Witchy Ways - Part 1 (Patreon)

• Commissioned by superblue

You may be familiar with the great hero known as Alf… you have perchance heard tale of his slaying of the Devil, and saving many an innocent from the clutches of the various beasts and ne’er-do-wells that plagued the region in which he lived. 

You also may be familiar with how his legend came to end at the hands, feet, and many other body parts of various, bizarrely powerful women… the beginning of women’s rule over our planet. For you see, Alf was the last legendary male warrior before the entire gender fell victim to the mysterious rise in strength within the female population that still to this day leads to women the world over being born far superior physically in every conceivable way to their male counterparts; including being much more shapely and well-endowed than they used to be, for whatever reason...

Long, long before our modern age, where members of the UFG roster blow the minds of audiences on a daily basis, there were forebearers, the first generation of a new breed that arose slowly, yet explosively. And it was just Alf’s bad luck that they happened to emerge at the peak of his campaign…

The story you are about to hear is of arguably the strongest of his feminine opponents, and depending on who you ask, the ‘cutest’ among them as well… a battle in which his survival was predicated only on the usefulness his magically-charged body served to her. 

His battle against the infamous scantily-clad, man-draining witch, Selunelia.

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Our story begins on a night like any other, a clear sky overheard as Alf, clad in his stainless steel armor and dark green under clothes, his iconic sword sheathed at his hip. A grim look of determination seem to grace his face, though his eyes were as unreadable as ever. 

He watched the mansion before him… towering and fanciful, it’s windows brimming with a curious blue light. The place was once owned by a second-born prince, who had it built for him to spend his days until it was his time to take over the kingdom that his family ruled. It was rumored that he was devising a means of killing his father and brother to hasten his way to the throne, and was dabbling in magic to find a method that would not officially link him to their deaths.

Alf himself monitored this situation until one day, the prince seemed to disappear from society… and when a legion of guards were sent to check his house, none of them had returned either. This set off many a red flag for our intrepid hero, but what truly drew his attention was when men in the nearby village were found to be ‘drained’... their bodies withered away until they resembled hollowed out husks. The few that could speak seemed to be reduced to only saying a handful of words… most of them strangely lewd.

But among those words were ‘Selunelia’, and ‘witch’...

While they themselves seemed, oddly content with their plight, it was obvious what had befallen them. A witch had not only drained their lifeforce but seemed to put an enchantment on them that made them enjoy what happened to them. A truly devious action, one that Alf would not let stand.

And as he kept his eye on the building, he braced for action when he saw the door begin to open… but what came out was not a witch, but a man staggering through the doorway. He fell to the stone porch, collapsing facefirst against the gravel. He seemed to be wearing a guard outfit that was a few sizes too big for him and even from a distance it was clear he was haggered as all get out. 

Alf rushed over and knelt by his side. “Sir! Sir, are you alright?!”

He gently pushed him over onto his back, and tried not to look horrified by the shriveled up, hollow looking man that was now looking up at him, a huge smile on his unnaturally wrinkly face. 

“What… what happened to you…?” he asked. “Who did this? How did they do this…?”

The beleaguered man reached up and cupped Alf’s face, letting him feel how frail his shaking hand felt. He struggled to raise his head up, and it seemed to pain him to even speak as he forced out what may have been his final words…

“...Ass...”

“...I, I beg your pardon, sir?” the confused hero stuttered.

“...Assssss... and…. tittiiiiieesss...” the desecrated man meekly groaned, before his body went limp. He was still smiling even as he fell unconscious.

After a lengthy pause, Alf stood up. “...I see that your mind too, is gone. I, certainly hope those aren’t your last words, sir… but I shall avenge you nonetheless.”

He peeked inside the mansion, which seemed oddly dark for how lit the windows appeared to be. Small pots were strewn in front of every window and elsewhere on the walls and floors of the halls, billowing unnaturally colored fires that seemed to do a very poor job of illuminating the building.

Trekking fearlessly into the shadows, he felt his way along the walls and eyed the strewn about clothes that seemed to be littered throughout the floor… a few still had withered remains, skin and bones, inside. 

Finally he found his way to a massive door, unnecessarily tall, made of white marble and sturdy as could be with huge iron handles. From his experience he could recognize a door like that when he saw it… it was the door to an unrelentingly hard boss battle.

Without a second’s hesitation, he shoulder checked his way in, barreling the door open and came into the room with his sword drawn. “Selunelia! I have come for you!” he cried.

He yelled out for her before he even saw her silhouette, standing before a huge cauldron in a room full of them, each of them spewing a technicolor flame. The one she stood in front of was in the very center, the largest of them all, purple fire emanating from it.

As she turned around, the purple flame grew to a massive wall, a twirling tornado inferno that served to illuminate the witch in all her glory. She stood in long purple robe that covered her whole body aside from her head and hands. Her lavender hair flowed past her shoulders, her yellow eyes glimmering faintly in the darkness, a large purple, slightly translucent witch’s hat adorning her head. And an innocent smile growing on her beautiful face...

“Hello there Alfie… glad to finally meet you~♥” came her deceivingly sweet voice.

