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"Streaks"
By Shon Richards	

Through my crystal ball, I watched brave Viona take the lead.  
She walked with a steady purpose down the dark corridor, and she never 
showed doubt.  Not for a moment.  Her companions were less courageous, 
but they were bolstered by Viona's confidence.  Although they faced me, 
the dread wizard Zandark, they had complete faith that Viona would once 
again defeat me and save the poor enslaved villagers.  Those idiots had 
no idea.

I turned my focus from her followers to the warrior-heroine 
herself.  I loved how her gold breastplate glowed, even in the shadows 
it caught all possible light and illuminated the curves of her 
bountiful breasts.  Her thighs were bare, covered only by her leather 
skirt—it allowed her to kick and leap with such agility.  She held her 
legendary Moon Sword with a solid grip that caused my cock to twitch as 
I remembered how tight that grip could be.  Her long black hair was 
tied back in a ponytail, and flew behind her as she moved.  I was 
mesmerized by the streaks of white shimmering in the faint light.  

The bards have an explanation for the new white streaks that 
always appear after brave Viona battles me.  They say the white emerges 
because of the fresh horrors she sees in my Dark Towers.  They say it 
is because no man or woman can face me and emerge unchanged.  The truth 
is much darker.  If the bards knew the secret of Viona's white streaks, 
it would change both our legends forever.

My desire for Viona grew as I watched her step carefully down the 
hall.  Her perfect calves were encased in her thigh high leather boots.  
I have always had a weakness for those boots.  

It was time to weed out her group for our 'final' battle.

The floor gave out under their thief, Pibbons.  He fell into my 
Mirror Maze where, for fun, three Dire Tigers began stalking him.  
Let's see if her cunning thief can survive this ultimate test of 
escape.  I have faith in the sneaky bastard.

A trapped mirror sucked in the soul of her Elven companion, 
Galana.  The Elven Princess will remain a statue while her soul battles 
the will of a trapped Sphinx for supremacy of the mirror.  The battle 
will be purely mental and most likely involve some riddles, but Galana 
was assured victory.  She might even escape under five hours.

A special fate awaited the chivalrous Macan of the Blue Shield.  
The ass.  He had been courting Viona for five years.  Following her 
from one adventure to another, always treating her with kindness, 
deference and tenderness--the fool dreamed of marrying her.  Didn't he 
realize by now that Viona lived a life of adventure because she liked 
danger?  What kind of excitement could a dull, safe man like him give 
her?

	The Harpies captured Macan while he was crossing one of the 
chasms that fill my Dark Towers.  Hopefully, after spending a few hours 
with those lewd 'ladies,' he might learn something.  If nothing else, 
they'll smudge up his armor.

	Viona was now alone, but I had one more challenge for her before 
I allowed her into my sanctum. She had to cross my Chamber of Fire 
Elementals.  These raging demons, composed entirely of flame, were no 
match for her Moon Sword, but they weren't meant to harm her.  I just 
wanted her to sweat hard for a good ten minutes before she faced me.  
Viona always looked her best when she was covered in a sheen of 
perspiration.

	 With a heroic effort, Viona finally broke into my sanctum.  She 
was breathing hard, and the flames raged behind her.  Her breastplate 
was heaving from her exertions, and her black hair was free from its 
ponytail and lay wet against her head.  Viona's blue eyes glared at me.

	"What have you done to my friends?" she demanded while she 
pointed her Moon Sword at me.

	"Now Viona, have I ever harmed your loyal companions?" I replied 
as I stood from my throne.  

	She didn't answer.  I liked to think the sight of my nude body 
held her in stunned silence as my robe fell from my broad shoulders to 
reveal my naked form.  Muscles rippled along my arms and chest as I 
strode towards her.  I stroked my black goatee as I approached, knowing 
her eyes were focused on my cruel sensuous lips.  My manhood swung 
between my legs, and I discovered that I was wrong about her eyes.  
They weren't looking at my face at all.  

	"You're already naked?" Viona snorted.  "Presuming a lot, aren't 
we?"

	I snapped my fingers.  The tamed Tentacle Beast responded 
instantly.  Coils of iron hard tentacles reached down and grabbed 
Viona's wrists and ankles.  She roared in anger as she was lifted from 
the ground.  Suspended in the air before me, she struggled briefly but 
it was no use.  Even her mighty biceps couldn't break that grip.  

	"Zandark!" she screamed.  "Release me now!"

	I grabbed her Moon Sword telekinetically, being careful not to 
touch the mystic edge even by thought.  The sword dropped to the ground 
a safe distance away from the warrior heroine.  Only then did I come 
close enough to touch Viona.

	"It's been a long time," I said as ran my clawed fingernails down 
her sweaty bicep.

	"You said you'd be Lansdale," Viona accused.

	"I wanted to have some time to enjoy myself before you came and 
destroyed another one of my Dark Towers," I countered.  My fingernails 
moved up her arm and to her face.  Her lips trembled as I ran a claw 
over her bottom lip.  

	"What did they give you when you defeated me last time?" I asked.  

	She took a moment to answer because she was enjoying the feel of 
my claw on her cheek.  "I was given a thousand pieces of gold by the 
King, and Macan was granted a new device for his heraldry."

	My fingers went to her hair and clenched.  "Don't mention his 
name when we are together," I warned her.

	She winced as I pulled her hair, but she smiled.  "Jealous 
again?"

	"Always," I said and then I kissed her.

	Kissing a warrior is never simple.  Her tongue battled mine.  Her 
lips devoured my mouth as much as I devoured hers.  We warred to taste 
each other, and when our mouths finally broke free, she was as 
breathless as I.

