Chapter 1 - Humility and Humiliation

Whatever their status or situation, Wakeeda always helps those in need... for a price.
(Note: to understand why this curse is happening, you need to read Livantia's second chapter.)

Wakeeda is my OC.
Prince Adol belongs to DarkShadow777.

(Extra tags: prince adol wakeeda witch-doctor analingus chastity public-humiliation cunnilingus)
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Prince Adol was desperate. Desperate enough to take advice from his love rival, the wizard. Desperate enough to come here, a disgusting swamp in the southwest of Asmana. Desperate enough to ask a witch doctor, of all people, for help. He just wanted to be rid of this curse. It was ruining his chances to get any women, and worst of all, it constantly made him look like an idiot in front of his beloved Ilyse.

He didn't knock yet, though. He was going over what to say in his head. The stranger had warned him that the witch doctor didn't like ladies men like him. He wanted to be sure he wouldn't screw up his only chance at getting the curse off of him.

A female voice rang from inside the shack: "I can't help you while you're out there pondering what to say to me, Adol." 

The prince gave a start. How did she know? Deciding to just make it up as he went along, Adol pushed the door. He found himself in a large room with a huge table in the centre. On one side was a huge shelf full of many different potions. On the other was a counter like you'd see at a bar, as long as the room, with alchemy equipment filling it.

A woman quite a bit shorter than him stood slightly to the side, mixing potions. She had pale skin-almost grey in fact, dark brown hair that flowed to between her shoulders, as well as a rather taut rear. All across her body was many pieces of jewelry, as well as bracelets and anklets on her arms and legs. Adol knew this was Wakeeda.

"So, you're the lustful prince of Valador." the witch doctor observed, not turning around. "I'd like to say it's a pleasure or an honour or any of that, but I wouldn't want to give you any idea that I like you."

"Then let us skip the pleasantries and get to the point." Adol decided to use her hostility to his advantage. "I doubt you want me here for long if you hate royalty."

"Who said I hate royalty? My only problem is the royal titles-too formal. Not all kings, queens, princes and princesses are spoiled brats." Wakeeda informed him. "Just look at Ilyse. Beautiful, strong and optimistic despite everything she's been through. I feel sorry for her, being forced into marrying an unfaithful man like you." she muttered something about "Ciaran" at the end but Adol didn't hear it.

Adol's temper flared. "The arranged marriage was our father's idea. I would never-NEVER-force her into marrying me. I love her too much to do that. I'd rather she be happy alone than miserable with me."

"I don't doubt that for a second. I know you're a good man in your heart of hearts, but you sometimes act like you never entered adulthood. It makes you look less like a prince and more like a jester." Wakeeda informed him. "In any case, shall we skip to the reason you're here?"

"You're the one who opened on hostilities, but please do." Adol conceded. Arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"You want to remove a dirty word curse, you have to fix the problem that caused it in the first place." The witch doctor told him.

"You mean I need to stop picking up women in taverns?" the prince half-asked half-joked.

Wakeeda gave an amused chuckle. "No. Well yes, you do need to cut that out, but that's not the problem. Arietta put it on you because you not only destroyed her asshole, but were rude to her afterwards. You treated her like a piece of meat, not a lover."

Adol became suspicious of her suddenly. "How do you-"

"I'm not in contact with her, if that's your thinking." Wakeeda preempted him. "The spirits tell me everything, Your Lustfulness. Everything. But back to the point: you need to learn to control your lust. Restrain it."

"I restrain it plenty!" Adol argued.

Wakeeda simply asked. "Then why are you concentrating your gaze on my ass so much?"

Adol was taken aback; she wasn't anything like the witches he was used to dealing with. Her sentence was a statement, not a question. And the prince couldn't answer without making himself look like a pervert.

"That's what I thought." He could tell the witch doctor was smiling. "You need to learn humility."

Adol conceded. "Okay. Where do we start?"

"You can start by laying on the table and licking my rear hole." Wakeeda told him, turning around at last. She was quite averagely built, with the smallest bit of fat around her legs and arms. Most of the fat was concentrated in her chest, though: her tits jutted out like two watermelons.

"Wh-what?" Adol asked, surprised at not only her request but at her large tits. He had to suppress an urge to fondle them.

