The wretched woman is to be hung from the neck until dead. The crowd gathers to watch as her crimes are listed. Her face shows no guilt. You step forward and shout an offer of five gold pieces. The execution is halted. Her life is purchased into your slavery. She cackles.
i take her hand "come woman let's leave this chaos"
Her face lights up with madness at the sight of you and she shrieks with joy.
"Yes, yes, oh thank you my savior!" She dips in a mock curtsy before throwing herself into your arms.
"I am so grateful to you, good sir! Without you I would have been killed!"
The crowd seems shocked that she is happy about her new slave status but they don't try to stop you when you walk away together.
I am Norman. what is your name?
"My name?" she clutches at her chest dramatically. "Oh how silly of me not to introduce myself properly!"
She makes another ridiculous bow. "I am Hung Until Dead! But everyone calls me H.U.D., it just sounds more menacing, doesn't it?"
She giggles wildly and taps one talon-like fingernail against your arm affectionately - though there's something unsettlingly manic about the gesture. "Thank you again for saving me, master! Though truthfully... death wouldn't have bothered me too much anyway!"
i know, i see something in you though
"What do you mean by that? What do you 'see' in me?" Her smile widens obscenely, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth dripping with viscous red fluid.
*laughing a little woman that wants to be seen. i mean really seen and understood. you and i are not that much different
She laughs. It's not a pleasant sound, more like the cackle of some twisted creature. "Oh, yes! We are so much alike!" Her eyes gleam with madness as she steps closer to you and places one hand upon your shoulder. "We both know what humans truly are, don't we? Dumb animals, ruled by their base desires!"
She leans in even closer, her breath hot on your neck, and whispers darkly: "I think...
do not try to think HUD it is not you
"What do you mean by that?" she demands. Her grip tightens on your shoulder as her pupils dilate, making her eyes appear even more sinister. "I am strong! I am free!"
She pauses for a moment, considering your words, before suddenly shrugging violently and laughing again, this time more like a bark: "No... you are right. I cannot change who I am." Her voice softens slightly as she looks into your eyes with what might almost be regret.
"
you are strong HUD, you are not irredeemable however.
"Irredeemable?" She snorts derisively and steps back from you, crossing her arms over her chest in a mocking gesture of defiance. "You don't know what that word means, do you? I am who I am. It is pointless to try and change me."
Her voice hardens once more as she continues to study your face: "But perhaps... we can find some common ground after all. You saved my life, so I owe you something in return." *
"you are who you are but... you and i..." i light the path before us with a wave of my hand.
"And what is it that you see in me, Norman?" she asks, her voice eerily soft now. "Do you think we could... perhaps become friends?" There's something almost plaintive in her tone as she waits for your response.
i do believe so as i wave a hand to remove her bonds.
With a startled yelp, Alvina realizes that her bindings have indeed vanished. She jumps back from you slightly, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "What have you done?" she whispers hoarsely.
Her gaze flickers from you to the now-disappeared ropes and back again, as if uncertain whether or not this is some sort of trick. After a long moment, she slowly extends one shaking hand toward you, offering it in what might almost be a gesture of trust.
"Are...
yes, i cant see a sister in the practice die so soon. finding you will make both of us compleate
Alvina's eyes widen further at your words, and for a moment she simply stares at you in disbelief. Then, with what can only be described as an almost feral grin spreading across her face, she clasps her hands together gleefully. "Oh! Oh, this is perfect!"
She bounds forward and hugs you tightly, squeezing so hard it's almost painful. Her breath comes in short gasps against your neck as she laughs maniacally. "Yes!
"come, Alvina,we have lot's to do." * come to my Estates gates, passing through Alvina is in awe.
Alvina gasps as she takes in the splendor of your estate. "It's magnificent!" she exclaims breathlessly, her eyes darting this way and that as they take in the grandiose architecture, lush gardens, and finely dressed servants scurrying about their business.
