Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2009 07:22:42 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: warrior realm-8

[READER'S NOTE; The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and
warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a
young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical minotaur
(Hoof), as they search for self...]

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WARRIOR REALM
Chapter-8/WITCH MOUNTAIN

	The Ogre rested a knife in the hot coals of his heated fire,
sterilizing the tip as he prepared to help Hoof heal his wounds. The
ageless Minotaur had been shot by multiple arrows in an assassin attempt by
order of the Queen of Newtonian, for what she believed were crimes against
the Royal Family and conspiring in the kidnapping of her husband The King.
	Nomad and Liam stood nearby, watching to make sure the Ogre did
nothing to cause more harm to their friend, they were not fully convinced
he was on their side.

"Here Warrior..." said the Maiden Joy (fiancée to Prince Vincent) as she
presented a small but thick tree branch to the Minotaur. "...you may want
to bite down on this when Vincent burns you with the hot knife!"
	Hoof opened his mouth as the Maiden placed the stick diagonally
between his teeth.

"Are you ready, Barbarian...?" asked the Ogre, ready to perform the
surgery.

"Yes!" answered Nomad, stepping up to service.

"When I tell you to, pull the arrows from your friend's wounds as fast as
you can! It will hurt him, but the quickness is necessary to minimize the
amount of blood he will lose!"

"I'm ready...!" assured Nomad, getting into position as the Ogre pulled the
red tipped blade from the coals.

"Now!" he yelled, as Nomad yanked the first arrow from Hoof's side. Blood
spouted out the wound like a fountain before the Ogre placed the Blade
directly onto the wound.

"AAAAAARRRHHHHHH...!!!" screamed Hoof as the hot knife seared into his
flesh, effectively sealing the wound. Hoof bite down on the tree branch,
his teeth digging into the thick wood as the pain hit.
	The Ogre replaced the knife into the coals, heating it up red hot
again before moving onto the second wound. Hoof bit down on the stick,
shattering it into splinters as the skin was seared shut. After several
more operations (7 total), the surgery was done. The Maiden Joy covered
Hoof in a blanket, allowing him to rest after anointing his sores with
nectar from nearby healing plants.

"Your friend needs rest now..." she said as Nomad knelt by his friend's
side, gently stroking the Minotaur's long wooly hair from his sweaty brow.

"Okay..." said Nomad, leaving Hoof to rest as he stood up and faced his new
hosts. "...while he sleeps, how about telling us what happened to YOU?"
asked Nomad, referring to the Ogre.

"I'm not really sure myself..." said the 10 foot tall giant, looking down
on Nomad. "I woke up one morning trapped in this body...! When I tried to
say something to the Guardsmen, they attacked me on sight, thinking I was
the Ogre trying to attack the Royal Family! I..., escaped into the forest
and hid, hoping I would wake up in my own bed to find this all a bad dream!
But I never woke up..., the dream was real! Then one day I saw me...or the
man pretending to be me, riding horseback with Joy! I...I couldn't bare to
watch them together, allowing her to think he was me! So I..."

"So you snatched her from her horse and kidnapped her..., just like you did
the King!" said Nomad, feeling little sympathy. He wasn't exactly sure if
he could truly believe the monster's story or not.

"My father lay dying in that Tower..., and NO ONE was doing anything to
help him!" yelled the Ogre, emotionally. "I needed to see him..., before he
died! I needed to see if there was anything I could do for him!"

"And was there...?" asked Nomad, curiously.

"Yes..., he died with dignity..., surrounded by people who loved him!" said
the Ogre, a lone tear falling from his discolored eye.

"And..., where is the King now...?" asked Nomad.

"He is here...!" said the Maiden Joy, showing Nomad to the corner of the
tree house where they kept the King's remains. "He died shortly after
Vincent brought him here..." she announced, pealing back the giant leaves
they wrapped him in. "We wrapped him in Palmaletto Leaves..., they will
preserve his remains until he can have a proper burial at the Palace!"

"The King's dead...?" asked Nomad, crouching down over the body.

"Yes..., and as soon as the Royals find out, they will name the man
impersonating me as King in his place! We must make sure that does not
happen!"

"And how are we supposed to do that...?" asked Nomad, "...our weapons are
back in the Castle..., surely they have confiscated them by now!"

"I don't know..." admitted the Ogre, perplexed.

