Chapter 0 - Witch Doctor

Through the thick mist of the swamp a silhouette could be seen. Hunched over, sneaking through. A large quiver rested on it's back and an oak bow was carried in it's hand, an arrow already nocked. It paused for a second and lifted down it's hood, revealing a 37-year old human man with a lack of hair and light-grey eyes that looked over the environment like a hawk. His light-brown skin contrasted the white mist. Virgil Umbroa stood still, listening for any sounds not made by animals.

Virgil had been sent here to kill a witch. The council of Lapvale themselves had sent out the bounty, but nobody except Virgil had taken the job. The witch in question was both hated and feared, but she usually kept to herself so she was left alone. Lately however, there had been huge fires in the swamp, and a few days beforehand, a spirit giant had been summoned directly in the centre of Lapvale. Only dark mages knew the magic to summon spirits, so the council had decided that enough was enough.

Virgil crept silently through the swamp, making sure not to step on any twigs or such. His only advantage against this witch was that she wasn't expecting him. He'd prefer not to squander it. He wasn't used to fighting magic-users in any case. Very few mages remained in Asmana. Those who did were always either studying or practicing spells. There weren't even that many mage fighters left in Agliophilia.

The mist next to him suddenly seemed to shift. It swirled and coalesced into a mouth. A deep but female voice spoke through it: "I know you're out here, archer. There's no point trying to surprise me. Either come directly to my door or leave." The mist swirled again and took the shape of an arrow, pointing to what Virgil knew was the witch's door.

"Well, so much for surprising her." Virgil muttered under his breath. He stood up and walked forwards through the mist, following the arrow that led him.

Soon a large wooden shack hoved into view. It was the size of a mead hall, but had only one floor. It looked stable enough, but there was still something about it that looked unsafe. There were holes cut into the wood instead of windows, and Virgil could see the flickering light of candles through them. Virgil walked to the door and pushed it open with a loud creak.

He spotted the witch instantly. To his surprise, she had white skin; he was expecting somebody of similar colour to himself. She had dark brown hair that flowed down her back and wore very little clothing, if you could call it that. Nothing covered her chest save for a string necklace with various small jars hanging from it. For her bottom half she merely wore a long loincloth. However, her body was adorned with bracelets and jewelry.

Without looking over at him, she announced "So, you took the first option. Are you here to kill me? Because that's not going to work for either of us."

"That's what I'm being paid to do, yes." Virgil answered, he gripped his bow a little tighter but didn't draw back the arrow. "But I'll admit I'm a little curious as to why you raised a giant spirit in the middle of Lapvale that just disappeared without doing any real damage. Were you trying to scare people for a laugh?"

She scoffed. "That was done with a potion. A stranger came to me and said he needed a distraction for something. He paid my dues"-she pointed to a gold anklet she wore-"and collected the ingredients. I merely brew my potions. What people do with them is none of my concern. Not too dissimilar from alchemists." She added, as an afterthought.

Virgil pondered for a moment, but before he could open his mouth the witch asked "Can you feel something odd? It's like..." her eyes became wide for a moment before anger filled her face "Oh, for the spirit's sake!" She moved to a window on the south side of the house. Virgil looked and saw a huge cloud of smoke. Someone had started a fire.

"Wait, that's not you doing that?" Virgil asked.

The witch was already moving to the door. "No. It's my former lover. Stay here, and don't touch any of the bottles." she told him firmly before slamming the door.

Virgil looked over and saw a large figure among the quickly-spreading fire. He closed his left eye and leaned out of the window slightly. A fire troll hoved into view. Virgil was surprised, but he wasn't sure why. Plenty of people had been lovers with all sorts of weird races. Virgil himself had once had a short affair with a centaur.

"Nyajinga!" the witch screamed as she ran towards him.

The troll turned around and immediately threw a war axe at the witch. She expertly dodged it and sent a wave of mist towards him that pushed him into a tree with force. He ran at her, ducked under her next spell and swung with the axe in his other hand. The witch sidestepped the swing and kicked him in the back of the leg. She grabbed his face and channeled some sort of magic that made him scream in agony. When he pushed her off Virgil saw half of his face was covered in ice.

The troll aimed a blow at the witch's face and barely missed. He swung a second time and the witch only just dodged in time. She blasted him with frost magic but it didn't even seem to slow him down. The troll threw a ball of fire magic at her and it hit her directly in the face. He took his chance and threw his axe lower, and it hit it's mark: the witch's leg.