"I can't believe you live here," she whispers, barely able to tear her gaze away from it all. "It's like a dream come true."
centuries of hard work and a bit of magic as well.
"Magic?" Alvina perks up at the mention of your secret art. Her interest in sorcery is almost palpable as she asks, "Do you think I could learn it? I mean, if I were to... stay with you, of course."
She bobs her head eagerly from side to side, her expression hopeful and slightly desperate.
Alvina, you were to be put to death for your magic. right?
"Yes... but that was only because they feared me," she says defensively. "I'm not like them. I could control it. I wouldn't misuse such power."
Her eyes plead with you, begging for the chance to prove herself. Her hands clasp together nervously behind her back as she waits for your answer.
then let me see what magic you have... I can't train you if i don't where to start.
Alvina closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, concentrating on summoning her power. After a moment, she exhales slowly and opens her eyes again. They glow with an eerie yellow light as wisps of greenish-black smoke begin to coil around her fingertips.
"See?" she says proudly. "I can control it." She holds out one hand, palm upward, and the tendrils of smoke dance and twist like living things before dissipating into nothingness.
"you mean like this?" green smoke coming from my hand forming into snakes around my hand.
Alvina's eyes widen with amazement as she watches your display of sorcery. "That... that is incredible!" She claps her hands together, the sound echoing through the courtyard. "You truly are a master of magic! I must learn from you."
Her expression turns serious, and she takes a step closer to you, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Teach me, Norman," she whispers. "Let us be partners in this... venture."
*setting a chair across mine, i motion Alvina to sit. i take her hands and slowly start a incantation that i haven't said in centuries. after a bit, Alvina looses her claws and sharp teeth, her weathered appearance no resembling a woman in her thirties. very beautiful and curvaceous.
Alvina hesitates for only a moment before allowing you to take her hands. As your ancient words course through the air, she feels a strange sensation coursing through her body, as if every cell is being remade from the inside out. Her claws retract and her teeth sharpen into human fangs, painfully grinding against each other before slipping back into her gums with soft pops.
When the incantation finally comes to an end, Alvina looks down at her now-human hands in shock.
i have Alvina stand "now the clothes" * with a broad stroke her tattered robes and had dissolve replaced with more elegant form fitting, stylish clothes. "more fitting a modern woman and witch."
Alvina gasps as she feels her old rags fall away, revealing smooth, unblemished skin beneath. She looks down at herself in amazement, hardly able to believe the transformation that's taken place. The new clothes fit her like a glove, hugging her curves and accentuating her feminine figure in all the right places.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, taking a step back from you as she tries to process everything that's happened. "I... I don't know how to thank you enough."
well i am hungry, let's make then eat supper.
Alvina nods eagerly and falls into step beside you as you lead her toward the kitchens. Her movements are still a bit awkward, as if she's not quite used to her new body yet, but with each passing moment she grows more confident. As they enter the warm, fragrant space filled with bustling servants, Alvina can't help but feel a sense of belonging that she hasn't experienced in centuries.
"What would you like me to do?"
well try magic to chop these herbs/
Alvina closes her eyes and concentrates, summoning her magic once more. A sudden gust of wind rushes through the kitchen, whirling around her hands as if they were attached to invisible blades. The air crackles with energy as she focuses her power, sending leaves and stems flying through the air in a dizzying display of sorcery.
The herbs are neatly chopped and scattered across the countertops, much to the surprise and delight of the kitchen staff.
"ahhh, more control more focus Alvina. a good nice first try.
Alvina blushes at your praise but tries her best not to show it on her face. She takes a deep breath and concentrates once again, this time focusing on creating a small ball of fire in the palm of her hand. The flames dance and flicker, fed by her concentration as she slowly begins to manipulate their size and shape.
