18+ Corruption of Champions: Sand Witch

Herm Character

[Explore Desert: Sand Witch]

Even as you rip her sand-colored robes from her body, her eyes hold power and defiance. Her chest holds four large breasts, each leaking milk upon the sands. You smile at the sand witch, trying to seem enticing. A tiny smile plays across her face even though she supports a worried frown. She reaches up to you, and you allow her to gently pull you down to her. You marvel at her multiple breasts, each perfectly rounded. Each has a nipple approximately two inches long, enough to suck if you wanted to. Your attention wanders down to the damp sand underneath her legs, and her musky scent hits your nose. Which do you go after?

[- Sex - ]

With a charming, disarming smile, you reach between her legs and touch against the slick lips of her pussies. She has two of them! The sand witch appears frightened, but as you gently tease her lips with your fingers, she slowly starts to breathe faster, starting to moan as her legs spread themselves against her better judgment. Grinning in satisfaction, you bring your rigid massive shaft against her lips, and push slowly, gently. The sand witch cries out, her hands grabbing your arms, pressing hard against your skin as you slowly and teasingly ease your forearm-length cock into her tight depths. You almost feel like a virgin, your fat prick throbbing, the need to cum almost beyond your ability to control. You rest against her chest, her large breasts squirting milk against your own chest as your weight appears to excite her enough to make her lactate, if what you’re doing already wasn’t enough. You kiss the sand witch, getting accustomed to her unbelievable tightness. You hump backwards and forwards, grinning like a fool with his first girlfriend. Not even a succubus would be able to rival her lush depths. You finally get serious and ease yourself into fucking the sand witch, slowly gaining speed and depth as your groins slap together with such ferocity that a normal person would be bruised upon their next waking. You pound the sand witch, making her scream in ecstasy, her already tight depths turning vice-like as you grunt your lust, cumming and filling her depths. Your balls ache and your wide shaft throbs with need, even as you empty your lust into the defeated sand witch.

With a satisfied smirk, you lay atop your prize, your pecker still twitching within her depths. One of the sand witch’s hands rubs at your head, teasing your skin. Like a fresh youth, you fall asleep, distended shaft buried deep in the sand witch. With a start you wake up, only to find the sand witch still passed out beside you. Almost thinking it was a dream, you touch your groin tenderly and rub softly. There’s a faint trace of soreness, and you remember the ferocity with which you mashed your pelvises together. You get up and get ready.

[Other option: - Breasts -]

You move yourself atop the defeated sand witch, and bring your lips to her breasts. The moment the first drop of milk touches your tongue, you drink, hungrily, needfully, demandingly. You grope and massage her breasts as she leans back and cries out, her eyes wide in surprise. You guzzle and drink her sweet cream, the small seedlings underneath you appearing to rustle and move as you drink the alabaster flow once intended for the desert sands. Warmth fills your gluttonous belly, and the sand witch places a hand to your stomach, rubbing it lightly as you drink from her breasts, moving on when the one you’re drinking from is drained. You burp, and flush scarlet, but the sand witch lays a hand against your face, leans close, and kisses your lips sweetly. Her tongue snakes out and dives into your mouth. She pulls your face against hers, grinding her breasts against your chest. You can feel fresh milk dribbling against your skin and the scents are driving you wild with lust. She breaks the kiss and smiles at you, whispering. Your eyes slowly close as you grow drowsy; you realize too late that she’s casting a spell. You fall asleep, the sand witch’s milk in your stomach churning, gurgling. You wake up in the desert, immediately grabbing at your body to see if anything’s changed...

[no more text here, I'm guessing there's a chance that she does a physical change sometimes]

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[Win - Taunt Her -]

Feeling euphoric after your clear victory, you lazily circle the panting witch and laugh at her. “Look at you,” you taunt, “A mighty witch of the sands, laid low by a helpless traveller. You can’t even stand up!” You kick her hand away, and she tumbles down into a distraught heap, crying softly. It’s time for some fun!