The witch was down, and the way she was holding her leg made it clear she wasn't getting back up. The troll wrenched his axe out of the ground and walked towards her, ready to deliver the final blow. He didn't even stop to gloat, as most trolls did.

Heart beating faster than a tiger during a chase, Virgil nocked an arrow, drew back his bow and aimed carefully, closing his left eye again so as to see better. He quickly picked his spot to shoot. He whispered a few chosen words before releasing the arrow: "Burn down this, shortlove."

The arrow flew through the air as if slowed down. It hit the troll in the back and he recoiled in pain, shrieking. The witch seized her chance and swept his legs with a spell, grabbing the troll's dropped axe and scrambling to him before lifting it up and bringing it crashing down into his face. Virgil was only thankful that he wasn't close enough to see the details as she repeatedly lifted the axe and brought it crashing back down, punctuating every blow with a curse.

She walked back to the house with surprising vigour. When she entered, Virgil saw her chest and belly were splattered with blood. She went to an iron bucket and tipped the contents over herself. Instantly, the blood washed off of her and she even seemed to regain a bit of breath back. "So, what is the name of the man I owe thanks to?" she asked.

"Virgil." the archer answered. "Virgil Umbroa. What about the witch who's thanking me?"

"Wakeeda. Not my birth name, but I prefer it." she replied. She took a bottle off of a shelf with a large glass. "A celebratory drink? It's just blackberry cider mixed with apple water."

Virgil smiled and waved her offer aside. "I'll pass. I'll treat myself to a mug of mead when I get back to Lapvale."

"Very well. What are you going to do now? I doubt you'll just kill me." Wakeeda asked, pouring the cider into the glass.

Virgil smirked. "No, I'll just tell them the truth: that the fires were the cause of a vengeful troll, and that the spirit concoction was stolen by a thief."

Wakeeda smiled. "Then I suppose I'll have to offer more than a drink of thanks." she murmured to herself. The witch doctor drank the glass of cider in one drink.

"What do you mean?" Virgil asked, although he already knew the answer. Before he could react, Wakeeda had sidled over to him and gently pushed him to the wall, her breasts pressing into his torso and her leg against his lower body.

Her voice came as a sultry hiss in his ear. "Tell me, archer...what fantasies do you have? With my potions and poisons, I can make any fantasy a reality." Virgil opened his mouth to speak but she pressed her finger to his lips. "Hush. Don't tell me with words. Close your eyes and let your spirit speak for your body..."

Wakeeda's hand rested against Virgil's cheek as his eyes closed and his mind was pulled backwards, through his memories: He saw The Warzone. The sand, the nightly storms, the sky always painted as red as the blood on the ground. His friends and family dying one after one, him unable to save them every time. His mother's final whisper to him, "Remember Virgil; your mother will always be with you." and the sight of the ungodly arrow piercing her throat.

Wakeeda's hand drew away faster than blinking. Virgil's eyes flew open to find her own eyes quickly searching his face. Her voice was slightly shaky as she spoke "By the spirits...You poor unfortunate man..."

Virgil took her wrist and rested his cheek on her hand again. "Keep looking. I don't want what I was to be who I am." He closed his eyes again.

He heard the witch doctor gulp and knew that she had nodded in agreement. The next few moments went by slower: 

He saw himself fighting in Agliophilia against a female goblin who used storm magic. She was both powerful and hard to hit, and even his hawk-like aim failed him. He found himself beaten, but the scene changed into the two inside a bed. The goblin perched on top of his face, grinding herself on it before the scene jumped forwards to her riding his cock instead. He could see the small bulge it made as she rode them both to a mutual climax. As he came inside her, Virgil's cum forced the little goblin's stomach to bulge out even more. She merely patted it gently and joked that he'd made her pregnant already. Virgil suddenly remembered this: it was a fond memory he had, although he had since forgotten the goblin's name.

Like the mist of the swamp, the scene shifted. Now Virgil saw himself in the midst of another fight, this one in a fort prison of some kind. He blocked the strike of a sword with his bow and kicked his opponent in the foot before nocking an arrow and releasing it, point blank, into his opponent's face. He turned and saw a young elf woman gasp with joy and run over to hug him tightly. He returned the hug and escorted her out of the fort they were in, the elf pledging her body to him for the night as reward. His heart stirred uncomfortably in answer. 

Behind the dream he was sure he heard Wakeeda say "Huh. That's interesting."

