The Tale of Warrior Maiden #1

The reputation of the warrior maiden resounded throughout the land. The name Jean Dirac struck fear in the heart of her enemy. Each slash of her sword was like a flash of thunder, delivering a coup de grace to her enemies. Her shield was as hard as a fortress rock, protecting her against harm. She valiantly fought on the battlefield to defend her kingdom.

The tale of the warrior maiden and her band of knights’ achievements spread far and wide like a legend. One who never faced her on the battlefield would think the tale was exaggerated before they were swiftly struck down by the maiden with her legendary sword.

Some of her enemies had tried to harm her with underhanded tactics like using poison. But unfortunately for them, the warrior maiden was immune to a thousand poisons.

Stranger often assumed that the warrior maiden who won a thousand battles would look like a big, hulking, musclebound Amazonian goddess of war, but no, Jeanne wasn’t a big, hulking, musclebound Amazonian goddess of war like what some people imagined. She was only 5’5 feet tall, she didn’t stand out in terms of height among her band of knights. She had several subordinates who towered over her. Under her armor was a fit, athletic body packed with lean muscle. It was natural for her to gain muscle when she needed to swing her sword countless times and lift her heavy shield. Her face was youthful; nobody would expect that the legendary warrior was only a pretty 28 years old girl with her track record.

Like any other day when the kingdom was in trouble, the warrior maiden, who was also the knight captain, was called by the king to the palace.

“What can this humble knight help you with, your majesty?” The female knight asked. As the strongest knight the kingdom had, she was excused from kneeling in front of the king.

“You are no humble knight, you are our kingdom’s pride. Jean, I have an urgent mission for you that I believe only you are capable of doing; Princess Lili was kidnapped by a notorious witch last night, and I need you to save her. At this moment, I have yet to announce the news about her **** to avoid causing unrest among my subjects. We have already identified the perpetrator. She is Jacqueline, the witch who lives in Gloomdark Swamp on the east side of the capital. I had sent some pursuers, but considering they have yet to comeback, they probably failed to do their mission. I can now only rely on you to save my dearest daughter. This will be a very dangerous mission because you can’t bring most of your full troop, as I need you to maintain the secrecy of this accident. At most, I can only let you bring three people to your party for this mission. I hope you can save the princess with haste. I can’t imagine what the witch will do to my daughter if we waste more time,” the king explained. Anxiousness can be heard in his voice.

“Calm down, Your Majesty. First, are you sure that the culprit is the witch Jacqueline?”

The king nodded with confidence. “Yes, we have enough proof that it was done by Jacqueline, she is always quite an arrogant witch, so she leaves several leads that can be easily pointed to her. It’s a blatant challenge from her. She seems doesn’t put our kingdom in her eyes.”

“Leave her to me, your majesty; I will make the witch regret **** the princess and looking down on our kingdom.” The maiden brandished her sword to the ground to show her might

“I’ll await your return with good news, my trusted knight.”

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Jean and her party arrived at the entrance of Gloomdark swamp. Jean was accompanied by Victoria, Jean’s trusted second in command; Sister Gertrude, a priestess, and a pathfinder named Lucia. Gloomdark Swamp was a massive place, and also full of danger. Without an experienced pathfinder like Lucia to guide the way, even Jean would have a hard time travelling the treacherous swamp.

“Be wary; this is the witch’s home ground; we don’t know what trap she laid, the previous pursuer had not yet returned, they probably already fell victim to the witch’s trap,” Jean warned as they started to venture into the swamp.

They were greeted by a swarm of giant bats and a pack of direwolves just after going a little deeper, but those beasts were easily handled by Jean and Victoria. After dealing with the beast’s attack, they continued to move deeper into the swamp when suddenly thick fog obstructed their sight of their surroundings.

“Weird, this area usually will not be this foggy; this fog is unnatural,” the tan-skinned pathfinder told the group.

"This is probably the witch’s doing, stay close with each other, we don’t know what other danger the witch had hidden in the fog,” the warrior maiden commanded. “Sister Gertrude, can you try to dispel this fog?”

“Let me try.”

The blonde-haired priestess chanted holy magic, trying to cleanse the area of the unnatural phenomenon.

“Got you,” said an eerie voice echoing through the woods.