You grab the helpless witch and flop her onto her back. She gasps, glaring defiantly up at you while her arms fold closed over the front of her robe, concealing what looks like four large tits beneath. None of that! You tickle her sides in a surprise attack, and she starts to laugh. Then, you move your scurrying fingertips to her belly and down her thighs. The spellcaster giggles uproariously and tries to bat your arms away, which gives you the opening you need. You easily slide past her laughter-addled strikes to the course fabric of her brown robes, and with a quick flex of your muscles, you tear the fabric down the middle, exposing a sea of tanned breast-flesh capped with four prominent nipples.

“Nooo,” the witch protests once her laughter dies down. Smirking, you start to pinch and pull at her nipples, tweaking the tender nubs until drops of milk are rolling down all four of her ponderous jugs. You milk her effortlessly, tugging and tweaking the teats idly while you ply her with questions, asking her if she has anything better to do than try to shove rocks up strangers' assholes. Her tanned cheeks color in embarrassment, but she stays mute, glowering at you while you play with her nipples.

It’s actually kind of fun to play with her milk spouts like this, and though you feel kind of bad about using her this way, she likely would have done worse to you. You tweak and tease with a goofy smile, laughing as you aim one of the tits up into the witch’s face, splattering her with her own alabaster juices. You’re so involved in it that you fail to notice the increasingly angry gaze that settles over your captive’s face. Her tits are just so goddamn fun to tease that you don’t really waste any time paying attention to her from the neck up. That’s a mistake.

Too late, you see the witch’s hands glowing, and before you can react, a club of solid stone whomps you upside the head, flinging you wholesale onto your side. You try to stagger up, but your balance isn’t working, and you fall back down, ears ringing. The witch, seemingly recovered, is towering over you. She screams, “My milk is not a toy!” and throws her arms up over her head. From below, a torso-sized block of sandstone rumbles up out of the dune, striking you square in the plexus and lifting you up, legs and arms dangling uselessly. A few whispered incantations later and your wrists and foot are sucked into the block, binding you into a helpless, restrained pose.

“Now who is laid low?!” she snaps with magic crackling in the air. “You need to be taught a lesson, off-worlder!” The witch grabs at the bottom of your comfortable underclothes and yanks it down, exposing your generous butt to the hot desert air. Worse still, your shaft is now unprotected and pressed against the rough stone by your body-weight. It’s less than pleasant. You bristle at your helplessness, breathing out a gout of flame in rage, but you can’t even direct the blast properly like this. All it does is melt some of the sand below into glass. Fingers tickle the olive skin of your bottom, and then, without warning, your generous butt is slapped! The sound of the hit rings out across the desert, hard enough to make moisture bead at the corners of your eyes.

The smirking sorceress laughs, “You are too prideful for your own good. Now, I will teach you respect for our order, one spank at a time.” She doesn’t even wait before hitting you again, bringing her hand down on your unprotected ass without hesitation. You squirm from pain, trying to escape, to wiggle free, but there’s no use - you’re tied down with stone restraints that you can’t hope to escape. All you can do is writhe uselessly against your bindings while your generous derriere is tanned bright red, tingling with residual pain even when it isn’t being hit.

This seems to last forever, and after what feels like hours of pain, you begin to beg for it to stop, whining and whimpering. As soon as your voice takes on a genuine note of repentance, the blows stop falling. The witch, having worked her frustrations out of her system, says, “That is acceptable. Now, I shall leave you to think on your sins. Let the sun’s baleful gaze bake away the pain and replace it with discipline.” She sounds almost fanatical in her dedication to her order.

Picking up the pieces of her tattered robe, the sand witch makes to leave. She stops after a few paces and turns back your way, “Perhaps this will ease the wait.” Your eyes widen in anger when she makes familiar motions, but there’s nothing you can do. Soon, smooth stone orbs are sliding into through your cheeks and into your wide bottom and loose pussy. All of them are vibrating to slightly different tempos, and you get so focused on the oscillating anal symphony, that you miss the enchantress’s departure. You ride the vibrating stones to so many orgasms that you lose count. Eventually, the magic column fades, receding into the sand. At the same time, the lifeless stone orbs roll out of your butthole and twat. Bruised and orgasmed into exhaustion, you pass out in the sand with your comfortable underclothes around your ankles. Maybe next time you won’t waste your chances gloating.

