Ryla shot into the night sky, her sleek, powerful figure silhouetted against the moon. She somersaulted over a boulder and landed in a low crouch, one of her thick, powerful legs extended for balance. She held her sword high next to her ear, it’s blue-gray steel flashing in the moonlight. She held her breath, listening for the slightest movement.

Nothing but crickets and her own heart pounding in her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“All clear! You guys can come up now!”

A minute later, Bron’s large, bald head appeared over the rim of the rocky hilltop, gouts of blood staining his otherwise shining armor.

“Gods and demons!” he huffed. “If I ever see another manticore cub in the town market, I swear I’ll slaughter it on sight. Who would have thought the adults would be so ornery!”

As he spoke, Navro vaulted over the ridge a few feet away, landing gracefully next to Ryla, his taught muscles shining with sweat.

“Ah, all’s well that ends well, I say!” Navro crowed, putting his hands on his hips, his great bow and quiver of arrows slung on his back. “In any case, that manticore was hardly any trouble. The annoying part was the goblin hoard we ran into on our way out.”

“Of course, we could have saved ourselves the trouble if our wizard could cast his scry spell right, for once,” Bron grumbled, casting a sour look to the scrawny young mage struggling to clamor up the top of the hill.

“I told you! The spell worked!” Spick whined. “I just got the polarities mixed up and thought they were running away from us instead of towards.”

Bron glared at the puny man half his height. Spick fiddled with the sleeves of his oversized mage’s robe.

“I said I was sorry!” said Spick.

“Why don’t you apologize…to my missing EAR!?” Bron roared, pointing his finger at the bloody piece of flesh that was all that remained of his left ear. Ryla rolled her eyes and brought Bron a piece of cloth smeared with healing balm.

“Don’t get excited or the wound will open again,” she said, pressing the cloth to Bron’s head, her full breasts nearly spilling out of her skimpy leather armor. Spick tried not to look and ended up ogling the statuesque fighter’s alabaster ass in her pleated battle skirt instead.

“I wouldn’t worry about the ear, my friend!” Navro said, unshouldering his quiver and bow. “You were never much for listening anyway. Why not console yourself with the spoils of victory?”

Navro nodded at the great battle axe studded with diamonds strapped to Bron’s wide shoulders.

“You won’t have to fear any more flesh wounds with the Maelstrom Axe by your side.”

Bron sniffed and brusquely took the cloth away from Ryla. “And you, archer? Will you keep the Emerald Bow or sell it for a small fortune?”

Navro smiled, twirling the jewel-encrusted bow around his dexterous hands. “Oh, I think I’ll give it a good spin first before taking this beauty to market. And you, Ryla? What do you intend to do with your share of the…booty?”

Ryla cocked her hip to the side, fixing the archer with a bemused stare. “Hah…funny. Whatever will I do with these stylish dragon-hide boots? That don’t even fit me.”

Navro shrugged. “They should at least fetch a fair price.”

Ryla snorted. “But not as much as the little trinket our wizard got his grubby hands on.”

The group turned to Spick who was staring into his hands at a gold talisman in the shape of an eye, inlaid with a dark red ruby stone. He ran his fingers over the edges possessively before picking his head up, realizing the rest of the party was staring at him.

“What? I was entrusted by my master to recover Kildo’s Eye of Command. It’s what I came for! Who else should get it?”

“Maybe someone who knew how to use their magic correctly,” Bron mumbled under his breath.

“Well, no point arguing over it now,” Navro said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Let’s make camp. We’ll set a watch for the night. First Spick, then Ryla, and finally me.”

A simpering whine escaped Spick’s throat. “Aw, why do I have to get first watch?”

“Because our strongest warrior needs to rest or else risk infection. And if any of the orcs are trailing us, you should be the best person to see them at a distance.” Navro returned, cooly. “So it’d be best if you took the first watch.”

Ryla hoisted her sword over her should, intentionally bumping her hip into Spick’s side.

“And this time, Spickles, use the spy glass instead of the scry spell, hmm?” she said with a belittling smirk and then strolled away to help set up camp.

The party enjoyed a quick meal of dried meat, cheese, and waybread and then settled in for the night as Spick readied himself for watch duty. He clutched his robe closer and began to nervously pace around the camp, jumping at every shadow. After a few laps he glanced around, ensuring no one else was awake and then reached into his robe for the small gold ‘trinket’ that wise men knew to fear. Kildo’s Eye of Command was by far the most powerful artefact held in the manticore’s lair. He should be lucky that he was the only one in the party who knew the mind-controlling talisman for what it is.

