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From: shadowloup@aol.comAntispam (Shadowloup)
Subject: {ASSM} (NEW) The Hero Will Come (mf, magic)
Date: Sun,  9 Mar 2003 18:10:04 -0500
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The Hero Will Come
by Shadowloup

During the tenth hour of the orgy at the Inn of the Wet Cleft, the two
sorceresses Guenivere and Rose made the unpleasant discovery that no stiff
cocks remained to be sucked or fucked.  Mayor, innkeeper, farmers and any other
male who had wandered inside had succumbed to the pair's supple charms and now
lay where they had fallen in exhausted stupor.  Soft snores had long since
replaced the lusty groans of men's mettle being tested by the witches.  Now men
lay in various states of undress, sprawled on benches, splayed on the floor, or
laid out on the table.  Cocks of all sizes lolled about.  But all were soft,
and once viscous fluids were now drying on them.

Guenivere was tall, with hair brown like wood falling straight to her
shoulders.  Her complexion was tan, and her eyes dark.  Sticky white spunk
covered parts of her chin, cheeks, lips, and entangled the bangs on her
forehead.  One nipple of her lean yet pleasant titties was likewise coated. 
She valiantly attempted to suck some life into one wet yet wilting cock which
had moments before been deep inside her tight cootch.  But the owner, one of
the more muscular men of the village, lay fast asleep upon the table.

"Give it up," said her shorter companion Rose, who felt equally frustrated and
had just ceased pushing and spinning her moist twat upon another unconscious
man's face. Rose was smaller, yet plumper of bun and teat, and possessed
raven-black hair and blue eyes.

"I think there's still some life left in it," Guenivere said, wrapping her lips
around the softening member.  She had already lapped his sperm and her own
spunk from it, but it continued softening.

Both witches' buns, mouths and lips were tired.  But the aches of their triple
gates to paradise were nothing compared to their fear of not finding The Chosen
Man in time.

Neither witch had known the other until a few days ago, when both had
independently ventured to the town seeking The Chosen Man.  Guenivere's
specialty was divination via the tarot deck.  Rose's specialty was crystal
scrying.  Both had studied the prophecies of Kestral the Mage, which said that
one man might alleviate the upcoming darkness threatening the land, and that
man could be found at this town.

As Guenivere continued her futile task, which she punctuated with sharp sucking
sounds, Rose walked by and sharply slapped the meat of the taller sorceress'
buttocks.  The sound rolled across the room like a thunderclap.  Guenivere's
butt cheeks shuddered as she yelped in pain and outrage.  It was a sight which
would have aroused anyone, provided they were still awake.

"Give it up slut," Rose said.

Guenivere sighed, knowing her duggier companion was right.

The two threaded their way through the human wreckage, walking gingerly, for
they had been deliciously violated throughout the night.

That was when the stable lad Hugh Thickwrist arrived.  Though young, Hugh was
tall, lean, and possessed dashing good looks marred only by a look of perpetual
bewilderment.  He was unprepared for the sight of erotic carnage which met his
eyes upon entering the tavern.  For a second he wondered how such delightful
devastation had been wrought, and how he had managed to miss it.  Then he spied
two vixens who had been getting dressed until he entered. Rose was trying to
pull a blouse across her boobs, and Guenivere was trying to pull her tight
green leggings beyond her rump. Both stopped to examine the new visitor.

The witch as tall as Hugh now wore a lascivious if sticky grin. Because of it
she resembled a cat, and Hugh wondered if he were the prey.

The other shorter, pleasantly plumper female also smiled.  Her blue eyes were
kinder.

Guenivere let her green leggings flutter to the floor, stepped out of them, and
sashayed to Hugh.

"Hello," she purred, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other lightly on
his groin.  As she gently explored the mystery within his breaches, she asked
"How did we miss you?"

Hugh's face flushed from the gentle, fondling fingers.  

"I fell asleep feeding the horses last night," he said in a choked voice.

Guenivere laughed, slipping her hand deep down Hugh's trousers and began
stroking.  Hugh's face turned even redder.  A gurgling sound came from his
throat.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Rose asked.

"No.  I mean, yes... Oh the gods," Hugh tried to explain despite the
distracting hand and extending bulge in his trousers.