“You know of me, foul witch?!” he hissed.

She recoiled, holding her chest as if she’d been stabbed in the heart. “Ohhh… no need to be so hurtful...” she replied, her smile swiftly returning. “But yes, of course, I know of you… the great hero that felled Satan himself...”

“The same fate that shall befall you.” he declared. “You will pay for what you have done to those innocent men… draining them of their lifeforce so that you may become stronger! Such callous evil will be punished!”

“Ohohohoh… listen to you. You sound so serious! How can you live that way~?” she giggled. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything so wrong… they certainly seemed happy when I was through with them. And while it’s true they did nothing wrong… hmhmhm, I hardly think ‘innocent’ is the right word to describe them…”

“Your enchantment may keep them from cursing your name, but it won’t clear it!” Alf yelled, as he he charged and combat rolled within her vague vicinity. “Now enough talk, have at you!”

“Hah! Oh my, I really just can’t get over how you speak...” she chuckled. “I’m sure you’d love nothing than to have at me~”

With a deft lunge, Alf sought to slash straight through her chest with his sword. And for a moment, it seemed he’d succeeded in impaling her, a terrified look on her face as she jerked backward, the blade sinking into her heart… but then her body seemed to evaporate into the ether, leaving only the robe stabbed onto the hero’s legendary blade.

“Hmph… an afterimage...” he grumbled as he pulled the fabric from his sword, having clearly seen this trick before. He scanned around, shouting, “Where have you hidden, she-devil?!”

“My my… such a mean thing to call such a sweet little thing...” her voice echoed from the abyss. He remained alert as he tried to track it, but it seemed like it was coming from everywhere... 

Trying to goad her into giving herself away, the hero yelled out, “Selunelia! I know your name as well! You’re a renowned mage… but you were thought to be benevolent until a short time ago. Why? Why have you turned to this darkness? Why now, would you become such a plague on our world?!”

“Why indeed… hmhmhm… yannowwwww, it’s true. I didn’t use to have to drain human beings to maintain my powers and further my research...” she monologued. “I used to be able to get by sapping the demon spawns that once endlessly arose from the nether and roamed our fair countryside… that is until SOMEBODY killed their creator… and slowly but surely, their like died out.”

Thinking he’d got a bead on her, he turned towards the large cauldron and stepped hesitantly closer. The witch went on, “So you could say this is really all your fault… hmph. All I can say is, I’m glad you came, Alfie...”

He stopped in his tracks as he felt a hand running up his chest. The witch whispered seductively into his ear as she stood behind him, “...because I’ve been dying to… discuss this with you...”

Alf jumped away from her grasp, turning on a dime to face her. He gasped at the sight… without her robe, her attire was… revealing… shockingly so. She was garbed in what was essentially a see-thru purple negligee, showing off a pair of black lacey bra and panties underneath. And they seemed hardly designed to cover anything themselves, resembling thin black vines that just happened to barely conceal her nipples and crotch.

This all served to highlight how ridiculously curvaceous she was, with lengthy legs leading to large round hips, and enormous, bouncing breasts that were made to look all the larger by her otherwise slender body. From but a glimpse, the hero felt a stir… and it was enough to distract him momentarily from the fact that she also now wielded a dark iron staff with a faintly glimmering orb at the top.

“So again… nice to meet you.” she cooed, as the orb shimmered with a brilliant light. “Now give me your mana! It’s your turn to be drained!”

That next moment, the hero found himself levitated off the floor as a matching aura surrounded him. He pushed and pulled, but his body was forced up into the air… and for a moment, dangled precariously above the large fire. He could already feel it’s heat.

“Don’t worry… I’ll fish you out before it kills you.” she assured him with her sickeningly sweet tone. “Just need to cook you a l’il before I eat you up~”

With a wave of her staff, the aura dispersed, and the hero began to fall. Whirling to face the scorching flame, Alf held out his sword, and it began to emit a light of it’s own, a faint cyan hue… a small blue beam shot into the heart of the fire, and bizarre as it is to say, the flame itself turned to ice along with the cauldron. He made sure to land shoulderfirst as he crashed into the solid frost of his own design.

“Hmm… you do indeed have tricks of your own up your sleeve...” Selunelia marveled, as she watched him stand amongst the cold. Her grin turned mischievous as she added, “And maybe a few more who-knows-where as well~”

“Begone...” he growled, as he leapt from the now chilly cauldron and towards the witch, a downward strike of his blade aiming to slice her in half. 

Casually, she stepped back to avoid it, but Alf seemed to see this coming. He turned as he landed, his back to her. Twirling the sword around, he thrust it out behind him, the sharp point of the blade hurtling towards her face. This took her off-guard a bit; in a small panic she waved her staff, creating a force field around herself just before the sword pierced her desirable flesh.

The hero’s blade bounced off and he was sent reeling, though he stood firm, keeping his feet bolted to the ground even as he slid from the force. He collided with the ice of his own creation, and with his back to the cold he thrust his sword forward once more. This time it glowed an orange hue as it sent forth a curious beam of light… 

Selunelia reinforced her barrier as the cone-shaped ray engulfed it, but gasped as she found it had disappeared around her. “What…?” she asked, stunned.

