The witch and the cursed doll
Title: The witch and the cursed doll
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: AU, fantasy, angst
Pairing: Hongbin x female oc
Length: one shot, fairly long
Rating: NC-17, not sure?
Summary: In a land very different from our own, a witch finds herself strangely drawn to a young slave.
A/N: I play RPG’s, and in my current game I am a tiefling witch; The female oc in this fic is based entirely off of that character.
She strode down the seedy streets of Pangolais in the country of Nidal as if she owned it. But the small female bore no love for the city of her birth; it was a cursed land; the people living in fear of the dark powers that ruled them. Diminutive in size, the creature hid beneath a full length cloak; her identity masked by magic. As she mingled among the crowd, stopping now and again to purchase a meager meal; no one would suspect that she was a Tiefling; a member of a race whose human ancestors made a bargain with devils to increase their power.
A spotted cat hid inside her voluminous robes; no ordinary feline, it was just as mysterious as the mistress he served. His name was Creeper, and he was her familiar; a creature that taught her magic spells; spells that helped protect the small female who now fed him morsels of her evening meal.
“Mistress,” the cat mewled; the young woman understanding her familiar’s voice; “the place you seek is up ahead.”
The young woman smiled beneath her disguise as she took a quick sip from her wineskin. She reached inside her hood and scratched between the cat’s ears.
“Good boy,” she whispered to him; “ shall we go inside?”
The cat purred and she gave him the remainder of her chicken.
A short walk from the bazaars were the houses of ill repute; they were common in this city; Pangolais like the other towns in Nidal were not known for being pillars of justice. Gambling halls and brothels were a plenty, and no laws prevented their owners from turning a pretty profit.
A few drunk patrons staggered by; some arm and arm with whores. All kinds flocked to the brothels; rich and poor alike; and no matter what land you travelled to, there was always a place to get laid. But the establishment she was looking for had something special; something peculiar to Pangolais; The Palace of Pain.
Stepping within the den of iniquity, the young woman paused for a moment to survey her surroundings. Such atrocities that she beheld would horrify most; but the young witch had seen far worse in her campaigns with her companions; despite her diminutive size, she was quite formidable and had helped to dispatch many foul creatures. But these were not kobolds, goblins or legions of the undead; these were men; humans treating each other like playthings for their own amusement. They were, in fact, more monstrous than all the fantastical creatures that dwelled in the dungeons which she had helped to plunder.
Hafling servants flitted by with goblets and sweet meats; they catered to the patrons; mostly human, but a few elves mingled among the paying customers. There were racks and other devices and instruments of torture scattered around the room; patrons paying to watch or participate in acts of violence and brutality against hapless slaves.
The witch looked upstairs; whores of every gender, shape and size leaned over the balcony in various states of undress, but they held no attraction for her. She needed something special; more than just a quick tumble for a few coins. No; the witch needed him.
Chains rattling in a nearby cage caught her attention.
“Mistress,” Creeper whispered in her ear.
The witch narrowed her eyes.
“Silence now,” she told the feline “Make yourself scarce.”
The cat turned himself invisible as he climbed onto her shoulder then landed quietly on the floor. He would follow her; be her eyes and her ears as she navigated through this dangerous place.
The young witch walked daintily in the direction of the chains, Creeper trotting by her side. Ahead of her, encased within the metal bars was what she was looking for. He was tall; although everyone was taller than she was. She could have been mistaken for a child if it weren’t for her finely carved darkwood staff and her pouch laden with gold coin. It jingled as she walked; many of the patrons turning in the direction of the clinking sound. They mumbled under their breath to each other as she dared to place a slender hand through the narrow bars.
The witch smiled beneath her orange and green velvet robes. For the first time that evening, she pulled down her mantle rimmed with white fur.
The crowd gasped as they beheld her beauty, but her visage was a lie, for her true appearance was hidden by a spell of disguise.
“Be careful, he bites,” a tall woman in satin raiments warned her.
“That’s alright,” she answered, “so do I.”
The crowd broke out in boisterous laughter.
The chains rattled once more as the tall captive within stretched out towards her in defiance.
He grimaced at her; teeth bared; making aggressive biting motions. His hands grasped the bars, but she did not flinch.
“That’s close enough Hongbin,” the tall woman scolded; she was obviously his owner.
The chains were pulled back hard by another slave; a brutish half-orc in a leather tunic.
The human male cried out as the chains pulled his flesh; falling to his knees he dared to stare at the tiny female before him.
“He’s feisty,” the witch replied as she examined the young man closer.
His exposed flesh was adorned with piercings; some fresh; his lower body covered by a simple pair of black leggings.
“Are you interested?” the tall woman asked, spying the witch’s pouch of money.
