(Quick Author’s note: this is a sequel to “She Was Too Low Level: Airisu Oreti, Level 5 Vulpenite Rogue” but it should still be enjoyable/make sense without having read that story.)
Midgate, Avelina Luthanda thought unhappily as the sprawling city’s walls appeared on the horizon. Home, at least it used to be. I haven’t returned since the day I fled, leaving my old life behind. I never intended to return, but now… what choice did I have?
These people, my fellow Adventurers, I’ve grown so close to them, she thought as she looked at the group of people crowded into the back of the open cart her party was riding in. It was either follow them here or part ways with them. But as much as I didn’t want to return I didn’t REALLY have a choice. This was where they chose to come so I’ve come with them. My party has become more my family than the one I left behind the day I fled Midgate ever was.
Memories of her old life, and that horrible day, came flooding back. Her father, Lord Svensson Luthanda, had been the most powerful and influential nobleman in the region. She’d known from a young age that he was a driven, ruthless, and perhaps even evil man. She’d been raised to view ambition at any cost as a good thing, although her father had also made it clear it was only her brothers, not her or her younger sisters, that would ever hold real power after he passed away.
That he’d pass sooner than later from their perspective was never in doubt. He was a Human man. Although Humans were the most common race across all of Alaria they were also the shortest-lived one. But his children, all of them, were half Vulpenite. Each of them had fluffy foxlike tails, furry fox ears, were naturally athletic, had heightened senses when compared to a Human, and most importantly would have lives that would FAR surpass their father or any children he might have had with a Human woman.
As Avelina had grown close to coming of age her Lord Father had revealed more truths about the calculated brutality he used to grow his, and his family’s, power. He’d revealed that choosing a non-Human that came from a long-lived race to birth his potential heirs had been an intentional choice, telling Avelina that all her younger siblings would one day learn this truth as well.
But there was a truth NONE of them were ever to learn, they were forbidden even from asking about it. Their mother. Other than knowing she was a full-blooded Vulpenite they knew nothing about her. They’d often not even know if she still lived or not, although occasionally they’d get confirmations by the appearance of a newborn sibling.
The day Avelina left her life of comfort as a noblewoman came not long after she’d come of age. She’d followed her father to a “special” farm he kept on the outskirts of the Midgard countryside. There she’d learned the truth about her mother, at least enough to horrify her so much that she left vowing never to as much as speak to her father again.
Her Lord Father had her mother in a barn, made to live as if she was a cow. He’d done something to her mind, making it so she was only able to go about on all fours like an animal and only “speak” by mooing. Something had been done to her body as well. Avelina had seen the woman had massive breasts and from things she’d seen in the barn there were hints her mother was milked like a cow’s as well.
She’d seen all of this while her father had his way with her. Avelina had seen that he treated her mother like a living sex toy and broodmare. The poor woman seemed to delight in it, with her eyes betraying the near absence of intelligence beyond her basest instincts.
Avelina still had no idea who her mother had been before her father had turned her into what she saw that day. Perhaps she’d been an enemy he’d captured and decided to torment while making use of her to birth his heirs? It was something she felt the old monster would do. But maybe it was nothing so sinister. Perhaps her mother was just a slave he’d bought. Even though slavery wasn’t legal in this region of Alaria there were still people who, acting in secret, caught and kept slaves. As an Adventurer she’d fought such monsters, often pushing her party to take on quests that would free people, especially women, from such fates.
True, she and her party were still lower-level Adventurers. But they were a balanced party and were smart when it came to choosing quests. They always chose ones that were within their skill range yet would push them to grow those skills. Never a huge risk, but always at least some gain.
As the memories of her moth shifted into thoughts about her fellow party members there was a moment that Avelina thought about confessing everything to them. Who she really was. Where she’d come from. Why she’d fled her old life. They knew her true name, she’d never felt the need to hide it as she’d never planned on returning to Midgate. But she’d always been coy and secretive about her past.
I could tell them, she thought. I could tell them and ask them to help me find out if my mother still lives. It hasn’t been THAT long since I left AND she’s a full-blooded Vulpenite. She’ll still look fairly young by the time my father passes away from old age and although old he’s nowhere near THAT old. My party could help me free her, maybe even take down the monster that’s my father.
After a few wonderful moments of indulging in the fantasy she shook her head. No. It’s too dangerous. We’re a solid party and we’ve never failed a quest, but only because we play it smart. My father was a powerful man who no one could oppose when I left, he’ll be even more powerful now. And many of my siblings, both male and female, will have come of age since I left. Who knows what kinds of monsters he’s molded THEM into?
