Wild Sorcery - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Gate of the Honored Witches

After my... encounters in the city of Lastrene, I set out again in search of some magician powerful enough to remove my curse and return me to my original form. The next leg of my journey took me to Teotum.

Teotum was a small, but prosperous city standing astride a river. It was built entirely of rock, and was defended by an army of amazons.

As I walked in through the northern gate, I really had no idea what to expect. I admired Teotum’s famously unique architecture while walking through the crowds of women, amazons and their male servants. Before I was transformed into a woman by the Mad Sorcerer Valorious, I had studiously avoided this matriarch city. Now, to be free to enter it, I felt a little giddy.

More than a few of these amazons and I had had dealings in the past. Some very enjoyable, others not so much. At first I was a little worried that some of them might recognize me, but soon that fear vanished. I was still tall and muscular, though less than I was before, but now my head of black hair tumbled across my shoulders. I had round breasts that stood forth proudly from my chest, wide hips, and long legs. Very different in shape from how I was when I last met amazons.

I sought not to tarry in Teotum, but only to traverse it. I wanted to cross one of the bridges connecting the twin city over the wide rushing river that divided it, and then be on my way to the Western Downs. The Wizard had told me I might find a hag learned in curses who might be able to remove mine. But events have a way of changing from plans, especilly mine. And especially since I had been transformed. I had not gotten far through the city when a woman stepped from the shadow of a building to block my way.

She had almond-shaped blue eyes and waist-length, curly gray hair worn in a practical style. She was graceful, and walked like a dancer. She wore an outfit of fluttering scarves, black and green in even proportions, that looked fluttered like feathers. The outfit was revealing more than concealing, and had a brocaded shawl across her shoulders.

“Oh!” she said on blocking my path, as if she were seeing me for the first time. “What a delight! What a pleasure! To meet you at last, Adrienne.”

I tensed up, my hand reaching for my sword. “How do you know my name?” I demanded.

A voice behind me answered, “We know a lot of things.”

I whirled to face the speaker. She sauntered up behind me, sinful pleasures glinting in her wide black eyes. She has an curvy figure, which was plain to see for she wore transparent silks that barely hid her assets, a short jacket and tall riding boots. A tall hat was perched upon her short, straight, alabaster hair.

“You ought to know that!” A third maiden snapped angrily.

I turned again to face a pale, leggy girl with droopy blue eyes and medium-length, curly, thick hair the color of ivory. Her outfit was mostly green, and consisted of little more than two thin circles of cloth over her breasts held in place by cord, and another cloth tied about her waist and between her legs.

The three of them surrounded me, and other passerbys drew back away from them. No one stopped to watch the strange drama unfolding, as everyone appeared to avoid it.

“What do you want?” I asked, my hand steady on the grip of my sword.

“She wants to know what we want, Kela,” the second said to the first.

“So she does, Narva,” Kela agreed. “Should we tell her, Fesa?” she asked the third.

“I think we should,” Fesa agreed. “After all, she can’t really stop us, can she?”

“Keep away, you harpies!” I snapped.

“Oh!” Kela gasped in mock surprise and shock. “She’s a rude one, she is! Sisters, what shall we do with this rude little girl?”

“We should punish her,” Fesa said definitively, brandishing a short black riding crop that she produced from nowhere.

“We should entice her,” Narva said, licking her lips hungrily, staring lustily at my body.

“Come and try!” I snapped, sweeping my sword from its scabbard. “I don’t know what you want, because you won’t tell me, but I won’t give it to you! Do you hear me? If you think you can take it, then come and try!” I turned around, looking at them all, and ended facing Fesa.

The three sisters exchanged a glanced, then all looked at me.

Fesa raised her whip hand and pointed at me. I cried out as pain blossomed in my breasts, like she had slashed at me with her crop. I stumbled back away from her, turning to face Narva.