At least, he thought he was the only one who knew.

“Nice necklace,” came Ryla’s voice from the shadows. Spick jumped, nearly losing the Eye over the cliff face and then turned to the voluptuous warrior strolling towards him, an inviting smile on her pretty face. “But I’d be careful you don’t lose it in the dark.”

“Oh, believe me,” said Spick. “It’s more than just a pretty necklace. In the wrong hands, this jewel could subjugate an entire nation to the will of a single master.”

“Or Mistress,” Ryla corrected him. Spick shrugged and went back to examining the ruby Eye under the pale moonlight. Ryla stalked closer, her gaze trailing the sparkling gem. “So, do you know how to use it?”

Spick glanced up at Ryla, her ice blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Maybe I do. Does that make you nervous, m’lady?”

Ryla brought her hand to her mouth, overacting her shock.

“Why Spickles! You naughty boy! You wouldn’t use that magic amulet of yours to take advantage of a helpless lady like me, would you?” gasped Ryla, her hand pressing against her cleavage.

Spick blushed and sputtered. “Oh! No! Of course not! I mean, even if I was, I would need the magic incantation to activate it anyway.”

“Don’t you know it?” asked Ryla as one of the straps on her dress slipped off her shoulder.

“I mean, not by heart. It’s…uh…it’s in my spell book.”

Ryla sauntered closer to the wizard, her muscular frame dwarfing him. “Well, don’t you think we ought to test this baby, before you take it back to the Archmage?”

Spick gulped as Ryla let her delicate fingers run through his tousled hair, her large tits almost popping out. She whispered softly into his ear.

“Wouldn’t you like to use it on me? I don’t mind. I think it’s kinda sexy. Why don’t you go get your spell book?”

Ryla ran her tongue over her teeth as she fiddled with the other strap of her top, her breasts dangerously close to escaping the confines of her leather top. Spick gazed at her wide-eyed, his blood rushing through his veins.

Ryla winked flirtatiously. “Wanna see if you can make me take all my clothes off with that silly thing?”

Five minutes later, Spick had returned with his spell book and was urgently leafing through the gilded pages.

“Okay, I think I remember my master explaining this to me…Ah! Here it is!” Spick said, pointing to an obscure incantation.

‘So, whoever wants to use the Eye has to say all of that?” Ryla asked, looking at the strange line of runes and symbols.

“No, anyone holding the Eye can use it by making their victims look at the ruby. This is just the spell to activate it. It doesn’t matter who says it.”

Ryla scooted closer to him, her round haunch pressing into him. “Can you read it for me?”

“I…I’m not…not so sure…”

“What’s the matter?” Ryla asked, “It’s not too advanced for you, is it?”

“Oh, no! No! I… I just don’t know if it’s a good idea…the Archmage told me not to…”

“Hmmm…” Ryla leaned back and hugged her knee close to her chest, her lily-white thigh flashing in the dark. “Y’know, every great wizard in history that I ever read about was always a rule-breaker. They wouldn’t allow their masters to limit them. Isn’t that interesting?”

Spick strained to remember his history. Could she be right?

“And I also hear all of them were irresistible in the sack,” the female warrior purred, tilting her head at Spick.

“Uh…I mean…maybe, but I don’t…”

Spick’s protests were cut off as Ryla grabbed his head, her lips wrapping around his in a deep, passionate kiss. She pulled away slowly, her fingers lightly dancing down his neck.

“Pleassseee…” she purred. “Just for fun.”

Spick went beet red. “Well…uh…okay! Uhmm…” he squinted hard and began to read.

“Furbious absalon ingrecia, heavalum dominacia Kildoan!”

Spick looked up to see Ryla grinning back at him wickedly, Kildo’s Eye of Command clenched in her fist. Spick’s hands shot to his throat as he realized the jewel was no longer around his neck.

“That’s a good boy,” Ryla cooed. “I think that about did the trick. What do you think?” She held the jeweled eye in front of his face. “Is it working?”

Spick whipped his head away, even as the scarlet glow of the Eye called to him.

“N-no! Put that away. You…you don’t know what you’re doing!”

“Oh, but I absolutely do!” Ryla teased, waggling the artefact in front of Spicks’ closed eyes. “And I know I’ll make much better use of this than you or your doddering old Archmage ever could. Now be a nice boy and look deep into the Eye…watch the pretty glow…it’s so beautiful…so entrancing…just look!”