Avelina cleared her voice, drawing the attention of her fellow party members. “I need a favor from all of you,” she told them. “You’ve always respected my unwillingness to reveal anything about my life before becoming an Adventurer. That respect is even more important now and I need to ask a little more.” She paused, took in a long breath, then said, “While we are in Midgate and adventuring I’m going to be going by a false name and I’ll be keeping my race a secret.”
She waited for their response, fearing they’d ask too many questions she’d be unwilling to answer. To her great relief they didn’t. They were just as supportive of her as they’d always been.
“How do you plan on keeping your race hidden?”
That was a question she was more than happy to answer. “Before beginning our journey here I bought some new clothes,” she told them, patting a pack beside her that she’d soon need to make use of. “A few hats to wear to keep my fox ears covered and hidden. I also plan to keep my long hair down while here to hide that I don’t have Human ears. I’ve also picked up some pants that don’t have the normal hole I put my tail through. They’ve all had the butt tailored to have enough room for me to keep my tail stuffed in them.”
One of her party members chuckled at that. “I imagine doing that with your tail will make your behind look large enough to draw as much amorous attention as your chest normally does.”
Avelina flushed slightly. She had the thin, athletic build and pretty, cute features most Vulpenite women had. But she was far, FAR bustier than any other member of her race she’d seen or even heard of save her mother.
Most who took note of this wondered if it had something to do with her being part Human. Her softened Vulpenite features made it clear to nearly all that she wasn’t full-blooded, which as far as she could tell was a rarity. What little research she’d been able to do, mostly by trying to hunt down different editions of “Adlar Ashton’s Guide to Alaria”, suggested it wasn’t very easy for Humans to breed with Vulpenites. One of the editions even said it SHOULD be impossible without the blessing of a powerful deity.
Avelina would have assumed her bustiness came from the uncommon mixing of races as well if not for what she’d seen the day she’d discovered the truth about her mother. She didn’t like thinking about the sight of the woman, on all fours like an animal with her huge breasts hanging like cow udders. She was already an exceptionally busty girl that day and since then her breasts had only grown larger. Even as the life of an Adventurer had left her slimmer and more well-muscled her breasts had continued to slowly grow over the years. There was a gnawing part of her that feared one day she might end up looking like her mother had, with breasts so freakishly large she’d struggle to have a normal life.
“Our Avelina ALWAYS draws the attention of other Adventurers,” one of her party members said playfully. “And not just because of her, er… ‘fuller’ physical attributes. There have been times I’ve thought you nearly sickeningly cute and indecently pretty, all things that seem even more alluring when one sees you fight a foe!”
Another of them nodded. “When we took you on none of us understood what a fierce Fighter you would one day be growing into! We were hard-up and NEEDED a Fighter. Most of us thought that weird fighting style you have, using that fancy rapier of yours, was a bad fit. Still, we took you on out of desperation. But those fancy flourishes combined with your physical speed and quick wits make you terror against the right foes! You’re like the perfect midpoint between someone wearing plate armor using brute force and a quick, stealthy Rogue armed with daggers!”
That left Avelina preening. Her martial training as a nobleman’s daughter had been more of a leisure activity than true combat practice. She’d trained to fight for sport and show, not to truly harm. But her natural instincts had allowed her to take what she’d learned in her old life and quickly grow that base into something that had served her well as an Adventurer.
Yet she knew she’d have much less luck alone. Her party was well balanced and they worked together like a perfectly polished machine. They knew their limits, working within. They pushed at times to grow, but never dangerously so. NEVER taking on a task that was too high level for them.
That thought reminded her just why she had to keep her past hidden from her party. If they knew the truth they’d offer to help her put an end to her father’s evil or save her mother. She worried that if they did she wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation to take them up on the offer even if she was nearly certain such a quest was far beyond their skill.
The preening joy she’d felt a moment before faltered. “You know I’m normally always eager to hear you all sing my praise, but please do hold back while we’re here. I want to avoid as much attention as possible. You’re my family and I understand why the party wanted to come to Midgate. But please, keep my name and race secret. And perhaps think about not staying for more than a handful of quests? If the Adventurers’ Guildhall at Midgate is all the rumors say it is we’ll be able to make a small fortune and be on our way before too long.”