This moment of pause cost her, as he took that moment to charge, and with a deft stroke of his blade, he struck the staff that she carried from her hand, and knocked it right out of her grasp. “N-No!” she groaned as she watched it sail away from her and into the darkness.

“You’re powerless now that I’ve relieved you of your magic... ” Alf declared, gearing up for another swipe. “And this next one will relieve you of your head!”

A sideways thrust of his sword indeed aimed right for the witch’s neck. But again showing off her speed, she managed to duck under this and roll to gain some distance. Not to be deterred, and still believing he held the advantage, he leapt towards her for another downward thrust. To this, she merely held out her hand… a mischievous smile again forming on her pretty face. In her bare hand, the staff appeared out of nowhere… magically materializing in her grasp.

By the time Alf noticed this, she’d already positioned her staff so as to block his attack, the blade striking the steel rod of her staff with great force, a loud echoing ‘ping’ resounding through the halls of the repurposed mansion.

She pushed his sword away, but he was quick to swing again, meeting her attempted parry head-on. She smiled as the two came face-to-face, their weapons entwined. He tried to ignore how endearing her wink seemed as she commended him, “Not bad… you know how to use that bad boy pretty well! But sadly… this isn’t a sword, sweetie~”

The orb atop her staff began to glow with a brown energy… the witch swiftly pulled her staff away and rammed the bottom of it against the floor, creating a shockwave that forced the hero to stagger backwards. With a dramatic twirl, she pointed the staff Alf’s way and it glowed red for a brief moment, before casting a large fireball towards him. 

But despite her confidence in launching this attack, he stood firm, fearless, his sword held out before him. It again glowed with a dim orange light, and cast out another ray… when the fire touched the light, it disappeared, like a candle that’d been blown out.

“Hmmm… I see. So you can negate magic...” she reasoned. “That explains how an ordinary man such as yourself could take down the devil… what a wonderful skill. And I suppose you think that makes me an easy opponent to deal with...”

To Alf’s shock, this time she threw away her staff on her own accord, and it evaporated into the darkness. “Well… you’re wrong. I’m actually a perfectly capable hand-to-hand fighter… throw down your sword, and I’ll show you~”

“What…? Is this some sort of trick?” he warily asked. “I shan’t be fooled by the likes of you into dropping my guard...”

“Oh trust me… it’s no trick. I actually prefer a more… intimate, close-quarters style~” she teased, with another wink that fascinated and enraged him in equal measure. “You’re an honorable man, right…? You wouldn’t strike an unarmed woman with a weapon… not even a witch like me.”

After a few moments of contemplating this, he sighed and sheathed his sword, giving in to his good nature. “Fine… but I will be keeping an eye on you. If I catch wind of any magical mischief, I will not hesitate to cleave you in twain.”

“Mkay~” she casually responded, as she tossed her hat aside with a flourish.

As Alf put up his fists and donned his fighting stance, he made sure to keep his guard up about this situation, but he was very much hopeful she was telling the truth. In spite of his ability, he wasn’t certain how the fight was going to end up if it continued the way it began. Hand-to-hand, he thought, was very much to his advantage against such a powerful magic user. 

Still, when she went into her own combat pose, swinging and bouncing on the balls of her feet, he began to blush at how much her breasts swayed and jiggled… in fact she seemed to be periodically shaking her chest on purpose. They really looked like they could slip out of that parody of a bra at any moment…

He tried to shake that out of his mind as she approached, but was definitely not ready by the time she struck. He saw her fist flying towards his face and managed to catch her by the wrist, stopping her short of completing her punch. But he didn’t notice her leg, bent at the knee and raised off the floor… a snap kick caught him right in the stomach. This doubled him over enough for her to grab him by the hair and pull his head down into her rising knee as it met him square in the nose.

This straightened up and as he stumbled back from the impact, Selunelia came in close, turning around to push her voluptuous backside into his crotch. She arched her head back and made eye contact with him… her hand came up to cup his cheek… and there seemed to be something shimmering in her eye as she cooed, “See…? Isn’t it better… up close~?♥”

As she asked this, she pushed her ass in further into his groin and twirled her hips, grinding lovingly against his manhood. She laughed at his groan of undeniable sexual pleasure…

With a grunt of frustration, he pushed her away from him and she proceeded to backflip away to gain distance. “Hahah! You think you don’t want me that close…? I think somebody disagrees...”

She pointed down at his crotch, drawing attention to his erection which stuck out quite clearly in his tight clothing, a very blatant bulge. He blushed as he yelled, “C-Curse you… th-that glimmer in your eye was an enchantment! You’ve given me the same charm that you used against those men!”

