous dark display of power. Warrick tighten the grip on his blade but kept his pace. Each step he heard the witch’s sweet taunt and each step made a torch light up.

“My….my…my…”

As the last torch lite up the cave, the bright glow reviled the Goblin witch Ra’ashida sitting on her throne of bones. She truly looked like an evil woman with her black cloak adorned with small demonic skulls on the edges. Her chest is in a small bikini top that shows off a generous cleavage and the rest of her body is held in a skintight mesh that showed off a few of the magical tattoos she has on her body. A long flowing black split skirt, covered her front and back, as she crossed her legs on her throne. Her hood hid her dark purple eyes, one glowing with power in the dim light of the cave but not her wide toothy smile, filled with sharp dagger-like teeth, on her blood-red painted lips.

She gave of an evil air of a demon, yet, even with her short and stature, the witch gave off a very captivating air. Like any goblin, the green-skinned woman Ra’ashida is as curvaceous as a woman far taller than her. While short there are barely any women in the world of any race that can beat a goblin woman with how full their chest and wide their hips are. They beat out most races with how soft and sensual their bodies are. With a lot of goblin women finding their skills in charming and seducing people from all over.

The goblin’s own chest threatens to spill out from her top. Magic being the clear reason as to why it hasn’t already. Even in the magical darkness of the cave, Warrick can make out the soft outline of her healthy thighs crossing over another. The looked toned, but utterly soft to the touch as well.

The witch removed her hood to show off her lovely face as Warrick got closer. A young and youthful face bore down in the mercenary from atop her throne of bones and stone. Her long dark red hair is tied in a long ponytail with a bang covering her left eye. Her nose and lips are pierced with silver rings and a stud. While her long wide elf ears, also having small tattoos, is covered in jeweler, earrings, and studs. Warrick had to admit to himself; killing her would be a waste as she is quite the attractive villainess.

“You were able to kill off my sweet little Louis.” The witch gave a mocking pout of defeat that turned into a playful giggle that she hides behind her hand. “I am a little impressed.”

“Yes, such skills are worthy of a high reward.” Ra’ashida's eyes gave a light glow of magic she re-crossed her legs. Giving the beastman a small peek at her bear groin under her clothes.

“Well if you can pay more than nine hundred thousand gold, I’ll let you off the hook.” There was no lie in the beastman’s words. His life as a mercenary has taught him to live by his stomach, his purse, and at times his groin. If this goblin witch can offer him more money then that king, Warrick will leave her and never return bother her. Unless a higher price drop on her head.

“Oh, money is such a trifling reward…” Though judging from the light glow coming from her staff, she didn’t have enough money to pay him.

“Death is a more fitting reward for you!!”

Pure black missiles of magic fired at Warrick with blazing speed, yet the mercenary was quick enough to dodge the barrage of magic as he dashed forward through them and at the cackling witch. However, she merely giggled and waved her hand as a sharp stone spike shot from the ground. They would have pierced the mercenary if he had had not lashed out with his sword like lighting. Cutting through the spikes and jumping before one of them shot up from the ground. He claws digging in the stone wall, Warrick ran along the side of the cave. Slashing back at the stone spikes and magic missiles that the witch threw at him with ease before leaping off the wall to cut down the sorceress.

“Ha!” With a spinning slash, Warrick cut through the witch and her throne. Only for her to phase out of existence.

“What the-“

“Too slow too slow!!” The witch was already behind him firing more magic missiles at him.

“Tch!” Warrick clicked his teeth as he cut through the attacks with rapid swipes of his blade.

“Nya ah ha ha ha!” The goblin cackled as she disappeared from place to place constantly firing spells at the mercenary. His blade cut through all of them with expert ease but inside the beastman couldn’t contain his shock.

‘Mach speed!? She can use that spell!?’

The spell in question is one meant for truly high ranking mages that can only be found in the court of high Kings. Only ten, to Warrick's knowledge, exist.