Spick shook his head, his eyes firmly on the ground near Ryla’s feet. He had to concentrate. He had trained for this (poorly). All he had to do was read the spell backwards to stop the Eye. He raised the book to his face.

“Uh! Uhm…Naodlik acai…uhm….aican—” his voice faltered as Ryla’s leather top fell over the open page, the thin fabric that clung to her bust still warm. His eyes drifted up, up, up…

Spick’s mouth dropped open as two glorious, bouncy tits jiggled in front of his face, completely silencing him. He stared in wonder as Ryla swayed her incredible rack back and forth, drawing the horny boy’s gaze as she casually lifted her arms above her head, draping the thin necklace over her shoulders. A dazed smile cross Spick’s face as Ryla’s swinging tits distracted him as he stared straight into the mesmerizing power of Kildo’s Eye. The spell book fell from his hands, hitting the ground with a thud.

“You want this back? Better keep a good eye on it…don’t let me do anything sneaky with it…and don’t let yourself get distracted by my nice, big titties…as you gaze into the Eye… swinging in front of my large, yummy tits…”

The topless warrior watched Spick’s head bob back and forth with the sway of her chest, his eyes vacant and glassy. She stalked closer, making sure to aim the Eye’s irresistible light straight into the horny boy’s face.

“G-g-give…it…back…” Spick practically gurgled. Ryla laughed, giving her chest an extra shake.

“I don’t think you want this back…” Ryla’s words oozed into Spick’s ears. “I think it looks too good right here, sitting between these beauties of mine…you agree, don’t you Spick?...You think I should keep the Eye…not your master…you master doesn’t have tits like these…and I know you love the way my boobies make it so easy to stare deeper and deeper into the pretty, fascinating Eye…”

Spick’s mind was nearly empty, just the echo of Ryla’s words swirling through his vacant, cavernous head.

“I…I…can’t betray my master…my friends…” the wizard said, utilizing every ounce of resistance he could summon.

Ryla gave him a look of genuine surprise and then stepped closer on her long, powerful legs.

“You have a lot more strength than I would have thought,” she said, her chest now an inch from his face, her tits wafting back and forth. “But I think I know someone who can convince you to listen to me.”

She curled her hand through Spick’s robes until she found his bulging shaft pressing painfully against his breeches. She slid the flimsy cloth down over his hips and tugged his cock out into the night air. Spick’s eyes glowed red with the reflected light of the Eye as Ryla slowly squeezed and stroked his raging boner.

“You have no power to defy me…all your power is in the palm of my hands…stroking and teasing this horny prick of yours…letting all your strength gather here in your balls…between my fingers…”

She stroked him while fondling his balls. Spick nearly collapsed, held on his feet only by Ryla’s strong hands pulling his junk.

“You are lost to the Eye. Say it.”

“…I am lost…to the Eye…” he mumbled, his eyes stuck in the creamy valley of Ryla’s cleavage.

“And you know you must obey whoever wields the Eye… So, who do you obey, silly boy?”

“Y-y-yoouu…” he said, a dreamy smile crossing his face as he felt his will melt away.

“Yessss…” Ryla hissed as she pulled Spick’s head into her cleavage, giving him three quick tugs on his cock. The young man sighed in blissful surrender while Ryla whispered into his ear with her cherry lips.

“Now, listen very carefully…”   

“Quick! Follow me!” Spick yelled as he charged down the sloping hillside on the other side of camp. “I have it trapped in a cave down the ravine!”

Behind him raced Bron and Navro, their weapons clutched in their hands They had awoke to Spick shouting at the top of his lungs for help, but it took another minute before the pair realized the wizard was actually serious.

“How did a troll manage to sneak up on you like that?” Bron hollered. “You should have heard it a mile off!”

“It must have been hiding when we got here!” Spick shouted. “It doesn’t matter. You have to hurry! It took Ryla!”

“Impossible!” Navro said, jogging next to the wizard through the dense trees. “She’s the most skilled fighter of us all!”

“I beg to differ!” Bron huffed.

Spick stopped in front of a mountainous wall of gray-black rock, a large circular patch in the stone marking the sealed entrance to the cave.

“I managed to seal it shut in there,” Spick said, pointing to the disheveled rock face. “It must still be in there.”

“With Ryla?” Navro asked, his eyes widening with concern. Spick nodded gravely.