"Liking what you see?" the witch doctor asked, placing clenched fists on her hips.

"Yes. You're a very beaut-bea-really sexy lady who I want to fuck all day!" Adol spurted. This damn curse...

"Even if you weren't cursed, your charms have no effect on me." Wakeeda informed him, though he was sure he saw the faintest trace of a smile. "You're lucky I'm helping you at all, you know. I can't stand skirt-chasers like you."

"You're not flattered you make the curse affect me?" Adol asked, maybe a little too virulently.

Wakeeda crossed her eyebrows and took a step towards him. He backed away; she looked genuinely angry now. "Your standards are so damn low, the ugliest woman in all the realms would make that curse affect you. Now either lay on the table or get out." Her voice was a whisper that carried a deathly hiss.

Adol clamped up. He felt nothing short of insulted, but knew better than to talk back. She was still willing to get rid of the curse, and if all he had to do was lick her rear it sounded like a bargain. He clambered onto the table and felt his armour disappear from his body and saw it reappear in a washing bowl nearby.

"You didn't have to do that; it's not that dirty." Adol told the witch doctor, laying on his back.

"The table does that automatically. Saves me time doing it myself." Wakeeda shrugged, moving over to him.

The witch doctor climb onto the table and swung her leg over his face. Her rear hole gently pressed against his mouth. He breathed in her scent (it reminded him of a certain flower from Valador) but suddenly felt something cold wrap around his cock and it went completely limp. Adol realized with a shock that Wakeeda had just put a chastity cage on his member.
"What the he-" but Wakeeda's ass covered his mouth and the rest of the word was muffled.

"I told you: you need to learn restraint, Your Lustfulness. This will help you." Wakeeda stated matter-of-factly. "Now, start licking."

With a sense of reluctance (licking a beautiful witch's rear hole didn't end well for him last time), Adol allowed his tongue to wash over Wakeeda's starfish. She let out a sigh of relaxation and Adol seriously hoped she wasn't about to fart. That said, whether he'd rather live with the curse or taste her gas, he didn't know.

The prince licked her hole again and she shuddered very slightly. He began to run his tongue around the opening, meeting each of the creases. Wakeeda pushed more of herself onto his face, and his tongue pushed inside her for a second. She jumped in surprise at the sensation, which Adol was grateful for-he was able to breathe for a second.

"Breathe through your nose." She told him, settling back onto his face.

He took a deep breath through his nose, and Wakeeda's scent filled his nostrils. His senses. His mind. His cock pushed painfully against the cage, but his tongue continued to circle Wakeeda's tight aperture. He began to lick faster, the scent and taste of her sweat driving him. Her hand shot downwards and the rapid squelching sounds told Adol she was masturbating furiously.

The prince changed his direction and began licking Wakeeda's hole counter-clockwise. This came as a minor shock to the recipient, who stopped pleasuring herself for a second before reverting back to her vigourous action. He paused for a second to push his tongue inside her, prompting a soft "Ah-!" from her. He slipped it in was far as he could before drawing it out and caressing the outside again.

The witch doctor began shaking as the prince circled her puckered entrance more forcefully-pushing against it with his tongue. She began to grind her ass on his mouth, his tongue pushing inside a little bit with each movement. Adol kept his pattern up-licking around the outside of her sphincter, faster and faster until-"MMMMMM!" she'd bitten her lip to stop her announcing her orgasm, but she couldn't stop herself shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

After a few seconds, Wakeeda got off the table aquiver and Adol followed her. She took a potion off the shelf, pulled the cork out and drank deeply. After a second or 5, she stopped shaking and her eyes came into focus. Her gaze turned to the prince.

"Okay, now are you going to remove the curse? And the cage?" Adol asked, eager for his cock to be free again.

"Hmm... No." Wakeeda bluntly told him. "There's one more thing you need to do first."

"What?" Adol asked, an eyebrow raised.

Wakeeda smirked. "Find your way back."

Before he could question her, she threw an orb of blue light at the prince's feet and a second later he felt himself fall through a vortex of purple, blue and white light. He didn't know how far or for how long he fell, but he looked down to see a portal he knew he was going to fall through. He braced for the impact and felt himself land on hard ground, the pain shooting through him.