"I want to know who is the man impersonating you...?" asked Liam. "And why
hasn't your step mother the Queen realized it yet?"

"I don't know that either...!" admitted the Ogre. "The Maiden Joy and I
have been wrecking our brains trying to think who inside Newtonian would
want to betray us so?"

"Who would have the most to gain with you out of the way...?" asked Nomad.

"The Queen...!" answered the Ogre. "She would inherit the entire kingdom as
if the only heir if not for the imposter impersonating me!

"Let's assume the Queen knows the Prince is an imposter..., what do you
know of your step mother...?" asked Nomad, curiously.

"Not much..." recalled the Ogre. "...she was my mother's helper..., she
aided her when she became sickened with a strange disease, a disease which
rendered my mother bedridden for nearly a year! After my mother died, she
took care of father..., then they courted, and married soon after!"

"Did your step mother ever participate in witchery...?" asked Nomad. "My
companion Liam is a Magician and he's made reference to sensing a great
deal of power in her!"

"It's true!" said Liam.

"Witchery..., as in Sorcery...?" asked the Ogre. "Not that I am aware
of...!"

"Whoever turned you into the Ogre must have used black magic as their
spell!" surmised Nomad. "If only we knew how to counter it...!"

"I know someone who might be able help...!" said the Maiden Joy.

"Really darling..., who...??" asked the Ogre.

"The Witches of Witch Mountain!" answered the Maiden.

"Witches...??!" cringe Nomad, recalling his last encounter with a witch
(chp-1).

"THEY would know how to change you back! They know everything!" added the
Maiden.

"But travel to the Mountain is more than a day's journey, and we have no
horses...!" reminded the Ogre.

"It's for Newtonian, my love...!" reminded the Maiden, bringing courage
back to her lover's heart.

"The Maiden is right!" declared the Ogre, bravely. "I will journey to Witch
Mountain alone and retrieve that which I seek!"

"We'll go with you!" insisted Nomad.

"We will...?" asked Liam.

"Your friend is in no shape for such a journey..." said the Maiden,
kneeling over Hoof to place a dampened cloth to his forehead. "...I will
stay behind and tend to his wounds!"

"Then it is settled..., we leave before dawn!" stated the Ogre.

		** ** ** ** **

	The journey to Witch Mountain was east of the city. Nomad, Liam,
and the Ogre left an hour before the sun rose, making the first mile of
their journey through the river to hide their tracks from Hunters that have
sought for them. The journey would be a day by horseback, on foot it was at
least two days journey. They took leaves, berries, and water to aid their
trip. During the long walk through the hot blaring sun and through the
chilly cold of night, Nomad and Liam told the Ogre about their Qwest, and
how they met. The Ogre was deeply intrigued by their bond, despite the
short time they had known each other. He offered his aid in their Qwest
should his plan to regain his human form fail. As the Ogre, he had
considerable power that the adventurers could find useful. Nomad and Liam
welcomed the Ogre's aid should he no longer have a place in Newtonian.

	It was midway through their journey that the Ogre sensed something
array. He stopped his two companions, preparing them for something unseen,
when sudden out of nowhere came The Slayer (last seen in chap-4). Branding
his weapons (his axe and his machete), he charged the three travelers with
intent to kill.

"Who is this man...?!?" asked the Ogre, diving out of the way of the
attack. "Is he one of my Hunters...?"

"Worse..., he's the Slayer! The sworn enemy of Hoof!" yelled Nomad, diving
as well. With no weapons, they had no real way of fighting him.
	The Slayer somersaulted through the air, landing on his feet as his
eyes quickly scanned the trio...

"Where is Hoof...?!" he asked, looking for his true target.

"He's not here...!" said Liam, standing to the far side. "...but we'll be
sure to tell him that you're looking for him...!"

"Ulf..., do you take me for a fool? Take me to him now, or die!" ordered
the Slayer.

"But he isn't...!" started Liam.

"We'll take you to him, gladly!" smiled Nomad, shutting Liam up. "We were
on our way to join him...! If you come with us, we will lead you right to
him!" offered the Barbarian.

"Lead!" said he Slayer, pointing his weapons.

"What are we supposed to do when we get there and he doesn't see Hoof...""
whispered Liam, quietly.

"Shhh..., we will cross the bridge when we get to it...!" said Nomad,
smiling.