Navro slung the Emerald Bow off his shoulder and notched an arrow in the string. He nodded to Bron who hefted his axe.

“Do it, wizard!” Navro ordered. “Open the cave so I can add fresh troll hide to my share of the bounty!”

Spick planted his feet and inhaled deeply, feeling ancient strength course through him. A ghostly light washed over the rocks as he lifted his arms, the granite boulders rolling out of the way at his unspoken command.

The trio of warriors peered warily into the dark mouth of the cave, ready for anything.

“Show yourself!” Spick yelled into the abyss. “We three stand ready!”

Navro could barely wonder at Spick’s uncharacteristic show of bravado before Ryla’s throaty voice came from the depths.

“Well done, Spickles…And now my three boys are all lined up for me to play with…”

Ryla’s waspish silhouette appeared out of the gloom, her face and features cloaked in shadows. Navro lowered his bow, but his hair still stood on end.

“Ryla? Are you hurt, lass? Spick told us you had been attacked by troll.”

“I know. He lied,” said Ryla carefree, the outlines of her hands held oddly over her body. “I made him bring you here so I could show you…this…”

Ryla opened her hands, flooding the gloomy cave with a pulsing red glow. The light filled the air and seemed to envelop Navro’s vision, coloring his thoughts a lusty red. He peered through the glare searching for the source of the light, until his eyes rested on the glaring red stone resting on Ryla’s chest, demanding his attention…his respect…

“That’s right, boys…” Ryla encouraged them, “just keep your eyes on the pretty light…so easy to watch…”

Suddenly, Navro felt his instincts kick in and he forced himself to look away. He glanced sideways to see Bron staring wide-eyed into the light, struggling to resist with every muscle in his body except his mind.

Spick, on the other hand, didn’t look like he was resisting at all. He was staring mindlessly at the mesmerizing red glow, a vacant smile on his lips.

“What is this?!” Navro growled at Spick. “You sold us out, wizard!”

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Ryla said, stepping forward out of the gloom. Navro could see her face smiling wickedly back at him, her hands pressed over either side of her bare chest, holding the glowing gem in her plunging cleavage. “He didn’t stand a chance once I took the Eye from him. I’m guess I’m just too easy to look at.”

She raised her eyebrow suggestively at Navro. “Wouldn’t you agree, archer? I know you like catching peeks up my apron…or down my top at my full…womanly…bust…”

She jumbled her breasts under her hands, tempting Navro to turn his eyes back to the enchanted Ruby. The archer swallowed nervously as he noticed that Ryla’s delicate hands were the only thing covering her ample breasts.

“You won’t be able to ensnare me so easily!” Navro said, raising his bow again. “One more move and I will shoot you where you stand, wench!”

“Really? Well, okay…” She lifted her arms straight into the air, letting her glorious, naked tits swing into view. “I surrender.”

The archer whipped his face away, resisting the pull her tits and the glowing Eye had on his mind.

“Oh, don’t be like that…” Ryla teased, shaking her chest. “The other boys like my big, sexy boobs, don’t you boys?”

“Yessss…” Two voices droned in unison. Bron had ceased trying to resist and was fawning over Ryla with the same insipid grin as Spick, both of their eyes locked on Ryla’s magical glowing rack.

“That’s what I like to hear…you are so open to my words, boys…so willing and able to do my bidding…so eager to give me anything I ask for…aren’t you, slaves?”

Bron and Spick nodded excitedly, their eyes bouncing up and down with the jiggle of Ryla’s boobs. “Yesss…do your bidding…give you anything you want…” they chanted.

“Good…” Ryla gave a sidelong look to Navro. The archer kept his gaze off Ryla, but was still too off balance to flee back to camp. Ryla skipped closer to him, darting to either side of him, her voice disorienting the hero.

“Aww…don’t get upset,” she teased. “It’s just going to make you more tired and more tired…I bet you’re feeling very tired already, Navro…so tired…so weak…just give in…gaze at my pretty, feminine form…it’s so relaxing…so soothing to just stare at the shiny Eye between my lovely, big breasts…I know you want to watch…all you boys could never keep your horny eyes off me…and now you’re going to get the eyeful you always wanted…”

She swayed and danced to a silent tune that thrummed through the men’s bodies, lingering down below between their legs. Navro could feel his cock filling up by the second. He knew he was losing more of his will every minute he spent ogling Ryla’s bouncing chest, but it just felt so good, so easy and natural to stare at the big, pretty tits bathed in the soft red light.