“Nya ha ha ha!!!”

“Hm!!” Well, now eleven and this goblin can use it so effortlessly while throwing offensive spells at the same time. Most mages can’t even use it and there isn’t much that someone can do counter to such speed. Warrick guessed that the king isn’t that much of a fool.

But it still isn’t anything he can’t handle.

The swordsman tightens his muscles. He let out a large sigh of steam from his mouth as he extorted immense pressure from his body.

And then vanished just before a magic blast shattered the ground where he once stood. His blade at the throat of the mage as he appeared before her.

“Oh ho~!” Ra’ashida smirked as she back his blade away with her staff. Spinning as sent a few blots of lighting his way. All of which that he dodged by vanishing and reappearing just like the which herself.

“Impressive! More and more impressive!” The witch laughed as shot more blots of magic and summoned sharp rocks shooting from wherever Warrick stood.

“Moving your body at such a speed the mimic the Mach speed spell! Truly you are no ordinary mongrel!” The witch vanished as a blade cut the air where she once was. She turned and fired blots of flame at the cave ceiling where her for stood only for him dash to the wall beside her and kick off it.

The tiny witch flipped over him and summoned spikes made if steel to pierce through him. But they were easily cut by Warrick’s blade as spun and vanished again. Just before an explosive of ice covered the ground.

“But a imitation is nothing more than that!!” She thrust out her hand and summoned a pillar of fire to erupt from the ground that Warrick appeared on.

Ra’ashida smiled as the wanted for the charred corpse to appear from the flames. Only for to her curse in pure shock as there was nothing there but the black scorch mark of her spell. She felt the presence behind her, but she tried around too late as the tip of Warrick’s blade pointed at her nose.

“Tch!” She clicked her teeth as she slapped the blade away with her staff, but Warrick is relentless now that he is close enough. Coming back with rapid flourishes of his blade that Ra’ashida could barely block in time. She parried a vertical slash, knocking the mercenary back a little but he vanished when she did as well to keep up with him. Their weapons clashed as they reappeared, their backs to each other.

“…” With a small scar on the witch’s cheek slowly dripping blood.

“The first strike of many.” Warrick taunted. Flicking the blood off his sword before he pointed it at the goblin in a high stance with two hands. Rising the blade to level with his hard cocky stare. “Lady Ra’ashida.”

Ra’ashida wiped the blood off her cheek. Using a small amount, healing magic to fix her scar, she merely gave a fanged small showing off her sharp incisors.

“Nya ha ha! Ah ha ha!” The witch cackled wildly as she pointed her staff at the mercenary. “FANTASTIC!! I was foolish to think death was a fine reward for you! You deserve to be at my side as my thrall! With your power, I will rule this land! That foolish king will feel my wraith!”

She launched more volleys of magic at the mercenary who dodge them all effortlessly. Yet as his blade came down on her his sword only bite the ground as she vanished and reappeared hovering about her throne. A spellbook appearing out of thin air as she started chanting and glowing in a deep purple light.

“Shit!” Warrick cursed as he knew she was about to cast a powerful spell. He rushed forward only to be stopped by arc of lighting magic. He raised his blade to block it and then jumped to avoid a deadly stone spike that shot from the ground.

‘By the sprites!’ Warrick bared his teeth in frustration as he was too focus and blocking and dodges the array of spells being fired at him to get close the witch and her chanting. He would cut through one spell, only to just barely dodge another. Even with the magical deflecting armor, he has on, he can’t just take the hits to reach the witch.

“Tch!” A fire spell singing the fur on his cheek to draw blood proved his point. One hit form these spells would be fatal.

“Rafu negtulum!!”

With her spell complete, the witch unleashed a massive dragon made of pure black flames. It roared out form her book and rushed toward Warrick with a wrathful, hungry cry. It fangs of flames tore through the ground as it snake body writhed toward the beastman in rage. Ravaging the ground as it bore down on its target.