	It was during the second day of their journey that they came across
the Mountain they sought. Witch Mountain was named after the three sister
that were cursed to live there. Legend told how the three witches wrecked
havoc across the land, enslaving men and devouring them of their manly
essence (their sperm) in order to keep their ageless beauty alive. As
punishment for their wayward behavior, the gods banished the trio of women
to the highest Mountain in the Valley. Rumors are that the Witches still
live by draining the bodily essence of any weary male wanderers unlucky
enough to cross their paths.

"There...!" announced Nomad, pointing to the top of the Mountain. "...Hoof
is up there!"

"Here...?" asked the Slayer, looking upward.. "Move! Show me! Take me to
him, now!"

"As you wish...!" said Nomad, following the Ogre and Liam up the cliff.

	The four men started their long hike to the top of the Mountain,
following a narrow path that led straight up the side of the cliff. Small
obstacles stood in their way, but they easily overcame them, getting closer
and closer to the top. After hours of climbing, the 4some came to the top
and a deep cavern that housed the three Witches. "Be careful..." warned the
Ogre, smelling the stench of sex and death. "...the Witches are known for
their cunning, and will lie to get what they want!"

"Harsh words, coming from an Ogre!" echo a feminine voice from the
darkness.

"An UGLY one at that, sister!" said a second woman's voice, echoing through
the cave.

"And he smells, too..." said a third, in jest. "...we could smell you from
the foot of the Mountain, Ogre!"

"Show yourselves!" ordered Nomad, taking a stance inside the cavern.

"A Barbarian...!" said one of the Witches, stepping into the sunlight.

"And a YOUNG one, too...!" said the second Witch, joining her.

"Young and virile...!" said the third. "And he's brought friends!" she
smiled, devilishly.

"Who are these women...?" asked the Slayer. "Where is Hoof...?"

"Hoof...? Is it the Minotaur you seek...?" asked Witch one.

"Yes! Where is he? I want to see him, NOW!" demanded the Slayer, holding
his weapons tightly.

"He wants the Minotaur!" said the first Witch, turning to her sisters.

"The Minotaur...?"

"The Minotaur comes with a price, young Slayer...!" said the third Witch,
bluntly.

"Show him or I will slay you all!" ordered the madman, angrily.

"He has a knife...!" said Witch one.

"A knife...?" repeated Witch two.

"And a machete...!" added Witch three.

"Steel against Witchcraft...? Is he daft?" laughed the Witches.

"Daft are many of the men that come upon our cave looking to use us for
their pleasures without the proper payment!" added the third Witch.
	In his anger and blind rage, the Slayer charged the three Witches
with his weapons posed to kill. But as he ran into the cave, he quickly
disappeared inside the darkness...

"And..., what do YOU seek, young Barbarian?" asked the first Witch,
unaffected by the Slayer's charge.

"I uh..." started Nomad, wondering what happened to the Slayer?

"I am a Magician...!" yelled Liam, stepping forth. "...how can I turn the
Ogre back into his original form?"

"The Ogre wants his original body!" said Witch one.

"And why wouldn't he...?" asked the second Witch. "...an Ogre could never
be King of a nation!"

"The information you seek has a price, Magician!" said the third Witch.

"What is your price, Witches?" asked Nomad, snapping out of his daze.

"We seek something small in exchange...?" said the first
Witch. "...something you may even want to give freely and willingly, with
pleasure...!" she added as the witches removed their hoods to reveal their
beauty. Most men succumb quickly to their looks, eager to get their hands
on the sisters warm flesh.

"They seek your bodily essence!" said the Ogre.

"Bodily essence...?" asked Nomad, confused.

"Your semen..., your cum...!" explained the Ogre. "Rumor has it that the
Witches need a fresh dose in order to stay young and beautiful! Isn't that
right, Witches?"

"The Ogre speaks true...in part!" said the second Witch, opening her clock
to reveal her beautiful nakedness.
	Nomad and Liam blushed.

"If it is sperm they seek..., then I have plenty to spare!" smiled Nomad.

Me too...!" smiled Liam, his cock already tenting his garment.

"And the BIG one must have tons of cum in his giant balls, my sister...!"
laughed the third Witch, joyously..

"We have a deal, then...!" said Nomad. "...tell Liam what he must do to
free the Ogre!"