“Come now, you can’t prove that...” she grinned, holding up her hands. “I need my staff to do magic, and I’m still unarmed, see…? Don’t blame me for your dirty ways… it’s not my fault if you can’t resist my body~”

She ran her hands down her curves and the sight actually made him quiver in delight. He didn’t believe her, but he knew it was true that he couldn’t say for sure. So he had to hold up his end of the bargain and continue on. He thought he could manage with his fists and win in a regular fight…

He was wrong. His lust towards her body proved to be fatal to his ability. Every time he geared up for a blow, he would see her ass shake and freeze long enough for her to retreat… every time she came at him with a punch, her jiggling breasts would near him and he would be unable to parry. The result was him coming out the loser of every exchange they had, and she would deal to him a punch to the gut, a kick to the ribs… and every now and then a mocking smack to his face. Anything to hurt and humiliate him… 

At one point she aimed a high kick at his face. And he was able to concentrate long enough to weave his head out of the way, but then, her long, thick, leg, bared aside from the black pantyhose that ran down from her thigh and the high-heeled slippers she wore, came down on his shoulder. She smiled brightly as it became clear this was no accident, she had her leg extended and draped on his shoulder, letting him feel the soft, supple warmth…

It stunned him long enough for her hop up and bring her opposite leg onto his opposing shoulder. Her thighs pressed together, squeezing his face as she performed a backflip, flipping him onto the ground with her landing, her crotch slamming hard onto his throat. Alf sputtered, his face just peeking out from between her thighs, his legs kicking and flailing… from there, the witch rained down fists, pounding him until he had two black eyes. She could’ve easily ended him right there, but she chose to eventually get up and goad him to stand once again to take more punishment.

His cock betrayed him, every single time. For ten more minutes after that, this went on. By the end of that ten minutes, Alf was staggering, beaten and bruised… his cock continued to twitch, fully solid but frustrated from lack of contact. At one time he thought he had hope of slaying the witch but it had become clear by this point that he was fighting a losing battle. 

Still, he had to try… fighting for his life, he darted in with his fist reared back, but this time, he couldn’t even try as she caught him half-way, a high kick battering his face before he could so much as swing his fist towards her pretty face. As this backed him up, Selunelia followed up, putting her entire lithe body into a flashy, twirling roundhouse kick to his temple that had him spinning helplessly to the right… and then another, from the opposite leg, that had him spinning drunkenly the other way.

As he looked to her with swiftly blurring vision, he saw her looking carefree as could be with her cute little smile, she seemed to be practically dancing her way to him as her body swayed to and fro, her massive breasts bounding back and forth in kind. “Look at you… you look so beaten! Like you’ve just been through this super one-sided fight or something, heh… are you done yet, Alfie? Or do I need to start REALLY hurting you to get the point across? Make this easier on yourself, sweetie… just give me your power. It’s a lot more painless than forcing me to take it from you… in fact, it’ll feel wonderful~♪”

He was unwilling to give in, even if he had to sacrifice some honor in the process. With that in mind, he stepped forward with his hand on the hilt of his blade. She took notice of this, just in time to evade backwards and avoid his sword swipe. He came incredibly close to slicing her stomach open, so much so that he actually managed to cut through the lingerie-esque outfit she wore, slicing the stocking that joined her top to her panties. 

She didn’t look pleased at this, though her anger more closely resembled a pout than outrage. “Hmph… now Alfie… I thought we’d agreed to hand-to-hand combat… you weren’t supposed to come at me with your sword...”

“I still… b-believe that you enchanted me… and th-the important thing… is that your reign of terror ends!” he hissed, spitting out a bit of blood before raising his sword above his head. 

Selunelia sidestepped his downward thrust, before holding her hand out before her. In a flash of light, her staff rematerialized in her hand. With a twirl of her magic wand, she declared, “Well! If you want to throw the rules out the window, that’s fine by me! Believe me, I can play VERY dirty, honey…”

As she said this, the staff seemed to glow a faint green… but if Alf noticed this, he opted not to show it.

“Silence! Begone!” he shouted as he again rushed at her, looking to plunge his blade into her heart. 

With a simple, almost casual flick of her wrist, she touched the orb atop her staff to the blade of Alf’s sword. This deflected his blow, causing him to take a few steps back, but the effect was far stronger than that… as within a few seconds, he was watching in horror as the stainless steel of the blade that had felled so many a foul beast melted before his eyes, until he was wielding nothing but a hilt in his hands.

“Wh-what… what have you done?!” he gasped, aghast.

“Uh… I used a magic spell to melt your sword.” she simply explained. “Kinda thought that was obvious...”

“D-Damn you...” he cursed as he dropped the handle. “That sword meant more to me than you’d ever understand… now I shall TRULY show you righteous fury, you devious little-!”

She cut him off with a swift kick to the groin, her shin crashing into his testicles, forcing a pathetically soft whimper of pain from him as it doubled him over. “Hush.” she muttered as her leg bounced off his manhood.

Her speed was shocking to the hero… as was the power behind her kick to his genitals, as he had to fight back the urge to scream. It swiftly became apparent that she was holding back during their fight the whole time. 

As Alf started to fall forward, she grabbed him by the back of the head with her free hand and pulled him in, forcefully shoving his face into her deep cleavage. Using her own overpoweringly enormous breasts to keep him standing, she proceeded to power her knee into his crotch. His face only sank deeper, his cheeks enveloped by the thick feminine flesh, and at this he could not contain his scream, though it was thankfully muffled by her womanly chest. She released him, letting him slowly slide down her incredible body, his hands helplessly trying to grip her, only to find himself accidentally caressing her curves.