Twirling his blade, Warrick stood tall before the beast. His sword giving off a dark blue glow as he raised in a high stance. His red eyes glowed a similar bright blue color as his blade.

“Roar and devour, Raika!!” The mercenary swung his blade down. A tornado of lighting and wind surged forth in the shape dark red wolf. It easily overtook the monster in a massive explosion that shook the cave when its fangs bit down on its neck. Rumbling the ground as the shock wave other attacks clashing could be felt for a mile.

“Shit…didn’t want to use one of those so early.” Warrick grumbled as the dust started to settle. His red eyes darting in the smoke to find his prey. Turning, he met the cocky sneer of the Ra’ashida. Her hand out toward him, glowing with a fully charged spell.

“Become mine! Lustulim!”

“Fuck!” The beastman could only raise his blade in defense as the flash of light overtook him and…

“….”

“…”

Nothing happened. Warrick stood utterly unfazed by the spell.

“What!? Impossible! You should be groveling at my feet begging to serve me!” Ra’ashida took a step back and flipped through her spellbook to see where she went wrong.

Warrick looked over himself to see any changes. He did feel a little warm, but that’s a side effect of using his blade art. Not a single wound is on him. This battle is his.

“A fatal mistake witch.” The mercenary smirked while the goblin frantically flipped through the pages of her book. “Now your-hngk!?”

Suddenly the beastman’s belt to his pants was snapped apart from his dick bursting out form the sheer strength of his erection. His red knotted prick throbbing with pure lust as even steam seemed to drift off of it from how aroused it was. Thick veins slithered through shaft as it bounced in the cool air of the cave. The beast is nearly as long and girthy as the goblin’s arm as it throbbed with lust.

“Oohhh!” The goblin smacked her forehead at her mistake. “It was LAtulim! Lustulim is that old lust spell. Whoopsie.”

And like that, all tension was slain in the room.

The beastman groaned in discomfort. Not knowing what to do in the situation. He can’t fight with his pants down. And even if he could, fighting with such an erection would be worse then fighting with his pants down.

He then looked at the tiny, but beautiful, goblin that only came up to his knees. Then at his dick. Back to the goblin. And then at his dick. And finally back to the goblin.

“Wh-What?” Ra’ashida questioned with a blush.

-OOO-

“Ooooh~~! Yes Warrick you beast! Break my cunt in half!”

Ra’ashida’s small body could barely even be seen form Warrick massive bulk over her as he slammed his cock, knot and all, in and out her soaked tight pussy. The only thing that could be seen of the goblin witch is her legs poking out from the sides of the beast man’s body and her upturned rear. Warrick’s large testicles slapping against her upturned rear as he fit his whole shaft in the tiny mage. Her skintight suit was torn open at her crotch to allow the beast man’s beastly dick to stretch her tiny pussy.

“Shit you're insanely tight!” Warrick cursed as true to his word the goblin’s pussy wouldn’t let go of him. The hold she has on him is otherworldly and he could barely pull himself out as her cunt sucked him back in with great force. His knot slamming her lower lips open as he pounded his tiny lover into the stone floor of the cave.

“Fuck me!!!” The witch bellowed as she sprayed her lust for, she couldn’t even tell, sixth? Maybe tenth time around her lover’s waist as she came spectacularly. Her muff tightening and squeezing the cock in her in a death grip as her eyes rolled in bless. Her tongue hanging out her mouth as she panted and twitched through her climax.

“Hungh!” The beastman grunted as he popped his knot inside her, locking his cock, and letting loose a torrent of pasty thick cum in the mewling witch as he came in time with her. He pumped his hips into her at every gushing burst of jizz surging from his balls. The thick white semen squirted out form the witch’s spasming sex at every short thrust. He gave one last thrust, one that even was able to pop his knot of her gaping pussy and shove it back in. Depositing five more long ropey strings of cum inside the witch’s full belly.