Jean and the group realized it was the witch’s voice.

Oh no! It’s a trap! She wants us to try to dispel the fog.

Before Jean could react, like a storm, the fog came to engulf Gertrude. The priestess was swallowed by the white fog and vanished into thin air right in front of the group's eyes..

“Darn it, we have fallen into her trap! The fog probably teleported Gertrude to the witch’s place or somewhere in the swamp,either way, she is in danger because Gertrude isn’t a fighter type. We need to make haste!” Jean gritted her teeth in anger as the witch made a fool of her. She felt guilty because it was her command that put Gertrude in danger.

They rushed with haste into the deepest place of the swamp like an unstoppable ****. Of course, rushing recklessly caused them some damage. Jean was fine, but Victoria, and Lucia had gathered some scars and looked tired.

They arrived at a wild clearing and encountered another obstacle. A 6’7 feet tall ‘man’ was stopping them from moving forward. The man had black skin and tantric tribal tattoos all over his body. He had red mohawk hair on his head. The man was naked without any piece of clothing, his huge dick hung free and its smell permeated in the air

“Are you a troll or an orc?” The group looked at the ‘man’ in front of them with caution. The man showed both characteristics of a human, a troll, and an orc and made the group confused of his species.

“It’s don’t matter whether I am a man, a troll or an orc. I’m Grull, the guardian of this place. Mistress Jacqueline said that only two of you may pass, so one needs to stay here.”

“What if we don’t want it? What if we want us three to pass?” Jean confronted the man and unsheathed her blade.

“You may not play along, but I’m not sure what will happen to your priestess friend if you don’t play along,” Grull warned

“Captain, let me be the one who stays here, It’s not my first time to fight a troll, I can handle him. You go save the princess and Gertrude with Lucia.” Said Victoria. Victoria thought she was a match for Grull. Victoria was a tall woman, While Jean was only 5’5, Victoria stood at 5’8.

“Fine, I believe you. Be safe, Victoria, I will get back to you as soon as I save the princess and Gertrude.”

Jean and Lucia left Victoria alone with Grull as they rushed to the witch’s place.

The two finally arrived at the witch’s place. Shock was apparent on their faces. They thought the witch would live in a hut like what the storybooks often tell, but in front of them was a big mansion, comparable to what high-rank rich noble had.

“As expected of the legendary warrior, you can come here with barely a scratch on your body. I welcome you to my abode, and await our meeting, if you can find me, of course. Also, you should find me fast if you want to save your princess.” The eerie voice of the witch was echoing in the air.

The door of the mansion suddenly opened for them, as if welcoming the two. Jean and Lucia went in with conviction and bravery.

“There are a hundred doors in my manor, only one of these doors will lead you to me. Good luck, time is ticking, maybe you should let the pathfinder try her luck and choose a door first.” said the voice.

Jean didn’t know why the witch wanted Lucia to choose a door first, but she didn’t have a choice, but to let the brunette pathfinder open one door to try.

Lucia opened a door, and the two saw that the room was decorated like a little girl's room. Jean breathed in relief, but her relief was cut short as Lucia walked inside the room.

“Lucia, what are you doing?” The warrior maiden asked what Lucia was doing. They didn’t have time to rest, they should check more rooms.

“This is my room,” said the pathfinder.

Jean noticed that there was something wrong with Lucia. Her eyes were dull and lacked the intelligence that she once had.

Jean was about to pull her out of the room, but the door quickly slammed shut, preventing her from saving Lucia.

"This is what will happen to you if you open a wrong door, her luck is quite good that she opened the little girl’s room instead of a room full of monsters.” The voice jeered

“What are you doing to her?”

“She will be fine, at least for now. It’s only a trap room where the door opener will fall into an illusion and will be **** to play the role that suits the room. Your pathfinder friend probably reliving her childhood now,” the voice explained. “And now that we don’t have any annoying fly around you, you can go open door number 69, it will lead you to my room. I’m waiting for you.”

Jean looked for door number 69 and quickly found it. She unsheathed her sword and opened the door, ready to fight the witch. Her idea was to lunge and strike the witch down as fast as possible before the witch could cast any spell, but when she entered the room, Jean didn’t see any trace of the witch, Jacqueline. Only her princess was there, bound to a chair and gagged.