Narva raised her hand and pointed to me. I moaned, clapping my hands to my pussy as heat blossomed there, pleasure welling up, almost overpowering me. I stumbled away from her, dropping my sword. It clattereded on the cobblestones as I turned to face Kela.

Kela raised both hands and held them out to me. My sight grew dim and blurred. The whole scene running before my eyes like a wet oil painting, then everything went black.

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I awoke in a large comfortable bed. It had four posts with a wide canopy overhead. I lay on a soft down comforter among clean white silk sheets. I sat up and looked around.

It was a large, brightly-lit, and well-appointed room. A guest apartment of some luxury. Clearly if I was being held prisoner, I was a valuable prisoner. I started to stand up and realized I was naked beneath the covers. The soft silk slid softly across my bare skin. I hurriedly gathered a sheet about myself and stood.

Bright warm sunlight poured in through large glass windows. I walked over and peered out. I was in a tall tower, looking down over the city of Teotum.

The single door opened and I whirled around.

A curvy half-dragon, wearing skintight breeches and a maid dress walked in, bearing a silver platter. “Oh, miss!” she exclaimed on seeing me standing by the window. “You should be lying down in bed, miss. I’m supposed to serve you breakfast, I am!”

“Where am I?” I asked her.

“Where are you, miss?” she blinked her large eyes at me, then smiled. “Oh, you’re in Mistress Grail’s mansion, miss. Her sisters brought you in yesterday. You must have taken a right turn, miss!”

“Yes,” I agreed. “I must have?”

I let the half-dragon maid lead me back to the bed and set me up with a bed table on which she set the breakfast tray. The lid was removed, and a sumptuous and wholesome breakfast was revealed. Suddenly realizing I was ravenous, I set to eating it all up. As I ate, I could not keep my eyes off the maid, who set about dusting and cleaning the room while she waited for me to finish so she could take away the breakfast service.

She who wore skin-tight breeches that showed off her every curve. She seemed at once both innocent of knowing this, and active in taking advantage of it. I found myself both contemptuous of her, for so showing herself shamelessly off, and a trifle envious of the perfect form that she so showed off. She noticed my glance, and enticingly stuck out her ass. She impudently stuck out her tongue, then giggled and returned to her work.

All too soon, breakfast was finished and the maid gathered up the breakfast service. “The Mistress instructed me to inform her as soon as you awoke. She will be here to see you soon,” she said, then departed.

After a short time she returned, leading a tall lady who had droopy black eyes and neck-length, wavy, white hair worn in a formal style. She was dressed in an attractive dress of purple and white.

“Thank you, Carmilla,” she said. “That will be all.”

The maid departed with a bow, and the lady sat on the bed beside me. “I am very sorry for my sisters,” she said. “They can be very intemperate at times.”

“So I noticed,” I said a trifle sarcastically. “They never even said what you want me for.”

She blushed, embarrassed. “Yes, well,  we have need of a person to do for us a favor in a matter of vital import. Our divinations assured us that you are the perfect one for us.”

“That’s all very well,” I said, sliding my feet to the floor. I dropped the covers and stood up, not caring that she saw me naked. “But that tells me absolutely nothing. I don’t know what it is you want, or what you offer, but I must say that so far, I see nothing that could convince me to interest myself in your affairs. Nor, in fact, do I even know who you are. Now give me back my clothes!”

She raised her hands in a placating gesture, but her eyes were locked admiringly on my figure. “I am Fewo, High Tribune of Teotum.”

“I wish I could say I were pleased to meet you,” I said spitefully. “But I am not.”

She took my reply in stride. “I can understand that,” she said with a beatific smile. “But we will lay that aside for now. I have need of your services, and I can offer you something you desire.”

I almost didn’t breath then. Did she know?

She smiled to herself. “We met once before, Adrienne, but then you wore a different form.” Her smile broadened at my consternation. “Don’t bother wondering how I know - I have my sources, leave it at that. But I offer you what you truly desire. Return to your true form.”

I hesitated. “And what do you want in return?”

Continued in Chapter 13

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