Warrick picked up Ra’ashida by her squishy but frim rear. His cock still raging hard, both form the spell and his own lust. Setting the cum happy witch in his lap as his lips met with her in loving, but wild kiss. The witch tangling her tiny hands into the soft mane of the beast man’s hair while Warrick groped and squeezed her tush. His fangs nipping at her full lips while his tongue, wrestling with her own, tasted lilac and honey. All the while bouncing his new lover in his lap.

The bright red pecker pistoned in and out of the stout stacked witch at a blistering pace. The witch herself twisted and worked her wide curvy hips on her beastly lover. Getting him to growl and moan in delight as he felt his cock being heavenly massaged by Ra’ashida’s pussy. He gave her a sharp playful slap of her large rear. Getting the sultry goblin to squeak and bit her lip in lust.

“Mm…Naughty.” The goblin purred as sting form Warrick’s slap made her shiver in delight and work her hips faster. Slapping her hips down hard on the wolfman’s cock. His knot popping in an out of her folds as she twisted her hips like a screwdriver. Spinning them in her lover’s lap to get more growls and appreciative slaps on her dark green cheeks.

“Fuck!” Warrick bellowed as the last slam of Ra’ashida’s hips snapped his waning focus in two and made his cock shoot out his third load inside her. The feeling of the massive man’s sweltering jizz shot up in her belly made the goblin witch cum along with him. Her pussy twitching with him as her orgasm rushed through her as well form, he force of his cum shooting in her.

They both moaned through their climaxes. Their bodies twitching and jerking as Warrick’s cock continued to fill his tiny lover that huddled in his chest. Her hands digging into his soft fur as she purred in his arms. The final spurt of cum filling her belly but Warrick’s cock is still harder than his blade.

Ra’ashida pulled herself off the massive member. Cum dripping from her cunt as she pulled herself away from the cock and slide down it for her to be face to face with it. Her breast pushing up against the base of the shaft. The cock and its knot are still ridged with life as it throbbed with heat. Leaking some cum form it’s tip as the goblin leaned down to start kissing at the shaft. Starting at the very tip, her bright red lips cleaned the dick form his and her arousal. Leaving deep red marks on the towering cock as she worked her way up and down it with her lisp. Reaching the top she sucked a little into her mouth. Bobbing her head lightly and then going back to licking up the long pole.

“By the gods this cock is amazing…” Ra’ashida mewled in delight as her mate heavy lust and deep taste of his cock pleasantly assaulted her. Making her wiggle her hips in delight as she showered the dick in affection.

“I am more shocked it fit in you…. shit your mouth is great…” Warrick moaned as his cock twitched appreciatively at full lips surrounding it. The softness of her breast and the warmth of her mouth made the wolfman bear his fangs in delight. Ever kiss down his cock made a mess of his senses; the pleasure of her lips doubled because of the lust spell. The tiny mage licked down to one of the throbbing veins and gaze a small love bit. Making the wolfman’s hips buck a little in her tiny mouth.

“Fu fu~ One of my many skills that don’t require magic, my love.” The goblin purred continued to suck down his shaft, taking her breast away from his cock, getting a disappointed growl from the mercenary to his heavy set balls. She sucked as much as she could of one in her mouth. Rolling her tongue and moaning at the pungent aroma of his musk hitting her nose as she buried her face into his taint. Leaving more and more deep red kiss marks on his cock. Marking him as hers with a light nip of her fangs. Giggling as she heard a small bark above her. She kissed his balls and trailed her kisses back up the top of his shaft.

“Would you like to see another trick?” The playful witch didn’t give him any time to respond as she opened her mouth wide and steadily started to swallow his cock in her gullet. Her neck bulging out as she took inch after inch of the shaft in her while the mercenary threw his head back in sharp howl at how tight and easily, she took him. Her throat is nearly as tight as her pussy as it constricted his cock like a viper. His claws snagged her ponytail with a sharp tug that should have made the goblin squeal in pain. But she wiggled her hips, her cum filled pussy aching in delight, moaned at the rough play.

