NOIRE/THARJA BLOOD AND THUNDER

Noire/Tharja BLOOD AND THUNDER LOVE

	Noire stared up at the gray clouds in the sky as she meekly walked through camp. “Ehh . . . Another overcast day?” She sighed deeply, clutching her hands to her chest and turned her head from side to side. “Oh, today is re-stocking day then?” Noire took note of the small amount of shepherds in the camp and came to this conclusion. Suddenly Noire spotted her mother’s unmistakable figure hunched over a stack of crates, peering over at someone or something. “Hmm? What’s mother doing over there?” Noire’s curiosity got the better of her as she jogged over to her curse-loving mother, Tharja. As Noire crept up behind her mother and saw for herself what she was doing. Tharja was muttering some sort of hex and casting her witchy gaze at what appeared to be a floating suit of armor. “Eeek!” Noire clasped her hands to her mouth at this display of witchcraft and the armor quickly ran off. “Damn blast it!” Tharja pounded the crate she was crouched over with her fist. She turned around to Noire while looking downward, casting a shade over her visage. “Noire . . . You interrupted me.” She said in her usual raspy tone.  “I was in the middle of a VERY important hex.” Noire winced at her mother’s mention of the word “hex” being a victim of them many a time herself. “I-I’m sorry mother! I didn’t mean it! Truly!” Noire fumbled with her words as she began feeling ill thinking of what her mother may punish her with. A wry smile slipped onto Tharja’s lips. “Mmm heheheh. It’s alright my daughter. I’ve already found another subject.” Noire gulped after nearly throwing up in her mouth hearing her mother’s ominous words. “O-Okay then! I-I’ll just see you later t-then, alright? I ehhh have to move some things.” Noire turned away quickly, nearly tripping over her own legs as she speed walked in the direction of her tent.

	 Noire felt droplets of rain on her bare shoulder and chest. “Ohhhh no it’s raining . . . What a bad omen.” As the rest of the day marched on, it seemed bad luck followed Noire wherever she went. That is, more so than usual. She was tripping over rocks, twigs, and at times it even seemed the wind itself was aiming to knock her over. The rain clouds were almost literally hovering over her head as she was drenched whenever she left her tent. The poor girl was riddled with afflictions all day long. “Phew. Only one more thing to do for the day . . . Oh . . . Nnng W-Why today?” Noire’s complexion turned so pale that she was practically invisible as she read the final query on her errands list. “D-Deliver rations to Tharja.” Noire sputtered out, feeling queasy. “G-Gods let’s get this over with.” Noire hesitantly left the warmth of her tent and began marching toward the most secluded part of camp where Tharja had set up. Noire paused at the entrance to her mother’s tent as night fell. “I’ll just g-go in and get out! Real fast!” Noire attempted to hype herself up in order to deal with her mother.

	 She stepped into the tent and saw Tharja at her table with several bubbling concoctions and gut wrenching ingredients. “Mother! I have some er . . . food here for you. It’s uh today’s rations.” Noire’s adrenaline began to wear off as her mother stooped over her table and ignored her daughter for an extended period of time. “Um, m-mother? I’ll just leave this here then . . .” Noire was about to place the box of food down near the door when she felt her mother’s icy gaze fall upon her. “Oh, Noire. I didn’t notice you came in, my dear.” Tharja spoke with an eerie enthusiasm.  “I hope you’ve been enjoying your day. “ Noire felt her stomach knot up. Now she knew for sure that her awful day was due to her mother’s curses. “I’ve been miserable all day, mother. . .” Noire was indeed quite the sorry sight. Her clothes were damp from running around in the rain all day, her jet black hair was greasy and tangled, her nose was runny because of the cool rain, and her anxiety levels were at their peak. “Mmmmm-hmmmm is that so? Well I guess that’s karma for earlier today.” Noire was losing her own thoughts as she was trying to deal with her mother’s malice. “My experiments still aren’t finished, my daughter. I believe I’ll have to keep them up for another ohhh . . . Few weeks or so? Heheh.”

	 Noire would normally be on the verge by now, but her mind was blank. She stared at the floor, unblinking. “I do hope you don’t have anything important planned in the near future, Mmm hmm hmm.” Tharja continued. “I don’t wanna . . .” Noire mumbled to the ground “Come again, Noire?” “I don’t wanna . . .” Noire continued muttering to the floor. “Well then, my dear daughter, if we’re done here you may be on your w-“ “I DON’T WANNA DEAL WITH YOUR CRAP ANYMORE!” Noire shouted at the top of her lungs with a crack in her voice. “Oh, your talisman still works? I should probably take that thing away from you.” Tharja replied, unfazed by her daughter’s outburst. “BLOOD AND THUNDER! I’M SICK OF YOU USING ME AS YOUR DAMNED HEX GUINEA PIG!” Noire’s voice shook as she yelled at her mother with all of her heart. “I PUT UP WITH IT IN THE FUTURE AND NOW IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN, JUST LIKE ALWAYS! I WON’T HAVE IT ANYMORE!” Noire stamped her feet on the floor as hard as she could. “Noire, you’re the most valuable test subject I have though. Where would I be without you?” “If you want to fling curses then you can TEST THEM ON YOURSELF!” Noire was totally overtaken by her crazy alter-ego as she pounced on her mother.