“Aww…I bet you horny guys are getting really hot and bothered…watching me trot around with my big tits out…and the pretty Eye sucking out your minds…maybe you should give yourself some relief. Why don’t you just touch yourselves for me, boys? I know how much you want to stroke those aching cocks to my tits…to the Eye.”

She turned her attention to Spick, her unlikely accomplice, floating in his private dreamland of subservience.

“Or maybe I should say MY Eye…Go on, Spickles. Tell us all what will happen when you finally touch that aching, magic staff of yours?

The young wizard spoke from the bottom of a deep pit, his will completely sapped from his voice. “We-we’re going to…be trapped…in a spell of never-ending lust…you made me teach you the spell…”

“And what a surprisingly knowledgeable teacher you turned out to be!” Ryla said, favoring him with an extra jiggle, her pink nipples dancing like sprites. “Now give yourself a little treat and jerk it for me…”

Spick’s hand trembled closer and closer to his cock. He huffed as his survival instincts kicked in

“Can’t...won’t ever stop…we’ll be…helpless…”

“Oh, honey,” Ryla fawned, “You’re horny boys losing your minds over a great pair of tits. You’re already helpless!”

She aimed the glowing eye in her cleavage at Bron.

“Isn’t that, right big, bad Bron?” She lilted as she jiggled her tits. The powerful man broke and tore off the leather belt holding up his pants. He threw his chain mail aside and let his firm, stout member out, spitting onto his hand before running his fist up and down his shaft, his eyes as empty as a mindless bull.

“And what about you, Spickles,” Ryla shrugged her silky shoulders at the mage. With a dopey grin, Spick whipped out his cock, already hard and swollen and began rubbing himself to Ryla command. She laughed, gloating at her power over the men, and then turned her attention to Navro.

“Your turn, strong guy,” she said, stepping closer. Navro clenched his jaw. He could feel her seductive influence invading his thoughts, driving him insane with desire, a desire to feel pleasure. He held on desperately to the last vestiges of his will, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off those swinging, bouncing tits. Two delicious pink nipples bouncing up and down…swinging side to side…

“Up and down again…so soothing…so exciting… you can’t resist it, Navro dear… The Eye of Command puts the strongest will to sleep…my huge tits make it so easy to give me what I want. That makes sense, doesn’t it? Don’t you like doing what a pretty girl wants…making her smile… making her day just a little bit better so you maybe get an extra peek at her lovely goodies?”

Ryla leaned forward, her tits almost brushing Navro’s face. The archer was too entranced to do anything other than stare and drool, his hand begging to unleash his cock.

“And now I’m giving you three the whole show… my two big, sexy, bouncy boobies for you to enjoy… and all I want is for you to give yourself pleasure for me… I want you to do it… and you love to do what a pretty girl with big, heavy titties wants…”

She squeezed her breasts together, her plunging cleavage adorned with the hypnotic Eye.

“…Pleeeeaasseee…” she cooed.

Navro felt like the ground gave way beneath him and before he realized it, he had torn off his pants and was urgently jacking off his girthy, hard cock in his fist.

“There!” Ryla said, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her chest in triumph. “Three horny boys jerking their stupid minds away. I’d say this new necklace of mine was worth the trouble.”

Ryla smiled and sauntered over to Bron, swaying her naked hips as she walked. The big man was smiling like an idiot, drool streaming down his chin as he pumped himself to the vision of Ryla’s tits.

“Well, looks like your hands are busy,” Ryla said, flicking the tip of his cock with a single finger. He bucked and giggled stupidly. “I think those hands are just too full to carry that big weapon of yours. I think I should hold onto it for you. And I know you won’t mind if I take it to town and pawn it off to the highest bidder, would you, big guy?”

Bron gurgled and shook his head, eagerly following Ryla’s every word. She smiled sweetly and plucked the twenty-pound axe from his unresisting fingers.

“Thanks, dum dum!” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, letting him get an enticing whiff of her cleavage. She smirked, tweaking her pink nipple with her fingernail. “Why don’t you take a load off?...Now!”

With that, Bron’s dick spasmed, shooting ropes of jizz onto the ground. The man’s eyes rolled back and he sank to his knees, his hand slick with his own juices.

“Take a breather, big boy! You’ll be back on your feet after you’ve had a little nap.” Ryla planted herself in front of Navro. “And what about you, archer?” 