* * *
Once they reached the Adventurers’ Guildhall in Midgate much of the tension and fear Avelina was feeling melted away. Adventurers’ Guildhalls always did that. The were the closest thing to a “home” Avelina had had since she’d fled Midgate.
Every one of them different yet every one feeling the same, she thought, happily soaking in the atmosphere as she sat slowly nursing the bottom half of a drink. Be they small or large the layout is always basically the same. A tavern-like common room on the ground floor, one corner of which is dedicated to the local Guildmaster’s counter. Then upstairs the inn-like rented rooms, only there’s no need to pay to ‘rent’ them, their use is included in your guild membership.
Then there were the smells, she thought. Wonderful smells. Leather armor and polish for metal weapons and protective gear. Pipe smoke. Perfume from far and wide. Fresh food and fragrant drinks. Even the lingering stink of adventurer grime ads to the wonderful mélange of an Adventurers’ Guildhall.
And wafting through and overpowering every one of those individual scents is one that ties them all together and makes the smell ONE odor. Cloves. Every single Adventurers’ Guildhall burns ungodly amounts of clove incense, leaving most Adventurers smelling at least a little bit of clove most of the time.
Avelina had never been inside Midgate’s Adventurers’ Guildhall in her old life, but she’d seen it from outside plenty of times. It had always been busy and she remembered how it had slowly expanded over the course of her life, shadowing the rest of Midgate’s expansion. That hadn’t changed during her absence. There had been at least one major addition to the building since she’d last seen it.
At first she’d thought the place being so large and crowded was a bad thing. But once they’d arrived, stashed their gear in their rooms, and gone down to the common room she’d realized that the place being so crowded was a good thing. She’d rarely seen so many Adventurers in one place. Her four-woman party could go easily overlooked, even with as striking as some of the members were.
She’d been worried that her party being made up only of women would draw too much attention, especially having remembered that the local Guildmaster had been someone her father had often mentioned was an ally. But one look around made it clear their party makeup didn’t leave them standing out.
Then there were the stories they’d heard of Midgate. All of them said the Guildmaster was good to female Adventurers, often giving them opportunities other Guildmasters might not. Because of that the Guildhall’s common room was filled with even more female Adventurers than she was used to seeing.
Having momentarily worried about their party’s gender makeup drawing unwanted attention had made her reflect on it. She’d made a conscious choice to join an all-female party. After everything that had happened with her father she’d been generally distrustful of men, and aside from the occasional tryst did her best to avoid them.
If only I was like them, she thought. Each of them only has an interest in women. Oh, I tried, but that’s not me. As much as men make me anxious, as little as I trust them, my loins desire them. When I choose to indulge in my sexual whims it has to be with men.
Their party’s Cleric Elandra had been the woman she’d had her sapphic exploration with. She was a Common Elve, although her Elven blood was pure enough that only her more slender figure (compared to the thickness of a pure-blooded High Elve) hinted at her mixed racial heritage. The woman was tall, thin but curvy in her most womanly places, and had such beautiful, ageless Elven features that Avelina had to often remind herself the Cleric was as mortal as she was.
If there was any woman she’d have been able to make a sexual relationship work with it would have been her, especially since Elandra was a Cleric of Sylvulva, Goddess of Sapphic Desire. Indulging in all the pleasures woman-on-woman physical intimacy offered was literally a religious past time for her.
The sex HAD been good, Avelina couldn’t deny that. Maybe even better than any she’d had with a man. But it hadn’t felt right and she’d struggled to return Elandra’s sexual attention with any kind of honest passion.
Elandra had responded with the same stoic grace she responded to nearly everything. She was calm and kind, reassuring Avelina that the pleasures Sylvulva had to offer women weren’t pleasures all women could truly indulge in. She’d not been hurt that their attempt at being bed partners hadn’t worked, if anything it had helped the two of them grow closer.
Having your face buried in a friend’s snatch for a few nights tends to do that, Aveline thought. She laughed quietly to herself, happy Elandra was sitting next to her. She grabbed the woman’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze.
The beautiful Elven woman turned and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “And what was that about?”
Avelina shrugged, letting go of her hand. “Was just reminiscing. I’m glad you’re in my life, that’s all.” She paused, eyes falling on the scandalously revealing outfit the Cleric wore. “And feeling a little glad you’re drawing as much attention away from me as you are.” She leaned in close and whispered, “You were all correct about the pants. Having my tail stuffed in this outfit makes my ass look HUGE.”