	 Tharja was unprepared for such an attack and the two raven haired women fell to the tent floor. “Ugh! You foolish girl!” Tharja attempted to throw her daughter off, but it was no use. The crazy eyed Noire had straddled her mother’s midsection and kept her down with inhuman strength. “I’M GONNA MAKE YOU REMEMBER THIS NIGHT! MOTHERRRR!” Noire took off her gloves and shoulder piece, giggling like mad. “I’LL MAKE SURE MOTHER LEARNS NOT TO MESS WITH ME!” Noire’s hands shot to her mother’s bosom and she began feverishly tearing as the fabric of her silky tights. “Y-You insane girl! What are you-“ “AH HAHAHAHAHA!” Noire drowned out her mother’s flustered voice with her deranged laughter. She eventually tore open the chest area of Tharja’s outfit and cruelly grabbed both of her large breasts. “DO YOU LIKE THIS MOTHER!?” Noire was practically babbling at this point having lost all rational thoughts. Noire pulled and pinched her mother’s dark nipples, stopping only to rudely slap them. Tharja was losing her will to fight back as she was assaulted by feelings of pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes as she was prepared to accept her daughter’s wrath. After all how bad could it be? “AH HA HA HA HA!” Noire continued to cackle as she moved her attention to her mother’s crotch. She quickly pushed her front cloth aside and decimated the fabric with her claw like nails, revealing her mother’s clean shaven pussy. She dug her hands immediately into Tharja’s honeypot and twirled her fingers inside.

	Tharja was caught off guard and began to let loose some uncharacteristic moans of pleasure. “Aaaah!” Tharja began to show her hidden submissive side to her own daughter. “T-This is something, Oh! S-Something only your father should be doing!” The exasperated Tharja said through gasps of air. Noire pressed her palm against her mother’s soaking wet vagina and smeared it all over the defeated woman’s stomach. Noire started to feel her own primal urges boiling inside of her as she strained to pull off her poofy archer pants and cute bear print panties. Noire plopped down right onto Tharja’s pussy and slid up and down, increasing in speed as she went. Tharja tried to stifle her moans as she came to climax as Noire pressed against her. “WE’RE NOT DONE YET!” Noire screamed as she grinded the panting Tharja into complete submission.  Noire flipped her mother onto her back as her plump ass jiggled from side to side from the sudden movement. “LOOK AT THIS FAT ASS!” yelled Noire. “I THINK IT NEEDS A SPANKING!” Noire wound her arm back and delivered a harsh slap to Tharja’s round butt, sending ripples through her flesh. Noire smacked it until it left red prints on both sides of her cushy cheeks. Noire became bolder as she tore open her tights and spread her mother’s ass, sticking her fingers into her pussy once more. She fanatically reached for an oblong cursing utensil and began to insert it into Tharja’s anus. “Kyaaa!” Tharja let out a yelp of pain as it entered her. Noire pumped it in and out rapidly as Tharja began to match her rhythm. Noire pushed the utensil deep into Tharja’s asshole which caused her to quickly reach orgasm again.

	 “NOT YET, DIRTY MOTHER! I STILL NEED TO GET MINE!” Noire flipped her mother over on her back and bounced up to her face, planting her slightly hairy pussy into her mother’s mouth. Tharja obliged her daughter and began licking and twirling her tongue inside Noire. The sweaty girl removed her top and unleashed her massive breasts, touching and playing with her own nipples as she rode her mother fiercely. Noire’s fat breasts bounced wildly as she began losing control of her body’s movements with the pleasure Tharja was dealing her. “AH HA! GODS YES! T-THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” Noire’s eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced the most explosive orgasm she had ever had, squirting fluids all over her mother’s face and hair. Noire quickly fell back, her head landing between her mother’s spread legs. The two lay on the ground, panting for some time before Noire managed to regain control. “You *huff* better not mess with me *huff* again mother!” Tharja lay speechless; still to tired to talk from their escapade. Noire fumbled for her clothing as she got dressed without saying a word. As she moved to the tent entryway, her mother finally spoke up. “Heh. That was some fun, my dear. Maybe we should do it again sometime.” Noire looked back to see yet another dark smile spread across Tharja’s face. Noire clasped her hands to her cheeks in disbelief. “Y-You mean I didn’t change anything!? Ohhhh what a horrible night to have a curse!”