Warrick took that as a sign to start bouncing her head down his cock. Getting thunderous gagging sounds from her as he pushed her head further down his dick with every shove. Each inch she swallowed got another choking moan from her as Ra’ashida happily let her head be slammed down in her mate’s waist.

When she buried her nose in his crotch, her eyes looking at him longingly, Warrick nearly felt himself ready to pop another orgasm. His cock roaring loudly in her throat as he felt his next climax about come forth. However, she swiftly took her mouth off his prick. Sliding her lips up to his cock and popping her mouth. She laughed that sweet evil laugh at Warrick’s pout.

“Now now, let’s save that for last, shall we?” Ra’ashida giggled as she licked the thick bead of pre-cum off the cock.

“Heh…cunning little vixen.” Warrick chuckled while Ra’ashida went back to lavishing his cock in kisses.

“S-Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Warrick groaned, his head a fog as he tried to remember just why he was here in the first place, as he placed an affectionate hand on the witch’s hair. She nuzzled his plan for a moment for getting on her hands and knees. Her large, bouncy ass jiggling and swaying. Teasing the beastman as her cunt dripped his viscous seed. Her fingers easily tore open another hole in her tights. Giving her tight butt hole an easy access point as she slapped her fat rush.

“If it’s not trying to see if you can break my ass in half with that cock of yours darling, then I don’t care.” The witch said boldly as she wiggled ass for her mate to pounce on.

Once again a mercenary only listens to three things: their wallet. Their belly. And their groins.

“Ohh~ Fuck yes!”

Hard not to tell what Warrick is thinking with right now.

-OOO-

“And so half of the nine hundred thousand would be good.” Warrick said as politely as possible with how little he could care about the king’s rage.

The throne room of King Ragnar is a lavishing one as it is for all kings. A long red carpet leading right to the throne of the man himself. Lined up on each side are armed soldiers, covered in heavy steel-plated armor with lances at their sides. Large stained-glass windows gave light to the room form the afternoon sun.

The king himself bared his teeth in rage. His long white bread seemed to curl up in his anger as he gripped his throne with such a tight grip that the decorative rings on his fingers nearly popped off. In the room is the mercenary he hired to get rid of the goblin witch that’s been attacking his kingdom for years, with said witch on his shoulders.

Ra’ashida sat on top of Warrick with her legs around his head. Her chest resting on top of as he tried to negotiate with the king.

“You horny mongrel!” The king shouted in rage. “You were meant to slay her! Not fuck her!”

“You know you should have said laid.” The dark-skinned man next to him, a few years younger, and a shorter haircut, smirked at the king. He wore no real armor but a blade to his side and shirt is decorated in trophies. “It would have been funnier.”

“Yeah, not part of the plan." Warrick responded casually but with an air of nobility not seen in a common mercenary like him. "But she gave me her word that she won’t attack your kingdom again. And once I am gone, she’s gone. For good.”

The king only barked at the beastman in rage. “And I am supposed to believe a horny mutt that listens to his dick and a goblin of all things!?”

“Told you we should have just blasted the place sweety.” Sight the goblin.

“We have to show some decorum Ra.” Warrick whispered back to his lover. Patting her on the bead in a loving gesture.

“Enough of this! Gru- “As soon as the king stood up, he was forced to sit right back down as Warrick vanished from the spot he once stood and slammed his sword and body into the throne. His blade easily slicing through the chair on one side of the king's neck, close enough to draw just a small drop of blood and his foot slamming on the other side. Face close enough to bite the head of the king if he wanted to.

“Now I am being very polite in merely asking for only half of the requested amount and not slaughtering all of you. You, your highness, should show me equal fair. Don’t you think?”

Back in the middle of the throne room, Ra’ashida sat on her staff. The evil instrument that has felled many of the comrades of the people in this room, stood straight up with the witches magic. She sat on it looking rather bored with herself.