Rose then said to Guenivere, "He seems a bit young to be the Chosen Man."

"He's enough over the age of consent so that we can have our wicked ways with
him," Guenivere said.

Rose sighed, but realized time was dwindling.

They both fucked Hugh.  They started out kneeling before him, applying
fluttering kisses to his prick and balls.  In no time their mingling, hot
breaths aroused Hugh's tool to the point of throbbing.

Then they guided him to an empty spot on the floor.  Guenivere tried to wrap
her mouth around the sweet-tasting morsel.  Rose was quicker, and slid her wet
twat fully down Hugh's length.  Guenivere contented herself by lowering her
athletic buns onto Hugh's face, enjoying the sensations of his eyelashes
tickling her rump and the hot moisture of his breath upon her furred crack. 
She frotted herself on his forehead.

After a few minutes of bouncing, Rose sensed Hugh was about to orgasm.

"Quick, get the flask!" Rose cried as she continued her bouncing.  Guenivere
scowled as she removed herself from Hugh's face to get a phial from her
belongings on one of the tables.

Rose slid off Hugh's reddened cock just as it pulsated and a wad of white spume
slid out the tip.  The two kneeling witches grabbed his prick and aimed it for
the flask's opening.  But Guenivere could not resist.  The prick looked too
tasty.  She swallowed the knob.

"Guenivere!"  Rose cried.

Hugh lay back and moaned, his dick ready to erupt.  Guenivere refused to remove
her mouth from the rigid organ, bathing it with hot spittle.  Rose was forced
to apply The Mystic Grip on Hugh's balls to avert his upcoming crisis.

"Let it go, you wench!" Rose demanded.

Guenivere shook her head no and continued sucking.

Finally Rose pinched Guenivere's nose shut with her free hand.  Shortness of
breath forced the witch's head off the dick.  A sharp groan was torn from
Hugh's throat.  White lava flowed from the angry red tip.  Rose hurriedly moved
the phial so some would splatter inside.

A gentle snoring arose.

"He is a sleepy head," Guenivere giggled, surveying Hugh's sticky face.

"Yes," Rose said.  "But it took the two of us to knock him out.  All these
others we took care of singly."

"I had several on me at once," Guenivere said with a pout.

"Slut," Rose muttered beneath her breath.

The duo left the unconscious lad and the other townsmen, and walked to their
rooms.  Once there, Rose lit a candle, and added several herbs from her pouch
to the jism-filled phial.  A crystal blue light, bright as a ray of sun, shone
through it.

"He is the Chosen One," Rose said, awed at her success.

The pair then found an old tapestry decorating one of the inn's walls.  A few
sprinkles from another phial filled with Guenivere's orgasmic energy enabled it
to fly.  They then loaded the sleeping Hugh onboard and transported themselves
to Rose's lair.

When Hugh awoke, he was disoriented and disrobed, but delighted to find
Guenivere once again suckling at his prick.  Her every slurp seemed to pull at
his groin.  Rose had absented herself, and Guenivere could not resist a new
plaything.

She smiled as best she could at the lad with her mouth full.  He could see her
impish brown eyes peeping through the bangs of her hair.  Through the hot,
tight embrace of her tongue and lips, Hugh could swear he was halfway down her
throat, and about to give her something to eat.

That was when Rose reappeared.  Another hearty hand-spank across the kneeling
sorceress' ass made her yowl around Hugh's cock.

Guenivere released her oral grip and sat back, pouting as she rubbed her harmed
hams.

"Greetings again, Hugh," Rose said.  She then introduced herself and Guenivere.

Hugh was more to the point.  "Why have you ensorcelled me?" he asked.

"Because you are The Chosen Man," Rose explained.

"The man chosen for what?"

"You, for some reason, are fated to be the one to fight the Queen Rheana," Rose
said.  "You are our only hope."

The blank look on Hugh's face made Rose realize further explanation was
necessary.

"It all started one thousand years ago, when King Ethelrude the Ever-Ready
ruled the Kingdom," she said.  "Of course, this kingdom was much smaller than
it is now, and those who lived just north of it suffered from the depredations
of Rheana, succubus queen of the Mountains.  Periodically she swept down upon
their villages, laying waste their buildings in her quest to lay all the
peasants.

