A story of a Mind Witch Futa with a heart of gold, and femboy goblin

Lily finally stopped running. She caught her breath, panting as she placed a hand on a near by tree to steady herself. She then turned around, and peered into the dark shadowy woods behind her. She could see no movement, and straining her ears, could hear none as well. Her leather corset, and silk rogue outfit had been tore multiple times as she had made a mad dash through the bushes of the forest. Her black strapped boots, were all dirty with all dirt, and mud she had kicked up while running though the unbeaten path she took to escape. Really the tiefling girl looked a bit of a mess.

“Finally they gave up...” Lily sighed as she slumped down on the side of the tree.

The bottoms of her tight green shorts were probably now stained by the ground as she sat on the bare grass, but at this point she didn’t really care. She had been running full sprint for what seemed like nearly half an hour since those bandits had started chasing her. Bloody all mother did they really have to be so persistent? Lily leaned her head against the grand oak behind her as she looked down at the coin purse in her hand. It wasn’t like the loot she stole for those ruffians was that much, hell the amount of coins they had counted less then the amount she had in her own coin purse.

Why did they even come back to the spot they hide their loot anyways? When she was picking through the thoughts of the bandit in the tavern it seemed as if they weren’t going to return there for days. Lily thrashed her teifling tail in annoyance as she wondered what possible changed during the time that she read the man’s mind for her to end up nearly dead. Really though Lily should have known how much of a risk it was to make a move with only the information from one persons thoughts. See that was the trouble of getting information from some ones head, you never can be sure it’s the full story or even if what they’re are thinking is the truth.

Lily looked around again, it dawning on her that she was completely alone out here in woods. No one could see her she had completely privacy. Lily’s eyes then trail down to her groin, the way she’s sitting making the fabric wrap tightly around a bulge in her shorts. No, no no no no, Lily thought pulling her white ruffled mini skirt over her crotch as she pushed such a lewd thought out of her mind. I can’t do that, at least not until I’ve made camp.

The then roar of thunder overhead signaled to Lily that she should probably get started on that. As she stood up from the grass she swept a stay strand of her scarlet hair out of her face. She huffed annoyed that she wasn’t able rest for a bit long, but she would rather be temporary tired and dry, rather then rested, and drenched in rain. Instinctively she checked her pony tail as she got up, making sure it hadn’t fallen lose in her escape. Unfortunately it had as her silky red hair was now down to her shoulders, rather then in the neat pony tail she had it.

“Bloody all mother, that was my favorite hair tie to.” Lily said lamenting it’s loss as the small purple piece of cloth had been the exact same shade of her eyes.

Though she didn’t have time to mourn her lost accessory long, as she then felt a drop of rain fall upon her head. Then another loud clap of thunder boomed, and a streak of lighting lit up the sky. A storm was most certainly brewing so moving quickly with no time to waste Lily scrambled to open up her satchel. In it she searched through till she found a rolled up red tarp, a few wooden stakes, and foldable wooden stick.

Lily then went about quickly hammering the tarp into the ground with the stakes. After which she then propped up the middle with the foldable stick forming a small but secure tent for her to take shelter in. Which she did as she had finished the thing when the light drops of rain suddenly turned into a full on storm. She certainly wasn’t going to go any where in this weather so she decided she better set up for the night.

With that she reached back into her satchel, and pulled out a small bed roll, and a straw filled pillow. After she got her sleeping arrangements in order, Lily then moved to deal with the ice that was seeping into her tent from the cold wet of the storm. Again she searched her bag till, she found a bronze like cylinder that almost looked like it was some kind of lantern. The long metal tube even having the same ring around the top one would hold on to like a lantern.

However this wasn’t a lantern, it was much more useful then just a light source. In fact it was a magic artifact! A minor one sure, but none the less convenient one. With flick of her wrist, a small bit of magic flew from her finger towards the brass object. Then suddenly began the object began to admit a small wave of heat. The warmth came off of the brass contraption in no time chased away the storm’e chill. The tent was now at a more pleasant temperature, with it almost being like Lily had her own personal campfire in her tent.

“Ahhh nice, and toasty.” She hummed happily as she took off her leather gloves, and held her hands up the cylinder.

Truthfully she didn’t really know how the artifact worked or what it’s true purpose was. All she knew is that with just a basic magic command she could change the physical make up of the inside of cylinder. Which she had just made into the form of pure volcanic lava, so that it would provide heat for her tent. The artifact was really mystery for Lily. She knew that it was very old, and that it was also dwarven. As well it may, or may not had been found in an old mineshaft some dwarfs miners discovered. At least that was the thoughts that the dark elf brigade who stole it, which she then stole from believed it’s origins to be.