He struggled to his feet and looked around to see he was in a city square. A breeze against his member made him look down in horror. He was still naked. Not only that, he still had the chastity cage on. 

People were already beginning to notice the stark-naked prince in the square. A young orc woman nudged her human companion and pointed at him. From her face, she was desperately struggling to hold in laughter. Noticing everyone had almost the exact same expression as her, Adol spotted a nearby alley and darted into it, only to emerge into a street full of people.

The townsfolk, the shopkeepers, even the city guard laughed at him as he stumbled his way around the foreign city. This was humiliating. Degrading. He had no idea where he was going, and he was far too embarrassed to ask anyone for directions. He paused in another alley to get his bearings, and felt a firm hand grab his asscheek. 

He wheeled around and the orc woman from earlier pushed her ample tits against him and his back met the wall as their lips and tongues met. After a second or two, he struggled against her grip and managed to push her away. She got in close, smiled cheekily and asked "What, don't like women who can kick your ass?" 

Adol pushed against her again, desperate to get away. She gripped his wrist, pulled him close and whispered in his ear "You're going in the wrong direction anyway. Her swamp is Northeast. You're heading straight South." She pecked him on the cheek, turned around and gave a short wave as she headed back to the square. 

How did she know?

Adol chose to follow her direction, even if it meant heading back into the crowds. He tried to cover up as best he could but there was little point. The cage around his member was digging in slightly now. A chuckling guard handed him a compass and gave him the same advice the orc did: head Northeast.

Adol thanked the guard and followed the compass. It lead him into a bazaar full of people, and he tried to hide his rapidly blushing face. Of course, that just attracted even more attention to him.

"Wakeeda?" a blacksmith's shopkeeper asked him, smiling widely.

That was three people who knew. Realization hit the prince like a brick. "This... This isn't the first time she's done this, is it?" The prince asked, shocked.

A wave of laughter overcame almost everyone nearby. One of the guards controlled his laughter enough to say "Friend, she's pulled that trick on everyone from a cuckolding farmer's wife to a King. We're not laughing because you're naked-we're laughing because we know how it happened. She's never involved a cock cage before now, though. She must really hate you. Or really like you. Only Gods know what goes on in that woman's head."

So she'd pulled this trick on an Asmanan King too? She clearly had even less respect for royalty than he thought. Adol was disliking the witch doctor more and more by the second. 

The townsfolk were sympathetic despite their laughter, and within ten minutes he'd found his way out of the city. As Adol exited the main gate, he wondered if he'd do the same if the roles were reversed. Of course he would. He was a good man at heart. He wouldn't just laugh and let them suffer like that. Especially not now he knew how it felt to be so humiliated.

Adol luckily didn't come across anyone during the walk down the stone path leading through the hold. He didn't want to divert from the track, but knew he'd eventually have to. That eventually came far too soon for the prince's liking as a faded sign saying "Spirit's Swamp" led him off the path and into the bog.

Adol pushed onwards through the mud and filthy water. It occurred to him that he had no idea where he was going, and this swamp was huge. He'd only found it the first time because he'd marked trees with an "A" to let him know when he was going in circles. He had nothing to mark the trees with this time. 

As he reached a hard part of ground, he stopped to check his compass but it was broken. Instead of north, it pointed directly east. He walked a bit further north and the compass began to slowly point southeast. The arrow pointed towards the witch doctor's abode; this, he knew. Happy to have a bearing, he followed the direction the arrow pointed.

The swamp was disgusting, and everything below his thighs became covered in mud and grass as he struggled to continue, foot by foot. If Wakeeda refused to undo the curse and cage after this, she was going to regret it. He wasn't as mad as he wanted to be, though: he knew it was the witch doctor who was guiding him via the compass.

After an uncountable number of minutes, the sight of Wakeeda's huge shack finally hoved into view through the mist. The view filled the prince with renewed vigour and he suddenly found pushing through the mud a lot easier. He fell against the door and wrenched it open, anger filling him.

"Ah, you made it back." The witch doctor observed.

"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?! You...! You..." The prince was furious, and he nearly reached for his thunder sword.