Elandra smiled serenely. “You’re backend was definitely getting more than a few lusty looks before we sat down. And although I’m not lacking in size when it comes to my chest your glorious breasts usually overshadow mine. Even the boob window in my outfit isn’t normally enough to draw many eyes away from your ample cleavage. But with you so covered up to go unnoticed…”
She trailed off, looking slowly around and soaking in all the female eyes lingering on her chest. “Let’s just say I’m enjoying the chance to get so much attention from so many lovely ladies. When it comes time for me to find an attractive woman to ‘pray’ to Sylvulva with tonight I suspect I’ll have plenty of options.”
Before Avelina could reply her other two party members returned to their table. Nota Wigglestitch, a feisty Smidgen Rogue, was eagerly following their Ice Mage, Grellief. The Human woman towered over the diminutive Smidgen, which made the sight of Nota carrying the four mugs full of ale while Grellief carried only a dainty plate of finger food slightly comical.
Nota hopped onto the bench on the other side of the table and with the smooth grace of both a Rogue Smidgen slapped the mugs down without spilling a drop. She dropped down on her butt, temporarily disappearing behind the mugs. “Crumbs,” she snarled when she realized Avelina couldn’t see her. “I know most Smidgens find it offensive, but I wish more Guildhalls kept booster seats for us! Grellief, be a dear and lend me your fur cloak so I can bunch it up and put it under my ass. I’d like to at least be able to see over the mugs.”
“Only if promise I get be stuffed under Smidgen ass later,” the large northern woman said as she unclasped the huge, thick fur cape from around her neck. When Avelina and Elandra laughed Grellief looked at them in confusion. “What funny? I being serious. No joking. Love having sweet little Smidgen sitting on face.”
That only made Elandra and Avelina laugh harder. “We know you’re being serious,” Avelina told her. “It’s that you WEREN’T joking that made it funny! I think it’s the northern accent of yours and the way you still don’t quite have use of the common tongue down.”
“I think it’s more how she looks,” Elandra teased. “Grellief, you’re a stunning beauty. A true sexual delight to behold, made all the more wondrous by you being a barely civilized northern brute. You know I’d happily delve into those gloriously large northern mountains barely contained by your skimpy fur top. And I’d never turn down a chance to eagerly explore your wild and unkempt lower regions. I’ve done so many times. But just LOOK at you. You’re a towering majestic northern woman, so tall and well-muscled most assume you’ve got some Colossi blood in you. Although VERY arousing, the image of precious Nota sitting on your face is… Well, a tad comical.”
As Nota bunched up the fur cloak to sit on Grellief sat beside her. “But if we did other way I’d squish little Smidgen lover,” she said, blinking in confusion. “Mouth and hands of little lover too good, never risk hurting!”
They all erupted in laughter, laughing even harder when Grellief blinked in confusion and said, “But is true!”
“We know, dear,” Nota said, patting the woman on the small of the back. “Look, let’s stop picking on my giant of a girlfriend and get down to business.” She pointed to the mugs. “A fresh round!”
She took a swig then made a “blech” sound. “They’re warm! Grellief, dear, mind fixing that?”
The Ice Mage gave the little Smidgen and serious nod before hovering her hands above the mugs of ale. The blue arcane tribal tattoos spread across her body started to light up with throbbing arcane power while glowing blue streaks appeared in her long platinum-colored hair. As her eyes turned white cold vapors flowed from her bare arms, billowing down into the ale to leave it icy cool.
“Thanks, love,” Nota said cheerily after taking a deep long drink.
They fell into easy conversation, Nota and Grellief flirting while Elandra made elegantly lewd comments about the two very different women’s intense passion for each other. Normally Avelina would have been adding to it, but she remained quiet. Happy to be near them but remaining as unnoticed as possible.
At one point her attention was drawn to the Guildmaster. She’d been anxious about the man. He HAD been an ally of her father’s after all. Yet the things people said about him… It COULDN’T be the same Guildmaster running the Guildhall, not with the reputation he had.
She’d convinced herself the friendly man they’d been greeted by when they checked in couldn’t be the man her father had talked so fondly of. He was too kind and welcoming, especially to women.
Then she’d overheard something that gave her pause. A group sitting at a table close enough for her to overhear were talking about him. “It’s incredible,” one of them said. “It’s been what, nearly two decades since we were last in Midgate? The city has grown and changed so much, but not the Guildmaster. He doesn’t look a day older. How does the man do it?”