"The Magician lacks sufficient skill to undo the spell which changed Prince
Vincent into the Ogre, young Barbarian!" said the third Witch. "You seek
the all powerful Orb..., it is the only thing that will enhance your powers
enough to break the curse placed upon the Prince!"

"Yes..., but the Orb is in the possession of another Sorcerer by the name
Zog..., Zog holds the Orb in his Fortress, and would never depart with it
without a battle!" added the second Witch.

"But to sneak upon lord Zog's Fortress is impossible while the Orb is in
his possession...! For with it, he can see his enemies approach far before
they arrive!" concluded the first Witch.

"Is there another way to change me back into my human form...?" asked the
Ogre.

"There is only ONE other way to do it without the Orb...!" said the first
Witch.

"You would have to slay the one who placed the curse upon you..., only by
the death of the one who cast the spell, will the spell be lifted and
everything changed back to its original order!" added the second Witch.

"Who placed the spell upon me...?!" asked the Ogre.

"Your step mother..., the Queen!" said the second Witch.

"But be weary Ogre..., killing the Queen will not be an easy task, for she
is not the human she pretends to be...!" said the third Witch.

"Who is she?" asked Nomad.

"She is a Goblin Queen..., a creature of great majestic power, and the
mother of the true Ogre!" said the third Witch.

"Killing a Goblin Queen is not easy..., she must first be beheaded, then
her heart must be cut from her breasts in order for her to truly die!"
finished the first Witch.

"How are we supposed to do that with no weapons...?" asked Nomad, more to
himself.

"That is not our concern..., what we now seek is payment for the
information granted!" said the third Witch.

"Is THIS what you want, Witch?" asked Nomad, lifting up his loincloth to
reveal his soft cock.

"Is it not beautiful...?" asked the second Witch, turning into mist as she
suddenly solidified on her knees before the Barbarian. Nomad gasped in
shock when the Witch's lips wrapped around his cock.

"Stop her..., she will suck him dry!" yelled the Ogre.

"A promise is a promise..." said the third Witch, casting a spell over the
Ogre's free will. The Ogre's cock started to swell in his torn trousers,
nearly bursting through the seams. The third Witch removed her garment,
revealing her smooth nakedness. She walked up to the Ogre, waving her hand
and causing his pants to disappear. "Mmmmm..." she hummed impressed,
touching the 15 inch wrist thick green cock of the Ogre. It throbbed in her
soft hand, leaking thick gobs of pre-cum at the huge rounded tip. She bent
forward and licked the head, tasting the semen. "ah..., delicious, even for
an Ogre...!" said the Witch, turning her back to him before bending over
and exposing her pussy.
	With a flick of her finger, the Ogre reached down against his will
and grabbed her shapely hips, then rammed his huge cock straight into her
moist cunt from behind and started fucking. The Witch howled gratefully as
her pussy was penetrated for the first time in ages. It'd been a long time
since she'd had a cock as big as the Ogre's, and she tightened her moist
cunt just to let him know.

"Come to me, little wizard..." taunted the first Witch, walking slowly
towards Liam. "...I do believe I have found myself a virgin...!"

"Am not...!" said Liam, backing away.

"Your seed is pour..." said the Witch, tilting her nose towards
Liam. "...you have not been tainted by the lures of female flesh..., I
would be able to smell it on you if you were not virgin...!"

"I, uh..." stammered Liam, hating that his virgin status was called to
light. "...I've had my cock sucked...!"

"Then it is time we took you to the next level...!" said the Witch,
creating a swift wind that drew Liam towards her instantly. She reached
down and fondled the Magician's hardon through his long gown. "You are so
ripe..., I can sense your juices prone to flow any minute...!"

"I've always been a quick cummer...!" said Liam, embarrassed.
	The Witch raised Liam's gown, exposing his pale white slim
body. Liam watched as the Witch removed her garment, her young soft smooth
body coming into view as she knelt down and took his virgin cock into her
mouth. "uhh...!" gasped the young magician as his cock was sucked all the
way down to the root in one stroke. The Witch slithered her tongue along
the underbelly before sucking her way up to the head. Liam's body cringed
at her expertise as his cock immediately began to throb and shoot forth his
rich cum.