“Sooo….none of you are going to attack me?” She looked to the soldiers who didn’t even flinch to protect their king.

No amount of loyalty or gold would make them move as they could taste the amount of power the goblin and the beastman were giving off. Even before Warrick made his charge the men were sweating in their uniforms.

“Come on~.” The witch made a cute little pout as she floated in front of one of the men. “Pleases…”

“My sweet little Warrick over there destroyed all my skeletal soldiers and I need more.” When the first soldier didn’t move, she floated on the one next to him batting her eyelashes like an innocent child that didn’t murder hundreds of elite soldiers and warriors for years.

When none of the men moved she gave a shark-like grin. Her visible right eye glowing with power. “Come on just give me an excuse.”

None of the men moved. Only dripping in sweat and some even knocking their knees together on fear.

“Fine…” Sighed the witch as she floated back down. “Guess we’ll have to get some more some other time.”

“So, for this transgression….” Warrick growled. His fangs glowing sharper than his blade. “Half of your whole treasury will do.”

“Hal-EEK!?”

“Or half your neck.” The mercenary pushed his sword closer to the king’s neck.

“By the gods just pay the man Jensen.” The king’s right hand groaned. “He is clearly in the right here and you are a fool to think any of the men or me are going to fight someone with an arc blade. Besides, we’ll make back that money in a month.”

“Finally, someone with a good head around here.” Warrick nodded to the man with respect before bearing his teeth back at the King.

“So what do you say…Jensen?”

The king swallowed hard.

-OOO-

“First let’s drop this stuff off to the guild.” Warrick said as him and Ra’ashida traveled the dirt road. The witch riding on his left shoulder while his other carried a large sake of gold and treasures nearly as big as him.

“We should drop by to the opera house in the city before we leave.” Ra’ashida said as bounced on her lover’s shoulder. “You adore lady Senna’s singing. She’s an angel in disguise.”

“How did you sneak in the city to even- “Warrick paused in his words and then sighed. “You’re a powerful witch who can raise the dead. I almost asked a very stupid question.”

“Nya ha ha ha~!” The witch giggled as she floated to sit on rest her legs over his shoulders. Her large chest resting on his head as she laughed. “I made the transformation spell to last just enough for that concert alone. I could have used it to finally kill that idiotic king, but it wouldn’t be as fun.”

“So, my dear.” The Goblin witch said playing with the beastman’s hair. Marveling at how soft it is as she twirled it between her fingers. “Where will you take next after our first little date?”

“You mean after or before we break the bed in the inn we are staying?” Warrick chuckled. His ears flicking at Ra’ashida’s fingers rubbing them.

“…Are you going to tell me why you have a noble way of speaking?” The question was sudden, but the tiny witch isn’t one for subtlety. And for such a topic, she really didn’t know how to answer.

“…Hmm.” And so, did Warrick himself. Chewing on his tongue for longer than a minute before he thought of an answer. And the answer he found he couldn’t voice it.

“Your past bothers you that much?” Ra’ashida said.

Warrick could only sigh. Shifting the sack on his back “…I want to keep this relationship going for…as long as I can.”

Warrick looked at the setting sun. A beautiful mix of orange and blue light up the slowly darkening sky. The twilight reminded him of blood. “I will tell you but- “

“It weighs a heavy burden on you.”

“Yeah.” Once again, the mercenary sighed.

“Well, there is no rush my love.” The goblin gave a sweet, fangless smile as she patted her lover’s head. “It is nothing more than my curiosity to know more about you. I know whatever dark truth you had will never tear me from you. It actually may make me fall harder for you.”

“Ture. But you more than deserve to know the truth.”

“And I will. But for now….” The goblin licked her lips with an insatiable hunger.

“Let’s see if you can make me scream longer and louder than Lady Senna~!” Ra’ashida purred as she playfully bit at her lover’s ear.

“Heh. We got enough cash to fix the windows.”