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[Win - Dildo Rape -]

You pull out Tamani’s dildo, advancing on the helpless witch. Her derriere makes an enticing target as you advance upon her, and the simple brown robe she wears does nothing to protect her body from your unusual attentions.

Pushing her legs apart, you take the toy and shove it up one of her moistened fuck-holes. She cries out, noisily screaming into the dunes, though you’re unsure whether from pain or pleasure. Whatever the case, she’ll think twice about sending her vibrating stones after you now. You shove the dildo further into her, hard enough to lift her knees out of the sand. She slams back down once you’ve crammed it the whole way inside her, wiggling her supple ass back and forth as if it would somehow assuage the pain of the rapid insertion.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” cries the defeated witch, but you can see the sand under her four tits darkening with moisture. You roll her over, exposing the soaked, sand-covered front of her robe. You tear it off savagely, exposing her quartette of glistening, tanned orbs. Her sweaty bronze skin isn’t marred by tan lines, and she glistens as she dribbles milk, as if she oiled up before coming out into the desert.

After giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion, you begin working the dildo faster and faster, watching her milk-bloated jugs wobble back in forth. One handed, you grab her lower left-most tit and squeeze, feeling the soft flesh yield in your hand. A geyser of milk bursts from her nipple, surprising you with the quantity and force of the stream, though it quickly tapers off. Delighted with the perverse display, you move your hand onwards to the next swollen mound, squeezing each in turn until the sand witch’s body is drizzled with white and her prominent nipples are hard as rocks.

You can feel the toy slowly starting to puff up, like one of the fishes from the sea near your village, inflating as if to scare off a predator. Only this is one growing for an entirely different purpose. The witch’s cunt fills with growing jiggly pinkness, and her hands move to her nipples, assisting you in your rather forceful milking. Her legs open wide, as if it would somehow help her with the increasing pressure spreading her cunt. Moaning and twisting under you like a bitch in heat, she’s started to fall under the spell of the aphrodisiacs leaking from the twisted toy.

Releasing her over-sized tits, you begin to play with her love-button with your free hand while maneuvering the toy with your other. She cries out and begins thrashing underneath you, her shining nipples erupting with a torrent of milk. Twitching in your hand, you feel the dildo convulsing as it unloads a potent dose of aphrodisiac into her cunt. Before it can finish, you yank it out and jam it back into her second, neglected cunt, stretching it as wide as the first in one smooth motion while she’s too doped up by orgasm to feel it. Her eyes roll back, then close, her conscious mind totally wiped out by the powerful orgasm.

You wiggle the toy about, enjoying having taken such advantage of your now-unconscious foe. But you have places to be, and you pull out your toy, and head back towards camp, knowing full well you’ll need to relieve some tension after such a hot encounter.

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[Loss: Eating out]

Your wobbly legs give out underneath you as your body’s will to fight evaporates.

The Sand Witch smiles wickedly and intones, “nuf erutuf rof riah ydnas, nus tresed eht sa ydnas.”

You feel a tingling in your scalp, and realize your hair has become a sandy blonde!

The witch whispers into your ear, “I ALWAYS get what I want, dear...” You hear the soft impact of her robe upon the sands and cannot resist a peek at your captor. You turn to behold a curvy, dark-skinned beauty, whose form is dominated by a quartet of lactating breasts. Somewhere in your lust fogged mind you register the top two as something close to double-D’s, and her lower pair to be about C’s. She smiles and leans over you, pushing you to the ground violently.

She turns over you and drops down, planting her slick honey-pot firmly against your mouth. Her scent is strong, overpowering in its intensity. Your tongue darts out for a taste and finds a treasure trove of sticky sweetness. Instinctively you tongue-fuck her, greedily devouring her cunny-juice, shoving your tongue in as far as possible before suckling at her clit. Dimly you feel the milk splattering over you, splashing off you and into the warm desert sands. Everywhere the milk touches feels silky smooth and sensitive, and your hands begin stroking your body, rubbing it in as the witch sprays more and more of it. You lose track of time, orgasming many times, slick and sticky with sexual fluids.