The proud warrior fell limp to the floor - aside from his cock, which remained standing at attention even as it rammed uncomfortably against the carpet - as the witch turned around and summoned up a cauldron. 

“Get cozy down there on the floor for a spell...” she ordered, pausing to giggle at her own wordplay. “I need a special concoction to properly punish you, and it’ll take just a little bit to get ready, mkay? Tend to your unmentionables until I’m done...”

He seethed, grunting and groaning in pain through grit teeth as his face pressed up against the floor, his hands protectively locked onto his scrotum. He wanted so badly to just jump up to his feet and demolish this heathen that had put so many in danger and shame him so, but the pain was debilitating, he could barely move.

All he could really do was gnash his teeth and jerk his head around. He looked up at her as she worked, and quickly found he couldn’t look away. She stood over her cauldron, mixing up her brew with a long wooden pole, bent over as far as she could, blatantly showing off her splendid ass. He was stunned, really. Even with how revealing her outfit was in general, he wouldn’t have imagined how little was left to the imagination down there…

She practically wasn’t wearing panties at all… the black lacey material was like two small vines creeping across the middle of her large, thick, smooth, supple and wildly exposed cheeks. And they didn’t actually meet halfway, the center of her ass was bared for him to see. She showed him this quite knowingly as well, waving her remarkable backside back and forth just a few feet away. He could see it jiggle and ripple and shake, and even bounce a little with her movements, such was it’s delicate heft…

His cock twitched once more, reacting to her irresistible allure… his fist pounded the carpet, cursing her for her teasing ways, and cursing himself for falling prey to them. Just beyond the glorious ass he noticed the light emitting from the large black pot, changing color from white to blue to red to green to purple with every new potion and powder she splashed into it.

She was preparing a devious spell to use on him, and had the gall to do so right before his very eyes, obviously confident that her two low blows had incapacitated him enough to do so. What frustrated him most was that she seemed to be right, the ability to move was coming back to him slowly.

But as he struggled to rip his gaze away from her perfect ass, he came to notice her magic staff, leaning against the cauldron, just beside her. If he could somehow get his hands on that whilst she was distracted, he could put an end to her bewitching post haste! 

He struggled, and managed to move his shoulders… despite all instinct, he pulled his hands away from his balls as he clawed the carpet, trying to quietly crawl over to her enchanted relic... slowly but surely he slinked across the ground, reaching out for the staff… he was fingertips away…

Without looking, Selunelia stomped down, the sharp heel of her shoe stabbing into the back of his hand, the pointed toe grinding against his fingers. His yelp of sudden pain was much more high pitched than he’d have liked it to be. She followed up by giving a gentle toe tap to her staff and the orb atop the rod shimmered a bright, white light. A barrier of energy emerged from it, then expanded to encompass the room, taking Alf with it as it knocked him several yards backwards. He rolled on the floor grunting and groaning, until he came to a stop, laying on his back.

Weakly he pulled himself to a seated position, in time to see a particularly ethereal glow emerge from the cauldron. “Ahh, good, it’s finished~” she announced in her typical carefree tone. 

As Alf fought his way to his feet, she picked up her staff and waved it around in the smoky aura that was now billowing from the pot. The aura engulfed the enchanted wand, instilling it with unseen power…

“Nrgh... I will… not allow you to have your way… foul witch...” Alf grunted, as she turned to face him, a confident smirk on her beautiful face. He continued, “No matter what it takes, no matter what… no matter what I must do, for all that live and breathe on this mortal plane, I shall smite you!”

He ran at her, again with his fist reared back. Selunelia just rolled her eyes at this display and waited for him to get within range. She showed no fear whatsoever as he neared, even when he was within a few steps of her. 

“Aaaaand stop.” she remarked, as she gave him a light tap on the forehead with the staff’s shining orb to counter this. With a pang of yellow light, Alf suddenly stopped in place. One leg was stuck just off the ground, his arms frozen mid-pump… like a statue, the hero stood. 

He was frozen in time… the only thing that remained in it’s typical function was his mind, as cruelly he was able to see her mock him with a blown kiss and a wiggle of her booty, but there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. 

“Teeheehee… how do you like my time stoppage spell?” she asked with her typical mischievous grin. “Took me a looong while to devise it, I’m quite proud of it. Can only get it working on one being at a time right now and only for up to an hour or so… but that’s pretty dang effective in a time like this, don’t you think?”

He wanted to spout more of his heroic rhetoric at her, but in his state, he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t have possibly been any more helpless to her whims.

“Mmmm, now what to do with you… I mean, I can do whatever I want with your body now that you’re in this state, so… where do I start…?” she pondered aloud, a contemplative finger to her chin as she playfully twirled around before him. As she stood with her back to him, she glanced back, gazing at the bulge that persisted in his pants with a gleeful glint in her eye. With no more warning than that, with a violent jerk of her wrist she sent the bottom of her staff rising up between his frozen legs, slamming the rod right into his balls with a loud thud.