After Jean was sure that Jacqueline wasn’t in the room and preparing to ambush her, she went to free her princess.

“Thank you, my dearest knight.” The princess gave her a kiss on the lips. Jean didn’t struggle but enjoyed the kiss. What people never knew was that the warrior maiden was actually a lesbian, and she loved the princess so much.

Love was the only weakness of the invincible warrior maiden, she was too late to realize when she felt something was wriggling from the princess’s mouth down to her throat.

Jean felt a stinging pain on her brain, and her body also felt hot like it was on fire. She pushed the princess.

“You aren’t my princess, who are you?” Jean questioned the ‘princess’ in front of her.

“I am her though, but I am also Jacqueline.” the princess removed her ‘face’ as if it was a mask and showed Jean what under it. Under the mask was an old face full of wrinkles. The old woman grinned at the knight, her teeth was crooked and yellowish compared to the white teeth she had before when she wore the mask.

“You made the princess into human skin?” Jean asked with incredulous expression.

“Yes, I made her into a magical skinskuit,” said Jacqueline with her shrill voice.

“I won’t forgive you!” Jean was about to strike the witch with her sword but found her hand didn’t move according to her wished.

“What a bad bitch, you want to hurt your master, thankfully, what I had feed you made you my familiar. You can’t hurt me and will be loyal to me.”

“Loyal to you? You wish.”

“You don't believe me? Let me show you, come kiss my shoes, ****.”

“Yes, mistress,” Jean’s mouth blurted the word without her consent. She then went to all four and kissed Jacqueline's shoes.

“Do you like it? I know that you must have fantasized about kissing your beloved princess’s feet. If I don’t turn her into skinsuit, you won’t ever have a chance to kiss her feet as a prince from another kingdom will take her in political marriage,” Jacqueline gloated.

Jean silently glared at Jacqueline with hate.

“I don’t like your glare,” she kicked Jean away.

Usually a kick of this caliber won’t hurt Jean at the slightest with her pain threshold, but weirdly, she found the kick from Jacqueline felt so painful.

“From your expression, you must be puzzled of why my kick can make you feel so painful. As my familiar, I can tweak your perception as I wish; I can reduce your pain threshold or make the pain become…a pleasure.”

Jean suddenly felt her pussy quickly moisten under her armor.

“Let’s see how wet you are right now.” Jacqueline snapped her finger, and Jean's armor fell from her body.

Jean was dripping wet.but she didn’t want to admit it, she kept glaring at Jacqueline.

“As expected, breaking your spirit won’t be easy, so, let’s watch your companion’s fate first.”

A mirror suddenly fly around them.

“First, let’s see what happened to the priestess.”

The mirror showed Gertrude was now wearing some kind parody of nun garb which was only worn by street harlot instead of the convent standard nun garb. Her face was pale, her makeup was dark, she had a crazy, maniacal look on her face.

She was praying, then suddenly laughing, the screaming hysterically, the pissing on the floor, then using her piss to wipe her face, then she was back to laughing.

“What are you doing to sister Gertrude?”

“She is now a host for mind corruptor. The fog that took her is actually a shapeless mind corruptor. A mind corruptor feed on human’s minds and plays with them, their favorite food is someone’s faith, and good will, they will devour it until what is left of their victim is only a pure wicked vessel. They like to twist what is good and what is bad. You can see how she acted crazy, probably, in her mind, it is the right thing to do now. Once everything good about her is devoured by the mind corrupter, she will go back to her convent, and let the mind corrupter find a new host.”

Poor Sister Gertrude. On one side, Jean’s mind took pity for the priestess, but on the other side, her pussy grew wetter as she watched the unfortunate fate that befell one of her companions.

“Now, let’s move on to your other companion.”

The mirror showed another scene. In this one, Jean could recognize her second-in-command, Victoria, was worshipping Grull’s dick. She was naked, her armor was nowhere to be seen. Her body was now sporting the same tantric tribal tattoo Grull had but was black in color. Her white hair was now in mohawk like Grull. Victoria was basically transformed into a female version of Grull. She was already bathed in his cum, but they didn’t seem would stop fucking in a short time.

“Which is your most important one, bitch: your kingdom, your knight captain, or my cock?” Grull asked Victoria.