Ugh she hated the encounter she had with that creep. The way he snuck up on her like coward with that invisibllity spell while she was on the road. He had such sick fantasies in his mind too, the second she got into his mind all she could see was how he wanted nothing more then to strip her of every thing, fuck her, and leave her humiliated, and tied to a tree for other travelers to find. Luckily as soon he jumped her, and ordered her strip at knife point she acted like she was into the whole thing. This made the elf drop his guard some what, with him being both surprised, and funded no by her seemingly willingness to let him violate her. This his mind **** for her magic to seep into his head and cloud, his focus for just a second, letting Lily then slip his grip and bash quickly him over the head with her club.

Lily giggled remembering the look on that stupid dark elf’s face when he woke form unconsciousness. In a poetic sense of retribution he out she had turned his twisted own fantasy on its head. He was so mad! Practically screaming though the gag she made out his tore up shirt as she left him the one tied naked to a tree instead of her. She wondered what eventually happened to that dark elf after she left him like that. Of course she had left him with nothing, taking all of his possession, the cylinders artifact being one of them. Yet that wasn’t all Lily did. As like any Good samaritan though it best to make sure other people know of the elf’s misdeeds so as to not let him free to again roam the woods.

So she saw it fit to write the fact that he was a robber, and **** on his bare chest with her ink pen before she left him naked, and tied to a tree. Hopefully some other travelers on that path eventually handed him over to her proper authorities. Well hopefully not before they perhaps taught him a lesson. Lily giggled again, fantasizing about the thought of some big band of ork warriors with an even bigger cocks seeing fit to do until to the crow as he had did unto other women.

That encounter had probably been one of her more favorite times that she had used her mind powers to get some sweet loot, and sweet justice. After all nothing could ever beat getting treasure, and teaching some nar-do-well a lesson he would never forget! Really though the incident with the dark elf, though by accident was indicative to how Lily made her lively hood. With natural abilities for mind magic, Lily read minds, manipulated, hypnotized, implanted thoughts, looked through memories, and even mind controlled people to steal their valuables.

She only ever did it to bad people though, or those who had so much wealth they won’t miss a few small amounts of coins, or items. In fact the mere thought of abusing her magic made her quite sick to the stomach, it would be just wrong! Even more so it would make her just like her mother.

Then almost on cue to further reminder her of her pitiful parent she felt that stiffness in her shorts increase. It was her curse. The curse that was placed upon her before she was even born. The curse which was the fault of her mother. Her mother... Lily could never forget her, the terrible witch she was. She hadn’t even taken her first breath before the dreadful hag had already used her as a scape goat.

As a tiefling it was a fact that one of Lily’s parents must be a demon. Yet as if that wasn’t a unfortunate enough origin for her existence, her consumation wasn’t even part of some sort of unholy love between her mother, and a demon. On the contrary it was done out of calicoes selfishness like everything her mother did. See her birth had been part of a deal Lily’s mother made with a demon. With Lily’s mother it was the latter. See when one day her mother became very sick with a disease, she was at at a loss. For days she tired every thing she could to try, and cure the illness, using every magical spell, and potion at her disposal. Nothing worked though, and the sickness only grew stronger. Then just when her mother thought her fate was sealed, a demon came to her with a proposition. The demon said that he could provide a cure if her mother was willing to pay a price.

A pact would be made that the demon would cure Lily’s mother’s illness if she would allow him to impregnate her. Not only that but this the birth of this child would result in a girl. Now this was a big deal for a witch, as witches pass their natural arcane abilities to their female offspring. Even a bigger deal is that witches can only ever birth one girl in their entire life times, ever other child they have will always be a boy, and they won’t inherit their mother’s powers. Due to this fact many witches made their daughters their apprentices, and saw them as their legacy. Some one to pass on their strength, and knowledge of magic too. A piece of themselves that would live on after after they had died. With this in mind one would think that a witch especially, would perhaps give a moments hesitation when agreeing to such a pact with a demon, even if was to save their own life.