The pain was intense… his nuts couldn’t even move to absorb and spread the impact like they normally would. This made it a very focused and precise shot to the testicles, much worse than the already brutal shots he’d taken before. Alf screamed internally, but couldn’t vocalize any of it. And the witch simply stifled her giggle at his plight, as she pulled the staff back and brutally jabbed the pointed bottom of it into his groin. This stabbed his nuts heinously and amplified his agony.

“Teeheehee… even though I can’t hear it, I can sense your anguish… that’s a loooot of pain! Poor little guy…” she pouted, as she stepped back, bending over to show him her expansive cleavage, teasingly shaking her chest… those enormous, soft breasts looked like they could slip out of her teeny tiny top any moment. “But then, you really asked for it, didn’t you? I bet you want me to hurt you… I bet you want THIS!”

With that she thrust her staff forward, the orb shimmering even brighter than usual. She took the time to charge this attack up, since she had all the time in the world to do it… Alf could only dread the inevitable, he wasn’t even afforded the luxury of shutting his eyes, flinching or bracing for what was about to come.

At full power, Selunelia fired a blast of energy, a thick ray of light that soared from her orb and struck true, enveloping his genitals and only his genitals. If his eyes could move, they’d be rolling into the back of his head, his suffering was beyond anything even someone as well-traveled as him had ever experienced.

“Mmm… just think, Alfie… there may not be anyone else on our pretty l’il planet that knows what an energy blast to the balls feels like. Lucky you~” she cooed.

She gave him time to process this misery as she tossed her staff aside, and it again evaporated in the air before it could hit the ground. Selunelia slowly sashayed over to him, making him watch her generous hips as they moved with the welcoming grace of a belly dancer. Somehow in spite of everything he could still sense his arousal, his dick as rock hard as ever as the voluptuous vixen threw herself onto him, knowingly pressing her soft body against his as she wrapped her arms around him. Her humongous breasts pressed into his chest, her soft thigh pushed innocently into his crotch as her hands ran up the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair.

With a mockingly sweet look on her face, she gazed into his eyes as she pressed her forehead against his own. ”Yannow... I wouldn’t normally go for your l’il ballsies during a straight-up fight. I’m a very principled and moral girl, as you’ve seen!” she taunted with a little wink. “Buuut since you went ahead and decided you didn’t want to play fair, I think it’s only right that I go for nothing BUT your balls! Are you ready to get busted like never before~? 

Though he couldn’t move, sweat still dripped from his brow, belying his fear. She noticed this, giggling as she ran the tip of her finger in a circle on his chest. “Hmhmhm, ooooh, I’m gonna give it to you goooood~♪”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she ducked her head down, pushing the crown of it into the bottom of his chin. The witch grit her teeth, putting everything she had into a vicious knee to his already quite tender testes. 

As he groaned in his own mind, she repeated this, alternating legs as she delivered knee after knee into his nuts. She managed to single them out, getting the left nut with her right knee and vice versa, over and over again. Each came with two sounds, a feminine little “Ungh!” from Selunelia, and a loud crunch as his nuts took the full force of each successive impact.

She moved her arms down to hug him, pushing her tits tightly into his torso as she continued to relentlessly hammer his balls. As she again gazed deeply into his eyes with a little smirk, Alf felt as though her entire body was teasing and punishing him in equal measure, having no choice but to silently bear every brutal bust.

Only after each ball had received twenty knees did she finally cease, backing away with an exaggerated sigh of effort. “Wow! I can’t believe you’re still on your feet after all that… tough guy huh?”

Not that he could laugh in his hellish state, but he certainly wouldn’t find that funny regardless. Especially as she came in again, her hands grasping his temples. “Then I guess I just have to go a little bit...” she began, licking her lips before jumping upwards, both knees simultaneously smashing wickedly into his waiting groin as she finished, “...HARDER!”

Following up quickly, she hopped backwards whilst firing off a snap kick, her right shin cracking like a whip into his testicles. And then, before he could even process that impact, mounting with the rest of his torturous pain, her left leg did the same, her breasts bouncing madly as she hopped from one powerful, thick leg to the other. 

She took another step back and let him see as she reared her leg back. Showing off her flexibility, it went as far backwards as it could go, until the bottom of her high heeled shoe was nearly touching the back of her head. “All that was nothing compared to this… are you ready?!”

If he could’ve gulped in fright, he would’ve. 

Selunelia howled mightily as she flung her leg forward, her foot hurdling like a comet towards his already brutalized balls… only to stop just short. Alf was mid-heart attack as she playfully tapped the point of her shoe against his crotch. “Boom~”

She got into a bit of a giggling fit, much to his dismay. “Ohhh, torturing you is so much fun, Alfie, teeheehee~”

The tormenting temptress was still giggling as she reared her leg back again and this time, struck for real, when he was least expecting it. The sharp pointed toe of her high heeled shoe stabbed maliciously into his nuts from a full force kick. There was just no describing how vile a kick it truly was. He’d have gladly accepted death over another shot like that. And all the while, she continued to laugh…

Alf, the brave hero who had slain the devil, was now at the complete mercy of, in her own words, this cute l’il witch, who had him frozen mid-sprint. He wasn’t convinced his nuts were still intact with the beating they were going through, he couldn’t even check…

Still chuckling, she stepped back and admired her work, closing her eyes and sensing the internal wailing coming from his pain-addled brain. “Mmmm… have you learned your lesson yet, hon? Maybe I should be nice and finish you off… hmhm, I hope you appreciate my mercy, I could’ve gone like this for another fifty minutes, maybe a little more!”