"While the villagers enjoyed the laying bit, they objected to the rebuilding
part.  So they petitioned King Ethelrude for succor.

"The King agreed, in part because he longed to expand his lands, and in part
because he was a kinky king and always willing to try something new, like
fucking a succubus into submission.

"So the King and Rheana enjoined in carnal combat on the summit of Mount
Veneris.  King Ethelrude waved his mighty war lance, and plunged it deeply into
the tight confines of the succubus.  Though he thrust deeply, she matched him
stroke for stroke.  Their marital martial bout lasted three days..."

Hugh grunted as one of Guenivere's fingers found his tight anus and slowly,
deliciously wiggled up inside it.  Rose continued, ignoring the outburst; "On
the fourth day, the King was able to reach her.  It is said that her screams of
joy caused the sun to stop his journey in the sky to watch the spectacle, and
that the juices from between her thighs flooded several towns.

"After her climax, Rheana fell into a deep, thousand year slumber.  But even as
she sleeps, her sexual appetite grows.  The thousand year cycle draws to an
end.  The mountains rumble, moved by her quivering thighs.  Hot springs flow
with water boiled from the heat of her pussy.  She will awaken, and she will
have to be fucked."

"That's where you come in," Guenivere said, rotating her anus-bound finger and
making Hugh squirm.  "For some reason you are destined to diddle the demon."

"I don't know if I can," Hugh said.  "I'm not all that experienced.  And
anyway, fornicating with a fiend sounds like risky business.  What happened to
Ethelrude?"

"No one really knows," Rose said.  "Some say he became a monk, forsaking all
sex because he had already had the best there was.  Others said he became a
wanderer, ever searching for better elixirs to alleviate his always aching
back."

"Worry not about your inexperience," Guenivere said while toying with Hugh's
balls.  "You will begin a six-day sex session with us.  We will show you all
manner of erotic tricks and tantric magics.  You must use these on Rheana."

And so began the training of Hugh.  First, he trained with Rose.  A few quick
kisses upon her ruby lips, a quick groping of her turgid teats, and then a
fumbled attempt at fornication which left Hugh grunting, brought a rebuke from
the witch.

"More foreplay first," she said.

And so Hugh first heard the word cunnilingus.  He was introduced to Rose's
lower lips, which he licked up, down, and all around, lathering the black hairs
with hot spittle, twiddling her bright coral lips, teasing them open with his
tongue until they resembled a lusty pink butterfly with a bright pink clitoral
head.

Rose also taught Hugh his first sex spell, the Overstimulated Clit.

"With this spell, a woman will be in your power," she explained.

Hugh next trained with Guenivere.  Remembering his previous training, he went
head-first to her thighs, performing the spell of the Overstimulated Clitty so
well that Guenivere's little pink pearl soon stood upright, rigid as a man's
cock.  The witch grew cross-eyed with lust.  Finally she could take no more. 
She gasped, grunted, and pushed his head away.

"A good trick," she said.  "Now let me show you another."

With that, she taught Hugh his second spell, that of the Thickening Dick.  He
recited the magic mantra as he thrust deeply into Guenivere, giving her the
thick, stretching sensations she craved.

Hugh once again trained with Rose, this time employing that Thickening Dick
spell.  Rose being smaller, was much more uncomfortably filled than Guenivere
had been.  Now she grunted and groaned during their bout.  Fortunately she was
wet enough to accommodate Hugh.  Just barely, and she had to apply icy water to
her privates afterward.

Through the following days, the witches showered potions, lotions and magical
motions upon Hugh.  He learned how to keep his lust unslaked, the better to
last longer.  How to twiddle a tight bunghole.  How to delve for the mysterious
g-spot.  And the spell of the Twiddled Tit.

Then the appointed day came for Rheana to awaken.  The two witches and Hugh
flew on the tapestry to an ancient temple hidden at the bottom of Mount
Veneris.  There a deep blue stream flowed beneath a bridge leading to a small
ivy-covered pagoda.  Drooping branches from nearby weeping willow trees slowly
swayed in the stream's currents, which also turned an ancient prayer wheel.  A
lightning bolt from the clear sky rent the pagoda, and created a small tidal
wave that broke the prayer wheel.  From deep within the mountain's bowels came
a feminine moaning.