"For a man with a dirty words curse on him, I'd think you'd have more to say." Wakeeda chuckled. "Calm down; I've had my fun now. Lay on the table again and I'll take the curse and cage off. I'll even clean the muck off."

"Just what is your problem with royalty anyway?" Adol asked her.

"What gave you the idea I hate royalty? I already told you I don't." She raised an eyebrow.

Adol pointed towards Lapvale City "The folk in the city told me you've done that to a King!"

"Everyone I pull that trick on is either unfaithful or prideful in some way." Wakeeda told him seriously. "The spirits and I couldn't care less about his status as King. We saw nothing but an adulterer who needs to be taught a lesson. Now lay on the table and I'll do what you came here for."

Adol just wanted to leave, so he tightened his throat to stop himself from arguing further and laid on the table. With a wave of her hand, Wakeeda wiped all of the mud and dirt from him. Another wave and the cock cage was gone. Then she grabbed his throat.

"Breathe through your nose. This is going to burn like fire." she advised him, closing her eyes. He started breathing through his nose and she began to repeat a chant "Adole bitque in maledictae verba." slowly; carefully. Adol felt heat slowly rising in his throat with each repeat of the words, then suddenly, at Wakeeda's word "Nunc.", his throat was alight. He tried to scream but his voice was silent, his eyes shut tightly as he willed himself to push through the fire and the agony. He didn't know how much more he could take.

Wakeeda's hand lifted from his neck, but his throat was still burning. He heard her rushing to the potion shelves. He quickly heard her returning and sat up in expectation. Instead of pouring the drink into his mouth though, she poured it onto his throat. Instantly, the fire and the pain were gone.

"Did it work?" The prince asked, in a slightly lower tone than his voice carried.

"I don't know, I've never done that before. Ow..." Wakeeda admitted, now pouring the potion onto her blistered right hand. "Try it. Say something nice to me."

"Um... You're a very beautiful woman?" As he finished the sentence he'd started, the prince's eyes lit up. "Your divine face is something the gods themselves are proud of?" Another one. Could it really be? "Your body is no less than a temple dedicated to their expert craftwork!" It worked! It was gone! At long last, he was rid of the curse! "You have so many of my thanks! I could kiss you!"

"Please don't." But Wakeeda couldn't stop herself smiling. "I'm damn glad that worked-I was worried I'd melt my hand if I did it a second time."

"Don't your spirits or whatever protect you from that?" Adol asked, curious.

"I wasn't channeling the spirits to do that. I was channeling the same kind of arcane magic wizards and mages use. That's why I came so close to messing it up. Woah, wait a second." Wakeeda told him as he began to sit up. She clambered onto the table. "I need to do a short test. Just stay still." 

Wakeeda placed a foot either side of the prince's head began to finger herself rapidly. From his point of view, he had a perfect eyeshot of her fingers pushing into her wetness, the middle and forefingers stretching her lips apart. He found himself wishing she would place that sweet opening on his mouth. He could lick her to countless orgasms, just like the one she had while he ate her rear...

"Well, well. Congratulations. You pass the test." Wakeeda stopped fingering herself. She wore a wider smile now.

The prince was confused. "What? What test?"

"Instead of jumping to thoughts about your pleasure, you thought about mine first." The witch doctor seemed happy with this result as she got off the table. She began checking off her fingers "So; curse undone, chastity cage lifted, and life lesson taught. Yep, we're done. You can go now, Adol."

Something stirred in the prince. This witch doctor had just removed this curse and taught him a valuable lesson. And she was okay with getting no reward for that?

"Wakeeda?" Adol asked tentatively. His inner voice was chanting "Don't mess it up."

"Hm?"

"I know you told me not to kiss you, but..." he took a deep breath and steadied himself "What about on your... other lips?"

The witch doctor wheeled around quite quickly. Her eyes displayed shock as they met his. "You're serious?" she asked.

"Well... yes." the prince answered "The only other thing I can offer for your help is coin from my land, and I doubt you have much use for that."

Wakeeda smiled understandingly. "You're not obligated to give me a reward, y'know."

"Then thank of it as a think you. No, wait..." Adol sighed as he realized his verbal screw up.