As she spoke, she sat down on the floor, taking her time pulling her shoes off, absentmindedly curling her legs into sensuous poses all the while. Before too long she had only her black pantyhose on from her thighs down, and rather than stand, she chose to crawl playfully over towards Alf. He could only stare, seeing from his peripheral her huge, jiggling breasts, and round, shapely, rippling ass as she approached… 

She was eye-level with his groin, giggling as she stared at the bulge in his pants. Perhaps thanks to the forced stillness of his body, his erection had not dissipated in the slightest throughout the entirety of her prolonged attack on his manhood. “So my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me… the little guy really is standing at attention for l’il ‘ol me… how flattering~” she teased.

Alf could do nothing to resist as she took the thinly contained cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she ran her fingers tenderly up and down the engorged shaft. He was glad she couldn’t hear his moans, although unbeknownst to him, she could feel his ecstasy growing with every passing moment…

“Now it makes sense… I was wondering why someone with all that armor and all that battle experience wouldn’t wear any protection where it counts.” she pointed out as she continued teasing his dick. “Mmm, but I suppose a big steel codpiece would feel really uncomfortable if you got aroused, and for a little perv like you that seems like an inevitability~”

As she mocked him, one hand continued slowly stroking his pecker whilst her other came to grasp his testicles. Sore though they were, her delicate touch was heavenly… Alf wasn’t sure what would happen if he came while his entire body was frozen like that, but it seemed as though he was about to find out…

“Mmmm, I sure would hate if you were to be uncomfortable...” she swooned as her grip on his balls tightened brutally. They were like stones in her hand, unable to squish the way they would normally, no give whatsoever, and that just made it all the more painful for Alf. Selunelia stifled a giggle, bringing a hand to her mouth as the other tormented his package.

After a few moments she released her grasp. “After all, you gotta treat fragile little things like this with CARE!” she shouted, punctuating her statement with an unrestrained uppercut to the nuts, bringing with it another loud, resounding thud that echoed throughout the witch's domain.

As if nothing happened, she followed up by going down onto her back, slowly bringing her feet up between his legs, her toes running up his inner thighs. As she did this, she ran her hands up her torso, making sure she was still in his peripheral vision as she brought them to her generous breasts, fondling herself before him. He didn’t want to focus on it, but there was nothing else… and how could he possibly ignore it?

She moaned gently and contentedly, a few little gasps as she caressed her breasts to the point of her nipples visibly hardening, trying to poke through her lingerie. Without even looking, she pushed her stockinged feet up into Alf’s groin, gently teasing his nuts with the bottom of her basically bare feet, treating his nuts like gas pedals as she alternated which one was pushed upwards. 

As she gripped her tits tighter, she fiercely shoved her left foot up into his right nut, an upward stomp from the ground, accompanied by a loud, lustful groan. She repeated this with her other foot, with another sensuous gasp. She acted as though busting his balls was entirely accidental, as though brought upon naturally by her longing twitches…

She finished by sending them both up at once, shoving her feet into his balls with enough force to lift his body off the ground… but since it was frozen in place in every way, that wasn’t happening. Instead his crotch had to take the full brunt of the impact, and in his own mind he screamed in anguish, cursing her false mercy… she said she would finish him only to prolong his suffering. 

Selunelia shot up to a seated position, in the process ‘accidentally’ headbutting him in the scrotum. “Whoopsie… teehee...”

She grabbed him by the hips, using his body to pull herself up. “Okay... NOW I’m ready to finish you~!♥”

The mischievous witch gave him a playful pat on the head and ran her finger down his cheek to his chin, before turning around and again making him watch her ass as she sashayed some distance away. She didn’t stop ‘til she was at the opposing wall, several yards away. She turned to him, a confident smirk on her face. 

He was afraid.

He was right to be afraid.

That next second, she dashed towards him, running at a speed he never would’ve guessed possible. Her tits jiggled and swayed uncontrollably, as she built up an extreme velocity. At the last second, she jumped forward, her body launching like a missile as she sent her feet crashing destructively into his nuts. 

For a moment, Alf actually blacked out internally from the sheer agony, as Selunelia landed on her back once again, giggling up a storm. “Ahahahaaha, ohhh that was a GOOD one! Teeheehee~!” she cackled, as she casually delivered two more quick snap kicks to his balls, waking Alf up to a nightmare of unbelievable, hellish anguish.

“Mmm… okay, I think you’ve learned your lesson now.” she stated as she smiled sweetly, gazing up at the frozen, tortured hero. She made her way to her feet and held her arm out as she stood with her back to him. 

Her staff again materialized into her hand. With a little wave, the orb at the top of her magic wand glowed with a shimmering, purple light. And lo, with a solid twirl, she smashed the orb solidly against his groin, and a purple aura overtook his body. That next instant, Alf crumpled to the floor, unfrozen and feeling the effects of every single shot to his genitals, one long powerful wail of misery emitting from his lips as tears strolled down his face.