So it IS the same man, Avelina thought. But it doesn’t make sense. HOW could it be the same man? I KNOW my father had dealings with him. Does the Guildmaster maybe not understand what kind of monster my father is? It was the only thing that made sense to her, so it was what she chose to believe.
She realized she’d been staring at the Guildmaster and that he’d noticed. She smiled awkwardly, cheeks flushing, and looked away. Her party soon distracted her leading to her quickly forgetting about the brief moment of eye contact they’d shared, never realizing how dangerous a moment it had been.
* * *
The Guildmaster had been watching Avelina’s party far closer than they realized. He ALWAYS watched new parties, ESPECIALLY all-female ones. This one had been a particular delight. All third level, meaning they weren’t too experienced or individually powerful, but would have a false sense of their own power thanks to how strong they were when working together. It was always a hard choice with parties like that. Would he pick them off one at a time, or send them off on a quest together they’d never return from? Either way he’d ensure their careers as Adventurers didn’t last much longer.
That all four of them were highly attractive and busty, even the little Smidgen, only added to his excitement. Figuring out two of them were raging lesbians while the Cleric was devoted to Sylvulva only made his excitement grow. A male-centered doom for them all he’d promised himself before slowing down and mentally backtracking.
Or maybe not, he thought. Maybe betrayal by a woman would hit harder. That’s what’s important. Not just that their careers as Adventurers come to an end but that they pay for the affront of daring to be female Adventurers.
It’s what drove him. In his mind it was less a belief and more a law of nature that women were NOT meant to be Adventurers. Once he’d been an Adventurer. He’d seen firsthand how unfit for the life women were. Since becoming a Guildmaster he’d put everything he had into ensuring he ended as many female Adventurers’ careers as possible. Crafting a false persona to make them trust him more. Making allies. Fostering dangers to use to doom women.
He’d been at it now for… Well, a long time. And the longer he kept at it the foggier his memories of the past grew. Memories of what he’d been before he was THE Guildmaster grew foggier every year. There was an ever-growing sense that he had become what he was meant to be and that would never change. That HE’D never change. It SHOULD have disturbed him. But it didn’t. It felt natural. It felt right.
He listened to the world when it told him things felt right or wrong. He often felt as though he had become so attuned to the whims of the world that he had become a force of nature carrying out its will. There was some great purpose he served, some great power he helped. There was a time when he’d been more aware of what this power was, but now it felt like he’d become one with it understanding it no longer mattered.
What DID matter was that he listened to his instincts. They told him this new party was important, that his full focus should be on them. It was only after he caught the quiet one staring at him that he realized he’d almost completely overlooked her. Once he HAD noticed her he felt it. SHE was the reason his attention needed to be on them. SHE was what was important.
After that moment of eye-to-eye contact he focused fully on her, although he made sure SHE didn’t notice. What was it about her? She seemed so familiar. Something about her face… Was it a face he’d seen before? Not recently. A long time ago, back far enough that his memories were foggy. Yes, her face WAS familiar, but something was different. Or missing?
He needed to learn more about her, but that was going to be hard with the rest of her boisterous party overshadowing her. He needed to orchestrate things so she was pulled away from them. Yes, that’s what he needed to do, peel her off. And get her in a situation where he could learn more intimate details about her.
Looking slowly around the crowded common room he hoped for inspiration. The crowd was full of tools for him to use. He’d know just which was the best one when he saw them. He felt like he ALWAYS knew. The thing that drove him, it always let him know.
Herbert, he thought as his eyes fell on the older Wizard. The old creep is a savant when it comes to charms and magical means of mental control. He’s also a man obsessed with large breasts. That whole party is almost comically busty, but HER? She’s hiding it well, yet I can feel hers are the largest. I need to only point this out to Herbert and he’ll need to find out just what she’s hiding. After that he’ll be certain to indulge his perverted breast lust.
Thanks to magical spying devices he had hidden in every corner of the Guildhall the Guildmaster would be able to watch it all. If anything meaningful was discovered while the old pervert had his way with the girl the Guildmaster would see. And if not? Well, he’d still have a fun show to watch as a female Adventurer was used and humiliated.
* * *
Avelina started around the corner from the downstairs privy, walking straight into someone coming around the corner the other way. “I’m so, so sorry,” she said apologetically, happy she hadn’t run into the man hard enough to knock him over, especially after seeing he was significantly older than her.
“No worries, my dear,” the frail-looking older Wizard said with a charming smile.