"So even without the curse you mix words up?" Wakeeda told him, smiling in amusement. "Very well. But you don't touch your cock. Let's see how your restraint holds up on it's own."
Even now, she was trying to help him control himself. He nodded in answer and she lay down on the table, legs spread apart. Her glistening pussy looked so tempting.

Adol got in front of her on all fours and bent his head low. Figuring that he wouldn't be able to get comfortable, he shifted his legs to the side and lay on his waist. He bent towards Wakeeda's nethers and kissed her lips with his own. She was already leaking in anticipation, or perhaps from his earlier treatment of her rear.

His tongue spread over the area and he found that the water from Wakeeda's well tasted amazing. It was sweet, yet piquant enough to make his tongue tingle slightly. He gave her nethers a longer lick and she shuddered in pleasure. He began to construct a rhythm of long licks across the length of her groove.

Adol found himself easing up as he licked Wakeeda. Her contented sighs each time his tongue washed over her opening. The sweet taste of her juice. The scent of her opening. It was all so intoxicating. Adol began to lick her faster, his tongue reaching every inch of her outer nethers. He pushed his tongue into her wetness and she let out a soft moan.

Without a warning, the witch doctor grabbed a handful of the prince's hair and pulled his mouth into her slit. In answer, he licked her opening deeper, pushing his tongue inside as far as it would go. His cock stretched painfully, aching, but he disregarded it. Restraint. This wasn't about him.

Adol's tongue darted across the witch doctor's well, exploring every inch it could. He made sure to push his tongue inside her every few seconds, though. Meanwhile, the prince's fingers acted on their own: spreading her lips apart to allow his tongue further access into her nethers. 

He brushed against her bead and she jerked slightly. He smiled to himself: so that was her sweet spot. He moved slightly upwards and his tongue washed over her bead again. He began to slowly massage the witch doctor's bead with his tongue, delighting in her frequent jerks, for they-along with her soft moans-told her how well he was doing. Almost without thinking, his index and forefingers worked their way inside her honey pot and began to push in and out in the same rhythm with which the prince licked her bean.

Wakeeda bit her lip and was squeezing her tit with the hand not gripping the prince's hair. Her toes were curled and her legs were too weak to stay upright-she'd placed her feet on the table. Adol fingered her faster, drawing back his tongue and sucking on her bead. The sounds of Adol's fingers thrusting into her wetness was all that was heard throughout the room. 

Until Wakeeda's restraint snapped. "Ah-AH! AAH! CU-MMING!"

The prince pressed his mouth to Wakeeda's entrance as she squirted. Her sweet juices splashed all over his mouth's insides, filling both his taste and smell senses with the aroma. After the first,  she let loose another torrent of squirt into his mouth and flopped onto the table.

She let out a sigh of satisfaction as he swallowed her sweet squirt. "Thanks, Prince Adol. I needed that."

"I thought you didn't like royal titles." The prince enquired.

"That only applies to people who I don't respect." she smiled back at him and his heart felt a little lighter. "Can you get me a stamina potion? They're light green and have Stmn written on them."

He grabbed one of the bottles holding light green liquid from the shelves and handed it to her. She popped the top and drank it in one fell swoop. She let out a long sigh as her breath returned to her.

"As much as I'd like you to do that again, haven't you got a princess to find?" Wakeeda teased.

The prince started again. Adol had almost forgotten Ilyse in the midst of the humiliation. "Oh crap! Thanks for reminding me." He hastily pulled his armour back on and grabbed his thunder sword. It felt different somehow-like it was more powerful.

Wakeeda noticed his look of confusion. "Oh, I added an enchantment while you were finding your way back. The more pain you're in during a fight, the more powerful the blade becomes. It won't make much difference against regular enemies, but it might be enough to tip the balance against stronger foes."

"Oh. Thank you." Adol smiled at her, sheathing the sword and walking to the door.

"You already did." she answered as he opened the door. "Just make sure you're more polite to women from now. If you come back here with another curse on you, you *really* won't like what I'll do to you." She told him, standing up and moving back to the counter.

"I'll take it under advisement." Adol joked, stepping through the door and closing it. Despite the lesson he'd been taught that day, he couldn't stop himself taking one last look at her rump before the door shut.