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By Shon Richards
Through my crystal ball, I watched brave Viona take the lead.
She walked with a steady purpose down the dark corridor, and she never
showed doubt. Not for a moment. Her companions were less courageous,
but they were bolstered by Viona's confidence. Although they faced me,
the dread wizard Zandark, they had complete faith that Viona would once
again defeat me and save the poor enslaved villagers. Those idiots had
I turned my focus from her followers to the warrior-heroine
herself. I loved how her gold breastplate glowed, even in the shadows
it caught all possible light and illuminated the curves of her
bountiful breasts. Her thighs were bare, covered only by her leather
skirt—it allowed her to kick and leap with such agility. She held her
legendary Moon Sword with a solid grip that caused my cock to twitch as
I remembered how tight that grip could be. Her long black hair was
tied back in a ponytail, and flew behind her as she moved. I was
mesmerized by the streaks of white shimmering in the faint light.
The bards have an explanation for the new white streaks that
always appear after brave Viona battles me. They say the white emerges
because of the fresh horrors she sees in my Dark Towers. They say it
is because no or woman can face me and emerge unchanged. The truth
is much darker. If the bards knew the secret of Viona's white streaks,
it would change both our legends forever.
My desire for Viona grew as I watched her step carefully down the
hall. Her perfect calves were encased in her thigh high leather boots.
I have always had a weakness for those boots.
It was time to weed out her group for our 'final' battle.
The floor gave out under their thief, Pibbons. He fell into my
Mirror Maze where, for fun, three Dire Tigers began stalking him.
Let's see if her cunning thief can survive this ultimate test of
escape. I have faith in the sneaky bastard.
A trapped mirror in the soul of her Elven companion,
Galana. The Elven Princess will remain a statue while her soul battles
the will of a trapped Sphinx for supremacy of the mirror. The battle
will be purely mental and most likely involve some riddles, but Galana
was assured victory. She might even escape under five hours.
A special fate awaited the chivalrous Macan of the Blue Shield.
The ass. He had been courting Viona for five years. Following her
from one adventure to another, always treating her with kindness,
deference and tenderness--the fool dreamed of marrying her. Didn't he
realize by now that Viona lived a life of adventure because she liked
danger? What kind of excitement could a dull, safe like him give
The Harpies captured Macan while he was crossing one of the
chasms that fill my Dark Towers. Hopefully, after spending a few hours
with those lewd 'ladies,' he might learn something. If nothing else,
they'll smudge up his armor.
Viona was now alone, but I had one more challenge for her before
I allowed her into my sanctum. She had to cross my Chamber of Fire
Elementals. These raging demons, composed entirely of flame, were no
match for her Moon Sword, but they weren't meant to harm her. I just
wanted her to sweat hard for a good ten minutes before she faced me.
Viona always looked her best when she was covered in a sheen of
With a heroic effort, Viona finally broke into my sanctum. She
was breathing hard, and the flames raged behind her. Her breastplate
was heaving from her exertions, and her black hair was free from its
ponytail and lay wet against her head. Viona's blue eyes glared at me.
"What have you done to my friends?" she demanded while she
pointed her Moon Sword at me.
"Now Viona, have I ever harmed your loyal companions?" I replied
as I stood from my throne.
She didn't answer. I liked to think the sight of my nude body
held her in stunned silence as my robe fell from my broad shoulders to
reveal my naked form. Muscles rippled along my arms and chest as I
strode towards her. I stroked my black goatee as I approached, knowing
her eyes were focused on my cruel sensuous lips. My manhood swung
between my legs, and I discovered that I was wrong about her eyes.
They weren't looking at my face at all.
"You're already naked?" Viona snorted. "Presuming a lot, aren't
I snapped my fingers. The tamed Tentacle Beast responded
instantly. Coils of iron hard tentacles reached down and grabbed
Viona's wrists and ankles. She roared in anger as she was lifted from
the ground. Suspended in the air before me, she struggled briefly but
it was no use. Even her mighty biceps couldn't break that grip.
"Zandark!" she screamed. "Release me now!"
I grabbed her Moon Sword telekinetically, being careful not to
touch the mystic edge even by thought. The sword dropped to the ground
a safe distance away from the warrior heroine. Only then did I come
close enough to touch Viona.
"It's been a long time," I said as ran my clawed fingernails down
her sweaty bicep.