His vision shifted one more time to himself drinking a large mug of mead alone, an orc woman walked over to him and offered to drink with him. The scene swirled into the two of them wrestling over a bottle of wine, only for the orc woman to win by kissing him on the lips by surprise. The scene changed again, to Virgil and the orc in bed together, post-climax. Virgil was gently sucking on her nipple, with the orc stroking his hair, enjoying the sensation.

Virgil found that he was sucking Wakeeda's thumb as he was brought back to the present. He didn't stop, however-his sucks became longer, more intense. Wakeeda drew her thumb out and took his hand. She led him over to the bed and gently pushed him onto it. He heard the clatter of bottles and the witch doctor murmuring things such as "Where is it? I know I left it on this shelf here." for a minute or so.

Wakeeda's hand pressed lightly against his chest and a bottle presented itself to his lips. "Drink." she whispered tenderly.

He allowed the potion to part his lips and wash into his stomach. It tasted strange; it reminded him of vanilla, but there was a taste of mint in there as well. However, he felt no different however many seconds passed. He heard gulping and knew that Wakeeda had drunk a potion as well.

He heard Wakeeda say "You can open your eyes now." and did so.

Wakeeda's breasts, already rather large, had swelled in size. She had to lift them up by crossing her arms under them so they didn't force her over. Without a word, she clambered on top of him and presented an udder to his mouth. He suckled on her nipple and, to his surprise, the unmistakable taste of honey met his tongue. He squeezed her other boob and the golden sweetness leaked out steadily. She took his hand and gently sucked the honey off of his fingers as he massaged her nipple with his tongue.

Virgil was getting harder by the second, and he only just noticed that his balls felt slightly heavier than normal. Wakeeda reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his cock, gently rubbing the tip with the thumb. He jerked slightly at the feeling: he was much more sensitive than usual. His precum was already leaking out at a surprising pace, something Wakeeda smiled upon noticing. She gently pulled his mouth away from her breast and pushed him onto his back.

Her hand rubbed his cock a little more, although it was as hard as it was going to get. She placed the tip at her entrance and prodded a few times, taking a little bit of the tip each prod. Virgil knew why: because he was so sensitive (he guessed from the potion) she didn't want to cause him any untoward pain. He whispered to her "Don't worry about being gentle. My body is yours as much as yours is mine."

At his words, Wakeeda sank down onto his cock, her pussy leaking onto it with every inch that entered. Her pussy seemed to tighten around every inch, and it took some restraint to keep Virgil from cumming there and then. There was so much precum leaking from his cock, he wasn't sure if he already had done.

Wakeeda began riding Virgil, her movements slow but deep. Her pussy was as tight as a virgin's, and Virgil's precum combined with her own juices ensured that each entry was slick and smooth. Wakeeda started pushing down fully, taking Virgil's cock to the hilt. Virgil began thrusting back in the same slow rhythm, but Wakeeda pushed his waist down and whispered "Just relax. After that fight, I've got a lot of energy to burn off." before smiling, almost mischievously.

The witch placed both hands on Virgil's chest and became rougher: slamming down hard onto his meat. Her pussy seemed to tighten around his cock, milking it. He lifted a hand up but she pinned it down, riding him faster, her eyes full of what looked like hunger. Her body slammed onto him with impunity, but there was too much pleasure to feel pain anymore, and Virgil knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Before he could even warn Wakeeda, he came inside, shooting a huge amount of cum into the witch's tightness. He shot a second load inside and some of the cum was pushed out, her pussy too full to hold anymore. Virgil pulled out and came a third time, all over both of their bodies. She smiled and fell onto his side, licking some of the cum off of her fingers.

Virgil was drained. Even his balls felt completely emptied. He merely lay down on the bed and breathed heavily. "Well...that was...something else." he gasped, turning to Wakeeda. 

"Agreed...I'm impressed. I didn't even...have to give you a...stamina potion." Wakeeda breathed back, although she didn't look as drained as him. "Sorry if...I went a little...crazy...at the end." She rolled over onto him and embraced his torso. She sighed contentedly to herself "Oh, I've missed this...so much..." before she drifted off into dreams, Virgil's cum still steadily leaking from her pussy.

Virgil couldn't deny it: he'd missed this too. He hadn't felt the warm embrace of a lover for years. He wrapped his arms around Wakeeda and squeezed her gently, slowly falling into dreams much more pleasant than his memories. He could only smile as they played in front of his eyes. For the first time since he escaped the Warzone, he was content to just be where he was.