She flashed an embarrassed smile when he tipped his brimmed hat to her. “Alright,” she said, a little annoyed the man seemed to be obstinately standing in her way almost as though he was trying to prevent her from getting around the corner where the people in the common room would be able to see them. “Could, um… maybe move aside?”
“I COULD,” he said as he raised his big bushy eyebrows in a way that drew her attention to his eyes. “But you don’t WANT me to.”
Avelina felt herself become transfixed by the older man’s eyes. They were so intense, almost hypnotic. “No,” she muttered, her voice strange. “I don’t want you to…”
“You want to look deep into my eyes,” he told her, opening his eyes wide as they pulsed with hypnotically glowing magic.
“Yes,” Avelina muttered dreamily. “Want to look deep into your eyes.”
“You want to sink into them. Lose yourself in them. Realize things would be so much simpler if you stopped thinking so much. Things would be better if you followed me up to my room.”
“Yeah,” Avelina said with a slow nod of agreement. “So much simpler to not think and just follow you…”
* * *
“Avelina sure is taking a long time in the privy,” Elandra said when she noticed their friend hadn’t yet returned. “She said she just needed a quick piss.”
Grellief leaned in, lowering her deep voice to whisper conspiratorially. “Maybe big tail take long time stuff back in?”
“She was pretty quick doing it on our way into town,” Elandra said with a skeptical frown of concern.
“Maybe she’s just getting another round of drinks,” Nota suggested hopefully. She looked around, realized she couldn’t see over the crowd of people nearby, then groaned in frustration. “Grellief, lift me up so I can find her!”
“Sure, little one,” Grellief said. Without getting up she picked Nota up and hoisted her high into the air.
Nota erupted into a fit of girlish giggles, a little surprised by how quickly and easily the big woman had been able to lift her up. “I always forget how strong you are! Honestly, I worry you’ve wasted your life learning all that flashy ice magic. You’d be just as deadly with an axe.”
“Ice magic cooler,” Grellief replied flatly.
“Did… did you just make a joke on purpose?”
“Nota, focus,” Elandra snapped. “Do you see Avelina anywhere?”
“Um… nope. Maybe she— Whoa there big girl, put me down easy! There’ll be no face sitting tonight if you break me.”
“Well, where is she?” Elandra demanded.
Grellief shrugged. “Maybe go bed early?”
“She would have said something,” Elandra insisted.
“Then maybe she found someone to go to bed with,” Nota said with a suggestive waggle of her little eyebrows. “You know how she is, when the mood hits her she NEEDS a man. And she wants to be done with them as quickly as possible. Probably needed a quick tryst. I wouldn’t worry about it unless she’s still gone in an hour or two.”
“I don’t know,” Elandra said uncertainly. “With as anxious as she is about being here… It just doesn’t feel right.”
“If no see soon we find,” Grellief declared. “Till then fun. Drink. Eat. Flirt. And later… The sitting of the face!”
“I’ll drink to that,” Nota cheered.
Elandra couldn’t help but laugh, forgetting her worry for the time.
* * *
Avelina stood in the center of the older Wizard’s rented room, staring blankly ahead. She showed little sign of being aware of the creepy man looming in front of her even as he licked his lips, eyes moving in erratic zig-zags as he stared at her chest.
“Wonderfully busty young woman,” he was muttering as he rubbed his hands eagerly. “I’m a lover of busty young women. Older women too if they’re busty enough, but the young ones…” He trailed off, closing his eyes and letting out a deep, long, lewd moan.
“But just HOW busty are you, young lady?” When Avelina made no response he held a hand beside her head and snapped his fingers. “I asked you a question,” he growled.
Avelina started, her glassy eyes coming into focus. “What? Where… where am I? Who are you?!”
“CALM,” Herbert said, loud and firm while moving close to make sure her eyes were focused on his. They pulsed with magical energy that instantly calmed her.
“Calm,” Avelina sighed. “Yes, I’m calm…”
“This one’s a fighter,” Herbert grumbled. “I’ll have to be mindful of that. I’ll have to stay on my toes and make sure I’m prepared to assert control whenever her mind starts to break free of the temporary bonds I’ve put on it.”
As he grumbled Avelina stared ahead, looking right through him. “Calm,” she kept whispering, a repeated self-soothing mantra keeping her in a state of calm obedience.