“Perhaps,” the Tiefling answered. “Can he see out of that eye?”
The slave lifted his face and stared at the witch; his white eye with it’s black “X” staring into her soul.
“Of course, but then again, you already knew that didn’t you….”
The witch waved her hand.
“No names. It’s not necessary. Give me your best room with your finest wine and drink; one with a spectacular view. I enjoy the moonlight as it streaks through my window.”
The young woman dug deep into her pouch and unloaded a great deal of wealth into the slave owner’s greedy hands.
The slave mistress bowed to the smaller woman and nodded to her brutish servant. The witch stood by as the young slave was carefully removed from his cage. The human’s eerie, magical eye never wandered from her face. He struggled as a collar was placed around his slender neck; he lifted his chin high; jet black hair moving slightly enough to reveal his other eye; untouched by magic, it was dark and almond shaped.
“Tian Xia,” the Tiefling mumbled under her breath as she recognized the youth for what he was; a native of the Dragon Empires.
“I’ve found you,” she said, keeping her excitement to herself.
The youth was lead upstairs followed by the Halflings carrying trays of food and drink. The young witch glanced at the rest of the patrons who were still staring at her. She acknowledged them with a nod and climbed the stairs to her room, eagerly anticipating an evening full of promised pleasure.
The room was opulent and covered in tapestries. It was richly decorated yet not as gaudy as she expected. A fire was lit as well as a few scented candles. The Haflings set the meal on a heavy oak table and waited to be dismissed. Their mistress gave them the signal and they scurried out of the room.
The witch stood in the doorway as the half-orc chained his charge to the bed. The woman bowed deeply to her and ordered the orc to follow him. The door was closed, and the witch was finally alone with her prize, or so it seemed.
Still invisible, Creeper sat before the fire place. Taking a deep breath the witch undid the ties to her cloak and tossed it over the table.
The youth swallowed hard as she approached him; he had bedded many a wench, although he was always bound, but this one was different. Fear struck him as he spied a talisman on her belt; white and doll shaped, it too had an “X” for an eye.. She sensed his uneasiness and unbuckled it from her waist.
“My doll frightens you, doesn’t it? You don’t like magic. Fear not, I won’t be using it on you.”
She dropped the belt, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The witch could see that he was still uneasy; he turned his head toward a painting on the wall; she glanced quickly and realized that the eyes in the painting moved; they were being watched from a secret room. With a slight turn of her hand, a spell went off, the voyeur overcome with the sudden desire to take a nap.
“Are there any other peep holes I should be aware of,” she asked?
He shook his head and she smiled.
Detecting no further intruders or any signs of magic, the witch concentrated her attention on the young man who was conveniently tied to her bed.
“This place is full of surprises; one more to be revealed, I think.”
Her captive nearly choked on his own saliva as the facade of a human female disappeared; her true self revealed.
“Tiefling,” he gasped.
“Sorry for the deception, but it was necessary.”
The native of the Dragon Empires stared in disbelief; the young female before him had cat-like eyes, pointed ears and a set of small, spiral horns which peeked out from beneath a shock of reddish-brown hair.
“Don’t worry,” she told him; “ I don’t have cloven hooves or a tail. I got lucky.”
The witch grabbed a plate of food and sat down on the bed next to the slave.
“Are you hungry, Hongbin?”
A piece of chicken was brought to his lips and he accepted it; a trickle of grease running down his chin; tongue flicking out to catch it.
“Let me get that,” the witch told him; her fingers swiping across his full mouth.
She gave him wine next; the delicious liquid making him moan as it trickled down the back of his throat.
Is it good?”
He nodded, then shivered as she undid the ties to his top. His eyes fluttered closed as her fingers traced rivulets across his bare flesh; he was right about her; she was different. This evening would not be filled with pain, but with pleasure.
The slave didn’t seem to mind that he was still bound in chains; he was used to being submissive; but being treated tenderly was not something he had experienced in a long time.
He hissed at her as she dribbled the wine on his chest; it stung as it trickled past his ribs where his skin had been recently torn by the half-orc’s whip. The pain dissipated as the Tiefling lapped the liquid from his skin.
She stared at him and he grinned; it had been ages since he smiled. It was a shame that this feeling of euphoria would only last one night. In the morning he would return to the cage and his life of constant torment and pain. He tried not to think of it; focusing instead on the warmth in his belly and the curling of his toes as slender fingers released his hardened length from the confines of his leggings. She pulled them past his hips; her hands stroking him firmly; the great vein that ran the length of him engorged with blood. He was so stiff now; he couldn’t wait to be inside her; this creature with the blood of devils flowing within her veins.
