Erik Rondel, a violent and perverted bandit

A couple of months before...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Erik Rondel was running desperately among the trees. He was a fit man in his prime, but he had been running for almost an hour. His breaths had ran out long ago and he coughed and wheezed as he was running. He usually wore a rather heavy chainmail and a breastplate, but he discarded all of those to enable him to run a little faster. The only heavy thing he carried on his person was his trusty (and rusty) short sword, strapped to his waist inside a leather scabbard.

Eric was not a good person. He had robbed and killed many innocent people before. He was also a huge pervert, and had fucked many women before, willingly or otherwise. He started to feel invincible because no one could catch him, and many who had tried died by his own hands. However, all of his wrongdoings finally caught up to him. He fell into a trap set by the authorities and was almost arrested right then and there.

However, he persevered. A man (criminal) of his caliber wouldn't just be caught without a fight. He managed to break their formation and flee out of town, but a group of knights was hot on his tail. He cursed his rotten luck. Who knew the pretty damsel he was about to **** was actually a bait set up by those very same knights from the capital city? Village militias and town guards he could handle, but facing a bunch of well-trained knights was near impossible for him.

Suddenly, Erik's foot stepped onto something hard and he tripped, falling face first onto the forest floor. Groaning, he got up and glared at whatever made him trip, only to find a weird piece of wood jutting out of the ground, hidden by leaves. He knocked on the ground a few times, and the sound of wood reached his ears. He inspected the thing closer, revealing a wooden door embedded into the ground, with leaves and sticks glued onto the door as a camouflage.

"What the..."

He mumbled so, wondering what sort of person would build a house underground. Maybe a criminal hiding from the law not unlike himself? Well, if that's true then maybe he could stay here for a while until the knights move away. Erik grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, revealing a rickety staircase leading deep into the dark underground. He quickly hopped in and closed the door after him, hoping that the knights would not find this place as he did.

He thought that he would be in a complete darkness once he closed the trapdoor, but he was pleasantly surprised when he found out that the walls of the stairs leading down was actually covered in faintly glowing moss. Even with the help of the faint illumination, his eyes still had some difficulties seeing what's ahead, so he cautiously made his way down, placing both of his hands onto the wall for guidance. Eventually, he found solid ground again and sighed in relief, as the stairs had been creaking loudly and making him nervous. He could not see much beyond the last few steps of the stairs since it was completely dark. Before Erik could call out to any possible resident of this hideout, his eyes were suddenly blinded by a bright light coming from further inside. He instinctively put his hand up to cover his eyes, and kept it up there until the light dimmed on its own a few moments later.

"Hello, can I help you?"

Erik saw a woman who looked to be slightly older than him, probably in her early 30s, standing in front of her. She was wearing a simple dark blue robe, her long hair a little messy, and was holding a wand on her left hand whose tips emitted light that illuminated the room they were in. She nonchalantly greeted him with a slight smile, seemingly unafraid of the scary looking man that had just broken into her house. Erik glanced around on what appeared to be a living room, before focusing his attention back onto the woman.

"A witch?" Erik thought to himself, noticing the glowing stick on the woman's hand, "just my luck, it's a witch lair. But she doesn't seem to be hostile, at least for now. Maybe I should play nice for once"

"Ah, sorry to intrude, miss," Erik finally replied, "I was being chased by bad people you see, and I accidentally found the entrance of your... abode. I was hoping for this place to be empty, but I was mistaken. Could you please let me hide in here for sometime until my pursuers are gone?"

The woman nodded, "I see, well... Can't say I didn't expect that someone would stumble upon my home eventually, but that's okay. You can stay here, it's been a while since I have the chance to talk with another person anyway"

The witch flicked her wand, and a lamp overhead flared on. It was rather dim but sufficient and made the atmosphere seemed welcoming and homey. The wand stopped emitting any light once the lamp was turned on. Erik finally took a better look at the interior of the witch's hideout. It felt slightly cramped, probably because it was built inside an underground cave. But it was furnished nicely and clean, nothing like what a common folk would think a witch's lair would be like. There were just normal furniture and a small fireplace.

"You're safe now, so why don't you rest yourself a bit? Have a seat, I'll make you some tea"

The witch walked off to a room next to the living room, presumably the kitchen, and Erik could hear clanking of the utensils from inside. He chose the nearest chair and sat down, slowly getting over his anxiety of being in a stranger's home, a witch's home to be exact. This witch was surprisingly friendly, and he hoped that it was not an act to let his guard down.

"Here you go"

The witch returned after some time, a teacup was placed in front of him along with a teapot. The witch smiled and urged him to take a sip. Her eyes was brimming with anticipation. Erik wondered if it was a 'special' tea, that perhaps he was going to be ****. As thirsty as he was, he could not just drink some suspicious beverage that was brewed by a witch.