“Yes, girl, calm. Calm enough to stand up straight, press that lovely chest out, and expose herself. Yes, girl, yes, unbutton the outer garment. Ah, looking at those underclothes. You ARE working with some big, meaty goods and doing an impressive job hiding them. I wonder why? No, don’t answer, I don’t actually care. Toss the top on the floor. Good. Now that undergarment. Slowly! Hug your tits to your chest, keep them hidden. Let the garment drop but keep supporting them with the bashful hug.”
He was wringing his hands together in barely contained eager glee. “Good, good, yes, just like that,” he muttered as Avelina got into position, topless with her hands protectively hiding and holding her overlarge breasts to her chest. When she moved to release one breast to take her hat off he snapped at her, “Leave it on! I only care about your tits, you dumb fool!”
A moment later Herbert whistled, reaching down and squeezing his cock through his robes. “With the top off I can see just how slender and fit you are. Hard, tight body. Makes those meat monsters you’re lugging around look even bigger. Alright girl, time for the reveal. Lift ‘em up then drop them before putting your hands behind your back.”
Avelina lifted her breasts but just before dropping them she stopped. She blinked. “Wait,” she muttered, blinking again. Her eyes, which had been glassy and looking through the older Wizard, came into focus. “No,” she said uncertainly. “No… I… I don’t want to do that.”
She hugged her breasts tighter to her body, turning slightly to turn her torso from him. “I don’t want ANY of this.” She looked around in confusion. “Where am I? What’s going on?” When she looked back at him she glared, her confusion turning to anger. “And WHO are you?”
“Me?” Herbert asked, rising to his full height as he flared magical power to give himself an awing presence. “I’m inescapable,” he bellowed. At least Avelina HEARD him bellowing, in truth he was speaking in little more than a conversational tone. But the charm would alter her perception. He had to beat her mind down as it rebelled against his power to ensure it remained beaten down after this point.
“I AM INESCAPABLE AND YOU? YOU WILL SUBMIT!”
Avelina gasped, stumbling a step back as though his voice had been a physical thing that had struck her. She clung to her breasts, protecting them. “N-no,” she stammered, shaking. “W-won’t… s-s-submit…”
“SUBMIT,” she heard him bellow, his voice booming at her from all directions.
The power of his voice went into her. Deep, deep, DEEP into her. Or had he only said the word “deep”? Everything became an overwhelming booming of sensations. It was too much. She had to go deep, turn in on herself. Hide her will to resist deep inside and lock it away. Later she’d be given permission to release it, to become normal again, but for now she had to hide her true self deep, deep, deeper inside.
“Deep,” Herbert was telling her, voice calm but firm as he stood menacingly close to the girl. Her eyes, full of fear that was starting to ease away, were locked on his. “Deep,” he repeated, his eyes pulsing with magic. “Deeper. Yes, there we go. But it’s not enough to sink deep. You must leave behind a blank, dumb, empty mind.”
Avelina, eyes out of focus, whimpered then let out a pathetic moan of submission. “Deeper. Blank. Dumb. Empty.”
“YES,” Herbert cooed triumphantly. “Blank, dumb, and empty. All that’s left behind is your tits. No mind. No thoughts. Just obedience and tits.”
“Yes,” Avelina muttered. “Blank, dumb, and empty,” she repeated back. “All that’s left behind is my tits. No mind. No thoughts. Just obedience and tits.”
“Good, but not good enough,” Herbert told her. “Emptier. Blanker. No words. No thoughts. Just empty obedience and tits.”
Avelina nodded. She mouthed and mumbled out an attempted repeating of his words, but it only came out as incomprehensible gibberish.
“Good. Now, stand tall, chest out. Drop them and tuck your hands behind the small of your back!”
The drop of her overlarge breasts was a truly glorious thing. It left Herbert groaning in delight as he squeezed at his painfully hard cock through his robes as the girl’s tits bounced, jiggled, then settled. “Praise be to all the fuck gods! They’re absolutely massive for a Human girl your size. And so fucking dense, wide, and heavy looking! They look more like they belong on a Dwarven woman or even a Nemorvian.”
Avelina stared blankly ahead, hands tucked behind the small of her back.
For a few moments Herbert stood, groaning and squeezing his cock as he took in the sight of the girl’s tits. Then, in a breaking of tension, he lunged towards her. His hands shot up to grab her tits, lifting and squeezing them. It wasn’t enough. A heartbeat later he was bent down, one of her overlarge breasts lifted so he could bury his face in its dense fleshy bulk while greedily sucking on her nipple.