But the witch had other ideas; his heart lurched in his chest as she engulfed him; his body moving upward instinctively. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but the chains prevented him from doing so. He cried out in frustration and with a flick of her wrist her magic undid his bonds. Strong hands grasped handfuls of her hair as he gently rocked his hips forward to aid her.
The witch released his cock from her mouth and he groaned in disappointment.
“What’s your name?” he asked her.
I am Jin Ri, “ she answered as she undressed herself.
He watched in silence, relieved to find that she was right about not having cloven hooves and a tail. She walked around the room blowing out all the candles save one until only the fireplace illuminated the room.
She straddled him and kissed him sweetly.
“You’re not afraid any more, are you?”
The native of The Dragon Empires sighed heavily.
“Only of losing my heart.”
The witch sat beside him in the bed and batted her golden cat-eyes at him. He leaned in to her and whispered in her ear.
“Can I make love to you, Jin Ri?”
The witch lay on her back and spread her legs wide.
“Tonight, you are free, Hongbin, and I am your slave.”
Jin Ri wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid inside her; she felt his tears upon her face and realized that he was still in pain. She had forgotten about the pieces of glass which protruded from his skin; a gruesome reminder of his torture at the hands of his cruel mistress. She dulled his pain with a healing spell as he continued to make love to her; thrusting deep inside her he struggled to maintain control. So many paying customers came to abuse him and be abused in return. Not this one; not his Tielfling, his Jin Ri.
The witch’s back arched as he brought her over the edge; her insides tightening around his girth; juices flowing and coating his length. She called out his name and he snapped. He cried out incomprehensible words in his native tongue as he pitched forward; thrusting one final time he spilled his seed deep within her.
They collapsed together on the covers; legs and arms entwined; they clung to each other like vine to a tree.
“I don’t want to go back,” he wept into her shoulder.
“Shh,” she told him.
She slid off the bed and tossed him his clothes. He reluctantly dressed; watching her through tear-filled eyes as she did the same.
“I have a few more surprises for you.”
Hongbin staggered backwards as Creeper materialized before him.
“This is my familiar and together we are going to break the spell upon you. I am a Pathfinder. I’ve come on behalf of the Lantern Lodge. My friends are waiting not far from here. This is a rescue mission. We’re going to take you home to Hwanggot.”
Hongbin fell to his knees and openly wept.
“Quiet now, we must hurry.”
With a few magic words and a few well placed movement of her hands, Jin Ri, along with Creeper used a break enchantment spell upon the native of the Dragon Empires.
The magic spell engulfed him and his heavy burden drifted away. All his wounds healed; piercings closed; metal rings dissipating into thin air.
“My eye?”
She smiled at him.
“You are whole once more, my Tian Xia lotus flower.”
He blushed at her words; they seemed strange coming from a woman of fiendish ancestry.
Jin Ri wasted no more time. She grabbed the remaining candle and told Hongbin to open the curtains. She put the candle in the window, signalling her friends who were staked out in the building across the alleyway. They responded in kind and the Tiefling blew out the candle. She donned her cloak, Creeper once more hiding inside the hood.
Opening the window, she looked below and shook her head.
“Are you afraid of heights?” the former slave asked her.
“No, but I’m not sure this is going to work.”
She stood on the window ledge and extended her hand to Hongbin.
“We’re going to jump?”
Jin Ri winced as she felt Creeper’s claws dig into her shoulder.
“Do you trust me?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Hold on tight.”
He closed his eyes as she stepped off the ledge, surprised and relieved to find that instead of falling, they floated gently to the ground. She let go of his waist only to grab his hand.
“No time to waste. We have horses to get us out of the city.”
Her friends arrived and they quickly mounted and rode away from the brothel. Hongbin didn’t even look back. It was over, and he was heading home.
Once out of the reach of the evil realm of Nidal, they met with a caravan that was heading east. The Lantern Lodge had planned everything. Their confidence in Jin Ri’s ability to rescue Hongbin was never questioned.
“You’re not coming with me?” he asked the Tiefling. “I thought you would escort me home?”
The other Pathfinder’s turned away; they would give their comrade a few moments to say goodbye.
“I must return to Absalom, just as you must return to your brothers. They are waiting for you.”
“So, they paid you to find me. This was just another mission for you. What we had meant nothing?”
The witch reached out and stroked his cheek.
“I am complicated. It would never work. Go home to your brothers, my sweet Tian Xia lotus flower.”
She turned her horse away from him and rode off; Hongbin watching through tear-filled eyes as she faded from view.
“That boy is sweet on you,” Creeper mewled.
The witch sighed deeply. As she caught up to her comrades she mumbled something under her breath; the little white doll on her belt glowing a bright red...