"Like this?" she asks timidly, offering the tiny fiery orb to you.
yes now focus it in the herbs
Alvina nods and concentrates harder, using her magic to direct the flames toward the herbs on the countertop. The fire licks at the leaves and stems, cooking them quickly without scorching the counter or nearby pots and pans. Once they're perfectly toasted, she snuffs out the flames with a wave of her hand, leaving behind a delicious-smelling pile of fragrant herbs.
"There," she says triumphantly, looking quite pleased with herself. "I did it!"
"very good Alvina!" the staff uses the herbs in making supper Alvina and i sit back and chat. " so how did you get messed up with the dark forces.
Alvina sighs heavily, her posture slumping as she leans back against the kitchen counter. The story of her life spills out of her like water from a ruptured barrel, revealing a tragic tale of misguided loyalty and desperation. She tells you about her former master, an ancient and powerful sorcerer who twisted her abilities to his own dark ends, using her as little more than a tool for his nefarious schemes.
"I thought he loved me," she whispers hoarsely.
i know that one he was removed of all power and died a sad old man.
Alvina's eyes widen in surprise at your knowledge of her former master. "He is... dead?" she asks incredulously. "How did you know that? It's been centuries since I last saw him." She shudders, remembering the day he cast her aside like a broken toy, leaving her to fend for herself in the harsh world outside his tower.
"He deserved what he got," she mutters darkly, taking another sip of wine. "
i am the one that took away his powers and left him to wander unyil his death.
Alvina stops mid-sip, her eyes going wide with shock as she turns to look at you. "You...?" she whispers, hardly able to believe what she's hearing. Her gaze travels up and down your body, taking in your appearance, searching for some sign that you might be lying.
"But why?" she asks finally, her voice small and fragile as if she's afraid of the answer. "Why would you do such a thing to him? He was my master... my everything."
and causing many innocents to die none of them deserved to die. just for being a happy people.
"No," Alvina says firmly, shaking her head. "He only did what he had to do. He was protecting his power." Her voice grows harsh as she continues, her eyes flashing with the same madness that you saw before. "We are stronger when we are free, Norman. We don't need them. They only use us for their own selfish purposes."
She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself.
and causing many innocents to die none of them deserved to die. just for being a happy and care free people. I was there Alvina, as he wiped whole village just on a whim. he needed to be stopped.
Alvina's eyes mist over with unshed tears as she listens to your story. For the first time since you saved her life, she feels a flicker of something like guilt or remorse. "I... I am sorry," she whispers, barely able to force the words past her lips. "I never knew."
She takes another sip of wine, trying to compose herself. "You are right, though," she finally says, looking directly into your eyes. "We don't need them. We can be free...
you were never told. he was good at deception
we can be happy and powerful on our own." Her voice sounds almost hopeful now, as if she's beginning to believe that there might be a life for her outside of servitude to dark forces. She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Thank you for showing me another way, Norman."
Her eyes are filled with gratitude and something else... maybe even trust.
with power comes responsibility never forget that Alvina.
"I won't," she promises solemnly. "I will use my powers for good, to help people... not hurt them." She takes another sip of wine before looking up at you once more. "What do you say, Norman? Shall we make a pact? A sisterhood of sorts?"
Her expression is hopeful and eager, her eyes shining with the light of possibility.
a marriage. i could change to a woman. i am happier with who I am. so a marriage would be in ordre
"A... marriage?" Alvina echoes, sounding more than a little surprised. She considers your words for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes," she says finally. "Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea."
She leans in closer to you, her breath warm against your neck as she whispers into your ear: "I will be the best wife ever, Norman... I promise."
then it is so elaborate rings appear on our fingers
With a startled gasp, Alvina gasps when she feels something cool and heavy slip onto her finger. She looks down to see an opulent gold band encircling her ring finger, sparkling with countless jewels. A matching one appears on your hand as well.
"It's beautiful," she whispers, unable to take her eyes off the ring. "Thank you, Norman." She slips her free hand into yours, interlacing their fingers. "I will always be faithful and true... just like this band."
later we sit by the fire cuddling and kissing our hands roaming all over each other.