"You said you'd be Lansdale," Viona accused.
"I wanted to have some time to enjoy myself before you came and
destroyed another one of my Dark Towers," I countered. My fingernails
moved up her arm and to her face. Her lips trembled as I ran a claw
over her bottom lip.
"What did they give you when you defeated me last time?" I asked.
She took a moment to answer because she was enjoying the feel of
my claw on her cheek. "I was given a thousand pieces of gold by the
King, and Macan was granted a new device for his heraldry."
My fingers went to her hair and clenched. "Don't mention his
name when we are together," I warned her.
She winced as I pulled her hair, but she smiled. "Jealous
"Always," I said and then I kissed her.
Kissing a warrior is never simple. Her tongue battled mine. Her
lips devoured my mouth as much as I devoured hers. We warred to taste
each other, and when our mouths finally broke free, she was as
breathless as I.
"The things you make me do," I whispered. I hugged a finger
under the collar of her breastplate and uttered a single Word of Power.
With a simple motion, my finger tore through the gold steel, slitting
her breastplate down to her belly. Her undershirt I disintegrated with
another Word until her naked were hanging free in all their
"You bastard!" Viona growled, true anger on her face. "These
breastplates cost a fortune!"
I chuckled and grabbed one of her hanging tits. She moaned as my
claws sunk into her soft flesh. My hand kneaded her as her
nipple became flushed and hard. A white streak of hair fell on her
face where it stuck to her wet check.
I was reaching for her other when I noticed a tiny mark by
her nipple. My magic sight peered at the strange blemish and I
realized it was a White Ward! My claws grasped the nipple I was
groping, and I pinched her harshly till she cried out.
"A White Ward?" I accused her. "If I had touched it, I would
have burst into flames!"
Viona smiled. "Thus ending your reign of evil forever."
The bitch always had to fight it. That might be why I loved her.
Using an arcane gesture, I banished the White Ward from her breast.
Once it was purified, I claimed my reward orally. I leaned down and
sucked her nipple into my mouth. The sweat of her flesh tasted
wonderful, and the moans that accompanied the actions of my tongue made
me forget the treachery of the Ward. I bit her gently with my
fangs until she was writhing against the tentacles in lust.
"Any other surprises I should know about?" I asked her.
"No," she gasped. Her were glowing from my
I walked behind her and snapped my fingers. Another tentacle
reached down and wrapped around Viona's waist. It pulled her so that
her ass was now level with her head. The Tentacle Beast also pulled
her legs apart. He was a well-trained monster.
Removing Viona's leather skirt, I was amused to see her wearing
another chastity belt. A simple spell turned the metal into mist. Her
buttocks clenched as the cold mist settled on her skin. I was
delighted to see that she had shaved today so that her sex was as bare
and smooth as her thighs. That's my heroine slut.
I kissed her ass. Some heroes might be surprised to discover
that I, Zandark, had kissed the ass of Viona but I didn't mind. She
had a delightful ass. And how many of those heroes had kissed her ass
metaphorically and would give their soul to do it literally?
"Turn her over," I commanded, and the Tentacle Beast obeyed.
Viona growled with rage as the tentacles manipulated her suspended
body. She was more enraged by her new position. The warrior was
facing me now. Her arms were held straight up, and her legs were
spread wide and lewdly for my enjoyment. Worse, she was now facing me.
"This is much better," I sneered. I ran my claws up her belly
and groped a sore breast. Her blue eyes flashed at mine. She was
deliberately trying to ignore my cock that was inches away from her
"I want to see the love on your face when I fuck you," I told
She spitted at me. "I have no love for you," Viona said
I wiped the spit from my chest and rubbed it on my cock. "That's
true," I admitted. "You have much less noble reasons for letting me do
My claws went to her cleft and parted her lips. She hissed as my
claws ran up and down the inside of her sex. Her powerful thighs
clenched and pulled against the tentacles but it was useless. I kissed
her lovely boots as my fingers toyed with her.
"Zandark," Viona moaned. My claws found her clitoris, and I
began gently rolling it. She had seen these claws slit stone, but she
knew how careful I would be with her. Her face flushed with
"My claws are already being soaked by you," I told her. I raised
one finger to my lips and her desire. "You've been teased
enough, haven't you?"
"Yes," she said huskily.
"Want me to quit taunting you and just fuck you?" I asked. I
laid my cheek against her boot-covered calf. The smell of her sweat
mixed with leather enflamed me.