A deep chasm opened, and Rheana, the succubus queen stepped forth.  She stood
taller than the trees.  Her two titties were firm, standing like hills capped
with pink buds, and they cast a dark shadow upon the earth.  Her eyes were
green, like pools of jade.  Her tresses, the color of straw, fell to her
shoulders.  She shook herself.  Her rippling muscles and bouncing boobs rained
a light covering of dust upon the land.  Hugh looked up, and discovered her
twat was wet as a river and yawning like a narrow canyon crevice waiting to be
entered.  An intoxicating smell of aroused female spread throughout the air.

Rheana put a hand through her hair like a comb, and laughed.  It was a light,
tinkling, merry laugh.  It was then she spied the trio watching her.

"So, who has come to see me awaken?"

"We've come to thwart you," Guenivere said.  Rose made to silence her
companion, but was too late.  Rheana clapped her hands and several mighty tree
roots tore from the ground to ensnare the two witches. Rose silently cursed
Guenivere for never knowing when to keep her mouth shut.

"And who are you?" asked the demon queen of Hugh

"I am Hugh Thickwrist, and I too am here to stop your evil plans."  Hugh
thought his voice sounded very small.

"Hmmmm.  Thickwrist.  I like that name.  Do you live up to it?"

"More than adequately," Hugh replied in a voice slightly higher in tone than he
wished.  He dropped his trousers as he spoke.

An eager grin spread across Rheana's lips.  With a wave of her hand, she became
the same height as Hugh.

Hugh stepped forward, but was surprised when Rheana gripped him by his buttocks
and hoisted him above her head until his thighs were level with her eyes. 
Looking down into her green eyes, Hugh saw Rheana's smile before she opened her
mouth and swallowed his member whole.

Rheana feasted upon Hugh's meat like a calf suckling at a cow's teat.  One
thousand years of abstinence had made her very eager to taste man milk again.

Hugh panicked for a second as he felt his crises arising.  Ejaculate would
arrive too soon, and all would be for nought.  

"Believe in yourself, Hugh!" Rose called out as the lad began to falter.

Then Hugh remembered the spell of the Thickening Dick.  Reciting it, Hugh
swelled his dick until Rheana's eyes grew large in alarm as her throat
distended.  She pushed Hugh back, allowing his cock to escape her mouth with a
popping sound that echoed off the mountain sides.

She gave Hugh a sly smile.  "That was nasty," she said, before playfully biting
the tip of his prick.  Hugh could only grunt in pleasurable pain.

Hugh was dropped to the ground.  While he tried to regain his breath, Rheana
again beset him by plopping her pussy upon his face and mercilessly grinding it
against his lips.  Her thick spendings nearly drowned Hugh.  Then he remembered
the spell of the Overstimulated Clit.  Soon the demon queen's clitoris stood
long as a man's thumb and rigid as a rock.

Rheana's face grew red and she panted.

"You have been taught well," she gasped.  Then, sliding her body down to get
away from Hugh's lips, she speared herself upon his cock.  This left Hugh's
hand free to enact the spell of the Twiddled Titty.

A crooning sound came from Rheana's throat as she lustily shafted herself.  The
slapping of her and Hugh's loins filled the glade.  Hugh was nearly out of his
mind with pleasure, and close to climaxing.  Rheana was equally hot.  Moisture
dripped from both their faces and their breathing grew labored.

"Strum her clit, Hugh!" Rose cried.

Hugh heard Rose with the last sane portion of his mind.  He reached out between
Rheana's thighs, and gently rubbed her protruding plum between thumb and
forefinger.

The demon queen screamed in ecstasy.  Hot white spendings deluged from her twat
like rain from a thundercloud, joined by Hugh's own spunk.  Hugh and the
witches found themselves blinded momentarily by the sticky storm.  When they
were finally able to see, Rheana could not be found.

As Hugh released the witches, they congratulated him.

"Such fuckery will be sung about for generations," Rose told him as the trio
boarded the flying tapestry.

"I hope she didn't fake her orgasm," Guenivere said.  The thought cast a pall
on the trio all the way home.

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