“It’s you…it’s your cock, Lord Grull. Your cock is more important than anything in my life, forgive me for my impudence of challenging you to fight, this female sow will dedicate her life for Lord Grull.” Victoria’s answer with utmost passion

“Grull was my masterpiece. He is an amalgamation of Human, orc, and troll. From my magical experiment, only Grull survived to adulthood. He had all the good qualities of all three. It was hard to beat Grull in a physical fight, probably only you, the legendary warrior maiden, could beat him in fight. But the most dangerous and greatest thing about Grull was his cock. He is extremely virile and potent. Grull’s cum also had magical properties. In contact with a human's skin, it would make them more and more similar to Grull depending on how much cum spilled on their body. It is highly effective for women and highly addictive too. Of course, with how his cum worked, I also made him only able to father a girl. I don’t want more men with Grull abilities, but there was no problem with female ‘Grull’. The transformed female or his female descendant didn’t have this property of magical cum, but his descendants would still possess mighty physiques. With your second-in-command as a baby factory, we will have an army with tall, Amazonian-like war goddesses in the future,” Jacqueline explained.

Jean was unable to stop herself from masturbating frantically. She swore that it didn’t mean she liked it, but her body was controlled by the witch! Of course, only she knew the truth.

“And last, let’s see how the pathfinder who come with you fare.”

The scene in the magic mirror changed again, it now showed Lucia in the little girl room, She looked younger now, the thirty years old experienced Pathfinder was now barely looking like she was in 20, all the curves and muscles in her body were gone. Her chest was now almost flat compared to the 34 C-cup she had before. She looked like an underdeveloped teenager with how skinny and flat she was. Her brunette hair was tied into a pigtail. She was dressed in a cutesy princess gown, whose size was too small for her, but with only sad curves in her body, it was not too flaunting. Lucia was busy masturbating.

“Well, she’s a lucky one because she didn’t turn into a monster, I think it is a ripe time to send her to my client.”

“Didn’t you said she only reliving her childhood?”

“Oh, it’s only one way to describe what the room does, but what the room actually does is regress the victim’s age. Of course, some will ask, Why don't I make myself young again using the room? Unfortunately, the cost of using the room to regress the age is brain, while the room makes them young again; it also makes them dumb and far stupider than normal,” the witch replied.

The witch snapped her finger, and a magical circle appeared in Lucia’s room. Moments later, Lucia was nowhere to be seen.

“Where do you send her?”

“I sent her to the Duchess of Vazeena. She is one of my regulars; the duchess has a twisted fetish and hobby. She loves to play with mature ladies who act like total brats. Sometimes she would act dominant and discipline them, and sometimes she would act submissive and let these 'brats' ruin her life. What a degenerate lady, but knowing the respected duchess of Vazeena was a lesbian makes you feel hot, right?”

Jean nodded. She couldn’t hold it anymore because of her shock. The duchess was a respectable figure in the kingdom. Her dukedom was the biggest financial hub in the entire kingdom. Jean didn’t expect that the duchess was a lesbian; she was a lesbian like her. Hearing what the duchess loved to do from Jacqueline made her feel hot.

She cum. She orgasmed like she never had before; her mind was blank. When Jean had a gap in her willpower, Jacqueline completely made Jean to be her familiar.

Jean’s skin turned red. Two small horns appeared on her forehead. She grew a demonic tail and a large batwing on her back. Her light blonde was losing it’s luster and becoming grey. Her tongue lengthened and split into two like a snake. Her chest grew bigger, from formerly just a C-cup into a double E.

Her armor was flying around her and attaching itself to her body, but it was now barely functional armor that left her big tits and crotch exposed.

“How do you feel, my succubus knight?” Jacqueline asked; she was wearing the princess’s pretty face again.

“Oh, it feels so good, Mistress,” Jean, who now turned into a demonic succubus, answered.

“Call me Princess Lilique, and for you, I will call you Jandark the succubus.”

“Thank you for bestowing me a new name, Princess Lilique. What can I do for you, my princess?”

“We have a kingdom to conquer; I want you to present the kingdom you once protected to me. I don’t like the old king; it’s time for me to rule it.”

“Yes, Princess. Leave it to me, I will make the kingdom yours.”

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