"Please," Viona asked.
"Say it out loud," I demanded.
The proud warrior heroine swallowed and frowned, but her hard
nipples betrayed her vanity. It's hard to look indigent when your lips
are quivering with need. She knew the rules, and she always came back
to play. If I ever relented I knew she might kill me.
"Fuck me, please," Viona the Brave asked.
"Again," I snarled as I stroked my cock.
"Fuck me with your cock," Viona the Fearless asked me.
I slapped my cock against her lips hard enough to sting us both.
"Fuck me like I'm your bitch!" Viona snarled. "Fuck me like a
slut! Fuck me like your whore! Just fuck me hard asshole!"
I pushed into her and we both moaned in unison. Her sex was a
Fire Elemental unto itself. My cock slipped into her lips and sunk
down to my balls.
It made losing another Dark Tower seem a small price to pay.
"Finally!" Viona growled with satisfaction. She tossed her head
back and hung loosely in the tentacles as I fucked her. The mighty
warrior was just a simple woman as I pumped her sex. Only in my power
could she let go of herself enough to be pleasured.
My arm wrapped around a leather calf as I fucked her. With my
other arm I grabbed a bouncing and squeezed. Her nipple was
trapped between my closing fingers, and Viona screamed with pleasure as
my claws gently raked her bosom. My cock rammed her hanging sex, and I
watched the sweat fly from her body. She was as beautiful in surrender
as she was in battle.
Her leather boot began to unravel as my claws sank into it. With
a growl I tore her boot off and turned to bite her bulging calf. Viona
cried out as my mouth clamped onto her sweaty skin. I continued to
fuck her, and I could feel the muscle of her leg tense under my teeth
with each thrust.
"Harder Zandark!" the shameless heroine begged. "Claim me!"
I claimed her. With unrelenting thrusts I claimed my prize. My
cock made her mine. Her begging screams were my title of ownership.
As she hung from the ceiling impaled on my manhood, Viona climaxed in a
glorious wail of release.
The wails rose and fell as she rode her other climaxes.
Sometimes she would pull against her bonds as she orgasm became too
powerful to handle and other times she would hang limply as the orgasm
stripped her of strength. Regardless, I continued to fuck her with my
superhuman endurance until the warrior heroine begged me to stop.
"Zandark, I can't take anymore," she moaned.
"You can finish me in other ways," I chuckled. I pulled my cock
free and marveled at how slick and shiny it was. A snap of my fingers
moved her into her final position. She squealed like a fresh bride as
the tentacles turned back over onto her stomach and brought her head
down to my cock.
"Yes!" she said lustily before my cock entered her mouth. My
hands grabbed her white-streaked black hair and pulled her head down to
my crotch. Viona moaned, and her lips and throat vibrated around my
Up and down I pulled her head over my cock, and Viona faithfully
kept her lips wrapped tight around me. The tongue that had commanded
armies licked the veins of my masculinity. She grunted as I roughly
fucked her mouth, and her gasps only increased my passion.
My cock exploded between her lips and filled her mouth with my
seed. I quickly pulled her head off me and stroked myself. Viona
clenched her eyes and smiled as pumped my seed onto her face. Flying
streams of white coated her face and hair as I roared with pleasure.
Few people know that the seed of a wizard stains whatever it
"Dark Gods of Helkos!" I whispered when I was finally done.
"Bright Gods of Paratin," Viona agreed.
"I could take you with me," I offered as the tentacles dropped
her lightly to the ground. "There are lands we could go to that have
never heard of Viona the White, or Zandark the Cruel."
Viona laughed as she slowly crawled over to her Moon Sword. "And
be your wench forever at your beck and call in another Dark Tower? I
don't think so."
"Would it be so bad?" I asked. "I could summon plenty of nasty
things for you to fight."
She was almost to her sword. "There's more to life than just
killing things. There's helping people. There's also the thrill of
I waved it off. "We could rule the world together. Isn't that
enough adventure for you?
Viona picked up her sword. "I might have fallen for you," she
said a little sadly. "But I haven't fallen that far."
That was when she spun around and threw the Moon Sword. The
deadly blessed touch of that mystic weapon could slay me with a nick.
Fortunately, I was already beginning to fade into the Ether.
"Yet," I said before my dimensional shift was complete.
I didn't hear her answer.