However Lily’s mother agreed to those terms almost instantly. The demon who preposed the offer even being a bit taken a back by her readiness to taint her only daughter. So as he felt that Lily’s mother accepted the deal a little too eagerly the demon also said that her daughter would be deformed when born. Which Lily’s mother again didn’t seem to concerned about. With that the demon sort of just gave up upon trying to make this deal a conundrum for Lily’s mother as she clearly didn’t care about anything but saving herself. Little did Lily’s mother know the deformity the demon had referred to had nothing to due with Lily’s face, like her mother thought that it would be. No her deformity was a resulting set of male genitals rather then female ones, which almost made Lily’s mother think Lily was actually a boy when she was born. Though luckily her mother realized that Lily was intact female, which was lucky for Lily as the male offspring of witches were almost always turned into witchlings by their mother’s.

Witchlings, the creatures that her poor brothers had been turned into by her mother. The things were the equivalent of smaller gnomes. They severely lacked intelligence, and had a fierce natural loyalty to their witch mothers who birthed them. Witchlings were almost always very loving towards them, always trying their best to please them. However this affection for their mother’s wasn’t reciprocated as most witches used their witchlings as either slaves, or fodder to test their spells, and potions on. Their appearance was almost always deformed, with feathers, furs, scales, horns, hoofs, paws, tails, wings, seeming to randomly spout out randomly as they grew up. Their bodies were usually uneven, often unsymmetrical, making them look like some one had stitched a bunch of different creature parts together crudely. Sometimes times their limbs didn’t even grow correct enough to be fully formed or useable.

Lily remembered her one brother who she nicknamed
Greenie due to his green skin, didn’t even have proper legs. With him only every having small stumps which resulted in him having to drag himself every where with his arms. Poor Greenie, Lily thought as she remembered her brother. He had been one of the friendliest of her siblings, always wanting to follower her around like a dog every since she was toddler. In that gurgled voice of his that made it hard to understand him, she could always hear that one word clearly from him. ‘ Sister.... sister....’ he would always say in a happy tone voice, a big smile on his uneven face when ever he said it. A single tear rolled down the side of Lily’s face as she remembered what happened to him. Her mother decided that one day he would make a great candidate to try out a new fire spell on. An like many of his brothers before him, Greenie didn’t survive the testing of the spell. Gods Lily could still hear the screams he made as her mother roasted him alive.

It wasn’t like she was treated much better then her witchling brothers though. As Lily’s if Lily’s mother wasn’t working her to the bone, she was abusing her. With any time something went wrong she would some how blame Lily for it. This hostility she endured from her mother stemmed from her ‘deformity’ from down below. Witches were often known for there misandry, hence why they turned all of their sons into witchlings. It wasn’t just due to them lacking any innate magical capabilities, but also prejudice. They saw men, all men as stupid, ugly, clumsy, beastly, and just generally inferior to women. So as Lily had a cock, the main identifiable feature of a man, her mother considered her to have traits. Never did she miss a chance to degraded Lily, or insult. Even as Lily did everything she asked, every chore every task, she tried to do her best. However it was never enough to pleases her, all because she had a cock. Just the thought of the time she spent under her mother made Lily’s blood boil. She only barely managed to escape that old crow, when she was fourteen, yet still the memories haunted her. It just wasn’t fair the way she grew up!

If it wasn’t for her mother’s selfishness she would have been born normal, she wouldn’t have been cursed with a cock in the first place! The damned thing made her life just that much harder, literally harder! Ever since she came of age she would often find herself with many unwanted erections. Even the most lustful of male youths had probably less of tough times with sudden desires then Lily did. Most certainly this had to also be part of the demons curse as, even with magic she couldn’t quell how often she became aroused. This problem became so bad it was the main reason why she turned to a life of crime. After all it was hard to keep focus on a craft, or keep a job when one has to keep fighting an erection. The worst part of all was that they didn’t stop until she had orgasmed.

Lily sighed her mind thinking back to that one time she tried to run a shop for an owner, which even though it was a really easy job, her dick kept making her have to take unscheduled ‘breaks’ in her shift. These breaks would result in lost business, and the store getting robbed as thieves would sneak in to steal whatever they could while she was locked away in the back room ‘taking care’ of her erection.

Incidents like that one were common with what ever occupation Lily tried. Ever occupation started out okay, but every employee always told Lily that she just wasn’t reliable. The most sorrowful parts of had head that repeated to her over, and over again is that Lily knew that they where right. Who would hire some one that would just leave the job their doing at a moment’s notice? The only reason some one like that would be kept around would be if they knew about her condition and pitied her. Which is something Lily didn’t want. Both because she didn’t want pity, and because she didn’t want to go around sharing information about her privates just so she could find job. Seriously who would trouble their selves with a charity case like her? Her mind is then pulled away from that thought as her cock started to throb even harder. Fuckkkkk she was going to have to take care of this erection, but how should she?