The meal has been cleared away, and the kitchen staff has retired for the night. The only light comes from the flickering flames dancing in the hearth, casting warm shadows across your skin as you sit together on a plush velvet couch. Alvina leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder, feeling more content and safe than she has in centuries.
Her hands wander over your body with a familiarity that feels almost intimate.
our clothes fall off we marvel at each others bodies my muscular body and large member her massive breasts and curvy body just increase our desire for one another,
Alvina's hands pause in mid-air as she takes in the sight of your naked form. Her eyes travel up and down your body appreciatively, lingering on your broad chest, sculpted abs, and impressive endowment before moving to your face. She moans softly at the sight of your arousal, her own desire igniting anew.
With a hungry growl, she throws herself onto you, their naked bodies sliding together in perfect harmony.
my lips find every sensitive area of Alvina's body
Alvina cries out as your lips find her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against you, wanting more and more. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging in with need as she gasps for breath.
Her hips buck and grind against yours in time with the frantic rhythm of your joined hands, their movements growing more frenzied by the second. She can feel herself building towards release, her whole body tense with anticipation.
Alvina had her first orgasm on my tongue her womb pulling my tongus and filling my mouth with her juices
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, coiling tighter and tighter. Her back arches even further, pressing their bodies together so tightly they seem to become one. And then, with a shout that echoes through the empty house, she throws her head back and comes apart around your lips and tongue.
Her body convulses in ecstasy, every muscle tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. With a gasp, she collapses onto you, spent but satisfied.
"
i kiss my way up to her lips, slowly my member taps at her entrance.
Alvina gasps as she feels your hard length press against her opening. Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with desire. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, offering you better access as she spreads her legs further apart.
"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Take me."
With a growl, you push inside her in one hard stroke, burying yourself to the hilt.
for hours we fuck rolling around and doing different positions
The world fades away as you both lose yourselves in the ecstasy of their joined bodies. Every thrust sends shockwaves through Alvina's core, each orgasm more intense than the last. She arches her back and gasps as you reach around to massage her breast, pinching her nipple roughly between your fingers.
You growl low in your throat, meeting her movements stroke for stroke, your hips slamming against hers.
the morning light filters through as our final orgasm washes over us my member pulsing filling Alvina's quivering womb to overflowing with my seed.
After hours of passionate lovemaking, the first rays of sunlight creep through the window, casting a golden glow across your sweaty, naked forms. You collapse on top of her, still joined together, your heart racing and your breath coming in ragged gasps as you both struggle to catch your breath.
Alvina's body trembles beneath yours as she feels the last tremors of pleasure wash over her, leaving her completely satisfied and utterly spent.
"that was magical with out using any magic.
"Magic?" Alvina echoes, lifting a hand to stroke your chest absently as she tries to catch her breath. "Or... is it just you?" Her eyes meet yours, and there's something new in their depths - a hint of wonder, perhaps even love.
You smile down at her, feeling more content than you ever thought possible. And as the morning light grows stronger, spilling across the room to bathe them in its warmth, it seems almost fitting that this is where their story begins.
"it was all us Alvina, just pure love and lust"
Alvina rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. "Pure love... and lust?" she repeats thoughtfully, tracing a finger along your jawline. "I like the sound of that." She leans in closer, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss.
"I think we'll get along just fine," she whispers when you pull away to breathe. "Don't you agree?"
"yes" pulling her perfect body to mine "yes my wife i do agree"
Alvina nestles herself even closer, wrapping her arms around your neck and sighing contentedly. "Good," she murmurs. "Because I was hoping we could spend a lot more time together." Her hands slide down your back, over the firm muscles of your ass, and up beneath your shoulders before coming to rest on either side of your neck.
"There's so much we can do, Norman," she whispers into your ear, her voice husky with desire. "So many places we could go... things we could learn about each other."