Avelina continued to stare blankly ahead, her eyes heavily hooded. She offered no resistance, in fact, she showed no sign of being aware of the man practically mauling her breasts other than some soft confused moans and a growing flush to her cheeks.
Herbert pulled away from her tits as suddenly as he’d attacked them. “No,” he grumbled angrily at himself. “Not proper. Not right. I can look, I can watch, but NO touching.” Part of him knew it was a silly rule he set himself, that not touching the busty women he used his magic on didn’t truly make it any more moral. But it was a lie he had to tell himself so that he could live with himself and do it all again with little to no guilt.
He took a few steps further away, afraid of the temptation being within arm’s reach provided. But the seal had been broken. He’d need more now, so he stripped out of his robes and small clothing.
Under normal circumstances the older Wizard would never have been comfortable being naked in front of a woman so young and attractive. He was old enough that he’d started to look thin and brittle in that way only older people looked. “To your young eyes I must look so gross and wrinkled, like a dried-up raisin left too long in the sun. But you’re too empty and dumb to have such opinions now, aren’t you?”
Aveline stared blankly ahead, eyes unseeing. Her mouth had fallen open slightly, her tongue having fallen slightly out making her look even more empty-minded and dumb.
“Gods be praised,” Herbert moaned in delight when he noticed her tongue sticking out. “I can risk just a little more touching…” He rushed close, grabbing her tongue and pulling it out so she looked like a panting dog, then quickly retreated out of arm’s reach lest temptation lead him to do more.
“Drool,” he commanded her. “MORE,” he growled, grabbing his cock and giving it a lusty squeeze as she started to pant and drool. Thick strings of saliva dripped from her tongue, dripping down onto one of her tits. “Fuck me, MORE girl, MORE. Drool so much on those fat titties you’ll be dehydrated when we’re done. YES. Now turn your head slightly, get the other tit good and wet. Yes. You look so much prettier standing there panting like a dog in heat, making a sloppy mess of those big fat titties.”
He spit in his hand then used the moisture to start stroking himself as he watched her. “More. Dumber. Messier. MORE DROOL. Pant like a dumb bitch. There’s a good girl. Wiggle your torso from side to side, JUST A BIT. Good, look at those heavy, wide, fat sacks of fuck-meat jiggle. A little more. Good, good. Now bounce up and down a little. More, yes, MORE. Debase yourself for my pleasure.”
By that point he was half hunched over, vigorously jerking off to the lewd sight before him. “More,” he muttered, voice shaking and half mad with crazed lust. “Grab ‘em both, shove them in your face. Lick those plump nipples. Suck on ‘em. Good! MORE. Get ‘em both in your mouth at the same time. Suck. SUCK. HARDER. Hard enough you can let go of those heavy udders and they’ll stay in your mouth.”
She tried, but their weight was just too much. The tight seal she’d made sucking on both her nipples broke with a wet popping sound. Both her tits flopped down, the weight of their fall as they bounced and jiggled nearly tipping Aveline over.
“Get on the bed,” he growled at her. “On your side, with one tit hanging over the side of the mattress. Yes. Now grab the other one, lean down, push your face in it. Like. Suck. Bite your nipple. Pull on it! MORE. Suck, you fat-uddered cow of a woman!”
He was looming over her, franticly jerking off inches from her face while she licked and sucked on her nipple. From the increase in speed and the desperate gasping moans anyone watching the room, through hidden spying devices, would have been able to tell he was close.
Herbert always tried to make it last, to drag it out for as long as he could. But he knew he’d passed the tipping point. He was shooting towards climax and he wouldn’t be able to stop it now. The only question left was WHERE he’d shoot his seed when he came.
“Stop sucking,” he barked. “Hold the tit up to me like an offering to your god.”
The moment Aveline did this he groaned, his whole body tensing. He aimed his cock at her tit, spurting out several impressively thick ropes of cum that left the breast Avelina was holding up looking like it had been glazed with a thick yet runny frosting.
“Taking that little virility potion before we started was the right decision,” he gasped between heavy post-orgasmic breaths. His scrawny legs were shaking but he refused to sit. It wasn’t over, not quite.
“Now lick it clean. No, sloppy at first. Use your lips to rub the cum around at first, make a proper cummy mess. Good. NOW clean it up. Lick. Suck. Debase yourself for my pleasure you dumb, weak-willed, fat-titted fool.”
How happens to Avelina and the old wizard now? (Choose up to 7 options from this poll)
Philo Hunter Erotica 