“My, my, my… just two gentle lovetaps to your itty bitty boys put you down long enough for me to brew up that spell.” she remarked as she stepped around to the hero’s side, looking down on him as he grunted and groaned, hissing his pain. “I don’t even know how many the poor l’il guys took just now, but I definitely went after them as hard as I could, hmhm… that should be more than enough to put you down for the COUNT!”

As she finished that statement, she punctuated it with a punt to his ribs that flipped him over onto his back. Despite clearly being a vicious strike that was obviously delivered with enough force to roll him over, he didn’t react… the mind-bending, atrocious pain in his nuts was so severe that he could barely register any damage to anything else. 

“Juuuust in case though, I should go for the knockout blow!” she declared. 

From the sounds of that, he expected a punch or a kick to the head, but to his surprised, she leapt into the air and came crashing down on him, ass-first as her voluptuous backside slammed square onto his face. Her large, soft cheeks came down heavy as they threatened to crush his nose betwixt them… it didn’t quite take his mind off his junk, but it did hurt more than he’d have guessed… though as she ground her enormous booty deeper into his face, the sensation became oddly delightful. His cock lurched as he appreciated the smoothness of her perfectly round ass…

After a few moments of this, Selunelia shot up to her feet, only to repeat the motion, leaping up into the air so as to land seated on his face, coming down with all of her weight as her ass engulfed his head. She again took her time, shaking her hips, brushing her ass tenderly, and then roughly, back and forth across his face, before standing up and starting the process all over again.

“A regular attack seems far too boring to me… this is so much more fun, wouldn’t you agree~?” she cooed as she teasingly buried his face deeper into her backside.

This time when she stood up, she did not leap but rather, performed a deep squat, bending her knees to send her ass hurtling down and crashing hard against his face before popping right back up. She giggled as she repeated this, going down and slamming her nearly bare ass into his face with progressively rapid movements. She was basically performing a very deep set squats and Alf’s face just happened to be in the way each time when she came down.

For the brave, world famous hero, this was incredibly embarrassing, and strangely painful, as it started to put him in a daze… he’d been punched in the face by behemoth brutes and shrugged it off easier than he was dealing with these blows. But the multitude of strikes to his groin had weakened him to the point of being almost as immobile as he was when he was frozen by her spell. 

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” she moaned, cute little high pitched feminine grunts of effort with every smash of her ass. Just when Alf’s vision of her heavenly backside started to blur and he actually felt himself beginning to black out from the onslaught, she ceased, turning to look down on his prone form.

“Oh, by the way… when I said I was going for the knockout shot, I was actually just playin’ with you… I have no intention of knocking you out, teehee~!” she revealed. “I know, naughty of me… but you see, I really, REALLY want you to be fully lucid for what I’m about to do to you… hmhm, it’s time that I finally drained you of all of your… mmm, manly power~”

He watched as she walked past him, ‘accidentally’ stepping on his chest as she went by, and waltzed over to a nearby shelf where she pulled out a potion. She took a deep breath as she strolled over to Alf, of course letting him watch as she downed the potion. Quite purposefully, she let a little of the blue liquid spill down onto her chest and it dripped elegantly down her immaculate cleavage. 

A blue aura surrounded her lovely body for a moment, before quickly dissipating. Selunelia let out a little sigh of relief as she stated, “Mmm, that little spell I put on you drained me of all my mana… but that did the trick, got it right back in a hurry. Now then… let’s put that magic to good use~”

The wicked little witch held out her hand, letting her magic wand materialize once more. With a twirl of her staff, she held it aloft over Alf’s body. First, it glowed yellow, and two yellow bands of light formed around the hero’s wrists. They pulled his arms away from his groin and forced them to the floor, causing him to lay spread eagle, despite his struggling.

With another slight wave, the orb changed color to a deep green… and in a flash, the deviously grinning witch now had a fully nude hero before her, as she’d magicked away all of his armor and clothing. Alf gasped, stunned to suddenly be bearing it all on display, his erect cock flopping in the slight gust of wind the spell caused, still at full mast despite his black and blue, very swollen balls. 

She knelt down between the hero’s legs and inspected his genitals, gently pinching the head of his penis as she eyed it from all angles. Her soft fingers on his cock drove him mad, an intense bit of stimulation just from touching her assuredly enchanted body. Already he could feel some of the magic power that he’d spent so long building up inside of him begin to fade away.

“Hmmmm… not bad, really, not bad at all.” She commented as she stood up. “But I’m a greedy l’il thing, and I need you to be much, much, much bigger if I’m going to play with you… but don’t fret. I have just the solution~”

With yet another twirl of her wand, the orb atop it glowed a bright purple, and a matching aura surrounded Alf's genitals. He was stunned to see and feel it's effects, as slowly but surely his rigid cock and battered balls grew to twice their normal size.

"Hmhmhm... ohh, magic's a wonderful thing~" Selunelia cooed, gazing at his enormous, throbbing member. "Now... for the fun to begin..."

To be continued...

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