The tall, dashing heroic man looked like he had physically shrunk in his submission, his body slumping forward as he continued to stroke his cock. “Do you really think you’re going to get a chance to use that silly Emerald Bow of yours after this?”

Ryla watched the seed of doubt take root in Navro’s vulnerable mind. She heaved her breasts closer to his face, his gaze tumbling into the glowing void of the Eye.

“Actually, I don’t think you even remember how to use a bow…” Ryla’s voice seemed to vibrate from the Eye, her words searing into Navro’s brain. “No, all your skill, your power, all of that is draining down into those heavy balls of yours, isn’t it? Yes, every lesson you’ve ever learned, every trick and skill of yours is dropping out of your brain and swelling up in those big, full balls…”

Ryla reached down to gently pat the underside of Navro’s ball sack, making the strong man whimper.

“There’s no way you could use the Emerald Bow, not after you cum all your skill out of your big, stiff cock…won’t be long now…just keep gazing into the Eye…into my tits…and…just… like…that…”

SNAP!

Navro cried in pleasure as his load burst forth, his thick white seed splattering onto the stone floor. The more he came, the lighter his head felt as a pleasant fog descended over him. A pretty voice told him to hand over his bow. He smiled, happy to do whatever the pretty girl asked of him. She leaned forward, her warm breasts jiggling in his face as the pretty girl told him he should sleep for two days and not wake up.

Navro felt a lead curtain drop over his eyes and he sank into a pool of sleep.

Ryla hoisted her new bow over her shoulder. It would make a worthy weapon. She would probably keep it, for now. She left Bron and Navro snoring happily on the ground and walked over to Spick, still mindlessly running his hand up and down his cock.

“Hmm…it seems I already got everything I wanted out of you,” Ryla said, fingering Kildo’s Eye in her cleavage. “And after I go back and take you and your buddies’ gold, I’ll have taken everything you owned. But hey, I bet these were worth it!”

She jumbled her breasts again. Spick squealed in frustration.

“But, since you’ve been so, sooo nice to me. I’m going to give you a treat!” Ryla swayed on her hips as the Eye increased in intensity. Spick helplessly watched under the Eye’s influence.

“My words are the truth! Everything I say you will seem real to you…I am down between your legs…look and see me…I am kneeling between your legs….”

Spick glanced down and gaped in disbelief. He knew Ryla was standing and talking to him, but right then he saw her exact double looking up and him, his cock pointed straight at her throat.

“Feel my breasts around you…”

The Ryla kneeling in front of him grasped his cock and slid it straight into her plunging cleavage. The wizard thought his head would explode as he coursed with pleasure. The ghost Ryla began rocking her chest back and forth…back…and forth…

Ryla, the real Ryla, beamed cruelly at the young wizard, his mind lost in the intense glamour she had cast on him. He was already completely broken under her power, but she felt a naughty satisfaction leaving Spick with a little dream to haunt him.

“Spick, you will enjoy yourself as you listen to my words…listen and obey, Spick…”

“I listen…and obey…” the wizard replied. His hands were off his penis now, but the hard rod was now thrusting lewdly through the air as the imaginary Ryla titty fucked his brains out.

“Good…After I snap my fingers you will count to twenty in your head…no need to worry about anything other than the big, soft tits around your cock. Once twenty seconds has passed, you will use your magic to close up the cave. So easy, no reason to think about it. You will close up the cave with you and the other bozos inside. Then, you will snap your staff in two over you knee.”

Spick’ face contorted into either sheer agony or wild ecstasy. It didn’t matter.

“Once your staff breaks, you will cum like a geyser all over my big tits and then your will pass out. Sleep for two full days…understand?”

“Y-y-yes!” Spick moaned.

Ryla wrapper her arms around his neck, giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. “Count to twenty, love.”

Ryla was already halfway up the hill, her top once again supporting her large breasts, when she heard the cave close. She held her breath and listened, pleased to hear the faint snap of the wizard’s staff followed by a howl of pleasure.

She sighed with self-satisfaction. In two days’ time, the wizard and the others would wake up finding themselves trapped in a cave. By the time they found a way out (if they did) she would be long gone with her new bow and bags full of gold and on her way to the royal city. She had a bone to pick with the arrogant king who had wiped out her nation when she was just a child, the same day she vowed to master the sword. She had sought an audience with the king before and had been flatly refused.

She ran her fingers along the gold edge of the Eye of Command resting elegantly in her creamy breasts. For some reason, she had a feeling her next visit to the palace would go very differently indeed.