"MMMmmmm...!!!" moaned the first Witch, tasting the delicious sperm as she
sucked the shaft until the cum stopped gushing. Liam's cock stayed hard as
she pulled off and lay backwards in midair, spreading her legs to reveal
her deliciously red pie hole.

	Liam giggled like a child as the Witch lined his cock up to her
cunt, then slowly sank it in. "Ohhhh..." he moaned, feeling the silky
smoothness of her insides wrap around his embedded cock. Ever since an
early age Liam had known what it felt like to be fucked, his adoptive
mother (Doris) had taught him the fine art of cock sucking and getting
fucked for money. But never in all of his 20 year olds years had he ever
had the pleasure of sinking his own cock into someone else. Even with Nomad
he was the regular recipient of the Barbarian's lust, taking Nomad's hard
cock whenever the aggressive teenager wanted.
	Liam thrust inside the Witch's body, fucking her as hard as his
thin hips would allow. The Witch laughed aloud, suspended in midair as she
accepted the boy's cock. Liam could feel himself getting very close to
cumming again as he hammered harder, knowing his orgasm would be
quick. When he looked down to see his pale cock sliding through the Witch's
warm cunt, he was shocked to see a man's cock looking back up at him, his
own dick sliding through the man's hairless asshole. "Fuck me, human! Give
me your cock!" whispered the man, lustfully.
	Liam was shocked as he ripped his cock from the man's ass, only to
have him fall to his knees and start sucking.

"Ohhh..." moaned Liam, struggling to break free. "...AARRRHHHHH...!!" he
grunted, firing his rich seed into the man's mouth again.

"ummph...ummph...ummph...ummph..." moaned the man, swallowing every drop.

"These aren't Witches...!" yelled the Ogre, looking down to see his own
huge hard 15 inch cock slamming in and out of another man's wide spread
ass. "...they're Wizards...! Wizards pretending to be Witches so they can
coax men of their loads!"

"Fuck me, Ogre...! Don't stop...! I can't continue my disguise while I'm
being ravished so exquisitely...!" said the third Wizard, backing his ass
up onto the Ogre's cock.

"I...I can't stop fucking him...!" gasped the Ogre, his hips acting of a
mind of their own. "Nomad...!" he yelled, needing help.

"...mouth...feels...like...butter...!" gasped Nomad, unable to stop the man
sucking his cock.
	The Wizard's head pounded up and down in his groin, swallowing
Nomad's manhood from tip to root with lightning speed. Nomad grabbed the
man's head, feeling his cock thicken with desire. The Wizard sensed Nomad
was close to cumming, and sucked even harder. His stomach ached for the
Barbarian's rich cum load as Nomad threw back his head and roared...,
"AAARRRHHHH...!!!" sending thick heavy spurts of cream ball juice into the
Wizard's mouth and throat.

	The Ogre saw his two companions cum, and felt his own seed starting
to build. Giving into lust and desire, he started fucking the male Wizard
willingly, holding his manly hips and ramming his thick green cock hard and
deep up his backside.
	The Wizard was in a delightful daze as his ass was royally fucked
for the first time in many months. He moaned continuously as the Ogre
fucked him, his big fat hairy balls slapping into the Wizard's small
inadequate ball sac. "I'm going to cum...!" announced the Ogre, letting
loose the man hips as he rammed in one last time and let it rip. The first
cum shot sent the male Wizard flying across the cave, a long white streak
of Ogre juice propelling him into the cave wall.

"Shit...!" moaned Nomad, seeing the Ogre's huge hard veiny cock pulse out
10 thick heavy spurts of cum. The other two Wizards ran over to the Ogre
and started licking the spillage up off the cave floor.

"Quickly..., while they're distracted, run!" yelled the Ogre.
	The three wanderers ran for the Cave's entrance, narrowly escaping
as the Wizards fought over the cum.

"What the fuck was all of that about...??" asked Nomad, as they climbed
back down the side of the Mountain.

"Obviously the Wizards have been using their magic to make people believe
they were Witches, luring unsuspecting men into their cave so they could
drain them dry of their seed!" explained the Ogre, happy to have escaped.

"They were gay cum sucking Wizards who thrived on human cum to survive...?"
asked Nomad, unable to believe even his own eyes. "Why would they go
through such a farce...?"

"Perhaps that was why they were banished to the Mountain in the first
place...?" said the Ogre, as they began their journey back to Newtonian.


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