"I'm sorry, miss... I hope I don't offend you if I refuse to drink your tea," he politely refused, something he has not done in a long time.

"Oh... Right, I understand. Of course you'd be suspicious of the tea served by a stranger, a witch nonetheless," she laughed softly, "no problem, I'll just drink it myself then"

She picked up the cup and drank from it. After she gulped it down, she tilted her head questioningly at him.

"See? Honestly, if I wanted to do you harm, there are better things I can do with my wand rather than serving you spiked tea"

Seeing the witch's brazen attitude, Erik knew that she had a point. After the witch poured him another cup, he slowly sipped from it. It was a flavorful tea that he never tasted before, the smell of herbs and berries that invaded his nostril made him want to chug the whole thing, especially since he was thirsty from all the running. The witch poured him more tea each time the cup was empty, until he had finally quenched his thirst.

"Thank you... Miss... Witch? Er, I apologize, I don't know your name," he said awkwardly.

"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself," she smiled, "you can call me Christina"

"Thank you for your hospitality, miss Christina. I'm Erik, just a humble adventurer. I owe you a lot"

"Don't mention it, I'm happy to have someone to talk to"

Erik loved seeing Christina's smiling at him. Under her robe, Erik could guess that she had quite an amazing body. As they talked more, he couldn't help but feel attracted towards her. He felt the urge to hug her and touch her, and his dick stirred awake. But he knew that he should be careful about this since his opponent was a witch after all.

"Oh right, you must be hungry," Christina then said, "wait for a bit, I'll whip up something"

A moment after she left, Erik noticed something. She left her wand there on a table beside her chair. If she didn't have her wand, she'd be powerless. Now was a great chance to catch her by surprise and threaten her! Erik grinned, picking up the wand and put it behind his back, before drawing his sword. Then, he stealthily walked into the kitchen, creeping up on Christina without her noticing. While she was busy chopping the vegetables, and Erik pointed the sword straight at her back. Christina froze, feeling the sharp tip poking on her skin.

"Mr Erik? What are you doing?" the witch then said. Her voice was surprisingly calm and collected, Erik expected her to be more flustered and afraid.

"I just wanna show my appreciation for your kindness, Miss Witch. Tell me where you keep your valuable stuffs and I'll spare your life. We can even have some fun together afterwards"

"Mr Erik, do you really think you can threaten me in my own home?"

"Hah! I got your wand, witch. You're powerless without it!" Erik smugly replied.

"But that's where you're wrong, Erik"

Suddenly, something thick coiled tightly around Erik's neck. Before Erik could fully register that, the thing pulled him up, strangling him as his feet was now dangling on the air. He grasped at the thing with his free hand and noticed that it was some kind of thick tree root. With his sword, Eric quickly tried to cut the root to set himself free, but it was no use. Whatever type of tree the root was, it was sturdier than steel. It was actually a normal tree root that was enchanted by the witch, but Erik didn't have the energy to think about such thing as his brain started to be starved out of air.

"You've underestimated me, Mr Erik, and you broke my heart," Christina smirked, looking up towards him from a safe distance, impossible to be kicked or slashed by the struggling bandit, "I gave you my hospitality and this is how you repay me?"

Erik choked, "p-put me down you- urk... bitch!"

"Oh my, how vulgar. I guess that's your true face," Christina said with a smile, "I kind of like that. So much personality, so much raw... charisma! I see! That's what I was looking for as my parasite's Primary Host!"

"Parasite? What the fuck is she talking about?"

Erik could not even fully processed what the witch had been saying as he had started to lose consciousness. In his last act of defiance, he raised his sword and threw it at the witch. However, Christina had anticipated that movement. She merely held out her right hand and another tree branch sprouted out and quickly blocked the weapon. The sword was deflected and fell onto the ground with a loud noise.

"Wow, you're persistent! I like you even more now!"

"F-fuck yo-"

Erik could not complete his sentence and went completely limp. His eyes rolled back, and he fell ****. Christina waited a few more moments before ordering the roots to drop the man. The witch then checked on him and sighed in relief.

"Good, you're still alive. You can't die on me just yet, Erik. You have an important role to fulfill"

Christina then casted a strong sleeping spell and hit Erik with it, ensuring that he would remain asleep. After that, she used the roots that jutted out of her floor, walls and ceiling to transport Erik to a special room. It was a secret room, separate from the main living space, hidden away and reinforced with a ritual-level spell. It was the safest place to be when experimenting, and it would ensure that she would be unharmed and the experiment contained if something went awry.

Christina laid Erik on a table while she went to fetch her latest creation. The relatively small, purple gelatinous creature stayed dormant inside it's container, not even reacting when the witch carried it over towards Erik.

"Time to plant you inside your Primary Host, Mimic Slime!" the witch hummed happily.