Brute , just like the Undead

I snuck to the end of the cavern corridor and peered into the main room of the lair. I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the aura. I found my eyes drawn to a corner of the cavernous room. There was a small study set up there, with a bed and a desk and a bookshelf. A slight illumination shone from the desk, the soft flickering of a candle, and a small figure was curled over the desk. I could faintly hear the scratching of quill on parchment.

I snuck forward, casting my eye over the room again; I didn't want to be snuck up on again.

"Fool." The witch said suddenly, pulling away from her work. "Did you think I wouldn't notice one of my undead being destroyed?"

I started to run at the sound of her voice, raising my dagger in preparation to throw. At the pattering of my steps the witch turned, grabbing an ironwood stave, and shouted, "Did you really think that would work?"I threw my dagger, cursing myself for a fool; the only solace I had was that, with how quickly she'd turned, I would never have gotten close enough to cum on her.

She parried the dagger with her staff, her angelic face marred by a contemptuous grin. She was petite, I thought, stretching out my hands, Maybe I can wrestle her to the ground.

Her staff twirled and she thrust out her hand, shouting in a guttural tongue. Her eyes, so impossibly blue shone with their own light, and energy lashed out between us. It was as if I was struck by the hand of a giant, I flew through the air, my vision fuzzing, and I hit something.

I blacked out for a moment from the impact, and then a lance of fire pierced my side. I looked down at the cherry-red length of ironwood sticking out of my smouldering guts, and screamed as it tore itself free and flew back to the witches hand. "Truly, such a fool. But a rare subject, perhaps, with those horns and claws."

"You-"

Again, she spoke in that rough tongue and I felt fire in my mouth. My tongue sizzled with heat, and I cried out in pain.

"As it happens, I recently lost one of my puppets; so gracious of you to volunteer to replace what I lost." She reached forwards, her eyes glowing bright.

Beautiful. . . I thought, the strength leaving me. "So. . . b-beautiful. . ."