	"The things you make me do," I whispered.  I hugged a finger 
under the collar of her breastplate and uttered a single Word of Power.  
With a simple motion, my finger tore through the gold steel, slitting 
her breastplate down to her belly.  Her undershirt I disintegrated with 
another Word until her naked breasts were hanging free in all their 
glory.

	"You bastard!" Viona growled, true anger on her face.  "These 
breastplates cost a fortune!"

	I chuckled and grabbed one of her hanging tits.  She moaned as my 
claws sunk into her soft flesh.  My hand kneaded her breast as her 
nipple became flushed and hard.  A white streak of hair fell on her 
face where it stuck to her wet check.

	I was reaching for her other breast when I noticed a tiny mark by 
her nipple.  My magic sight peered at the strange blemish and I 
realized it was a White Ward!  My claws grasped the nipple I was 
groping, and I pinched her harshly till she cried out.

	"A White Ward?" I accused her.  "If I had touched it, I would 
have burst into flames!"

	Viona smiled.  "Thus ending your reign of evil forever."

	The bitch always had to fight it.  That might be why I loved her.  
Using an arcane gesture, I banished the White Ward from her breast.  
Once it was purified, I claimed my reward orally.  I leaned down and 
sucked her nipple into my mouth.  The sweat of her flesh tasted 
wonderful, and the moans that accompanied the actions of my tongue made 
me forget the treachery of the Ward.  I bit her breasts gently with my 
fangs until she was writhing against the tentacles in lust.

	"Any other surprises I should know about?" I asked her.

	"No," she gasped.  Her breasts were glowing red from my 
attentions.  

	I walked behind her and snapped my fingers.  Another tentacle 
reached down and wrapped around Viona's waist.  It pulled her so that 
her ass was now level with her head.  The Tentacle Beast also pulled 
her legs apart.  He was a well-trained monster.

	Removing Viona's leather skirt, I was amused to see her wearing 
another chastity belt.  A simple spell turned the metal into mist.  Her 
buttocks clenched as the cold mist settled on her skin.  I was 
delighted to see that she had shaved today so that her sex was as bare 
and smooth as her thighs.  That's my heroine slut.

	I kissed her ass.  Some heroes might be surprised to discover 
that I, Zandark, had kissed the ass of Viona but I didn't mind.  She 
had a delightful ass.  And how many of those heroes had kissed her ass 
metaphorically and would give their soul to do it literally?

	"Turn her over," I commanded, and the Tentacle Beast obeyed.  
Viona growled with rage as the tentacles manipulated her suspended 
body.  She was more enraged by her new position.  The warrior was 
facing me now.  Her arms were held straight up, and her legs were 
spread wide and lewdly for my enjoyment.  Worse, she was now facing me.

	"This is much better," I sneered.  I ran my claws up her belly 
and groped a sore breast.  Her blue eyes flashed at mine.  She was 
deliberately trying to ignore my cock that was inches away from her 
sex.

	"I want to see the love on your face when I fuck you," I told 
her.

	She spitted at me.  "I have no love for you," Viona said 
defiantly.

	I wiped the spit from my chest and rubbed it on my cock.  "That's 
true," I admitted.  "You have much less noble reasons for letting me do 
this."

My claws went to her cleft and parted her lips.  She hissed as my 
claws ran up and down the inside of her sex.  Her powerful thighs 
clenched and pulled against the tentacles but it was useless.  I kissed 
her lovely boots as my fingers toyed with her.

"Zandark," Viona moaned.  My claws found her clitoris, and I 
began gently rolling it.  She had seen these claws slit stone, but she 
knew how careful I would be with her.  Her face flushed with 
excitement.

"My claws are already being soaked by you," I told her.  I raised 
one finger to my lips and sucked her desire.  "You've been teased 
enough, haven't you?"

"Yes," she said huskily.

"Want me to quit taunting you and just fuck you?" I asked.  I 
laid my cheek against her boot-covered calf.  The smell of her sweat 
mixed with leather enflamed me.

"Please," Viona asked.  

"Say it out loud," I demanded.  

The proud warrior heroine swallowed and frowned, but her hard 
nipples betrayed her vanity.  It's hard to look indigent when your lips 
are quivering with need.  She knew the rules, and she always came back 
to play.  If I ever relented I knew she might kill me.

"Fuck me, please," Viona the Brave asked.

"Again," I snarled as I stroked my cock.

"Fuck me with your cock," Viona the Fearless asked me.

I slapped my cock against her lips hard enough to sting us both.  
"Again!"

"Fuck me like I'm your bitch!" Viona snarled.  "Fuck me like a 
slut!  Fuck me like your whore!  Just fuck me hard asshole!"

I pushed into her and we both moaned in unison.  Her sex was a 
Fire Elemental unto itself.  My cock slipped into her lips and sunk 
down to my balls.  

It made losing another Dark Tower seem a small price to pay.

"Finally!" Viona growled with satisfaction.  She tossed her head 
back and hung loosely in the tentacles as I fucked her.  The mighty 
warrior was just a simple woman as I pumped her sex.  Only in my power 
could she let go of herself enough to be pleasured.

My arm wrapped around a leather calf as I fucked her.  With my 
other arm I grabbed a bouncing breast and squeezed.  Her nipple was 
trapped between my closing fingers, and Viona screamed with pleasure as 
my claws gently raked her bosom.  My cock rammed her hanging sex, and I 
watched the sweat fly from her body.  She was as beautiful in surrender 
as she was in battle.

Her leather boot began to unravel as my claws sank into it.  With 
a growl I tore her boot off and turned to bite her bulging calf.  Viona 
cried out as my mouth clamped onto her sweaty skin.  I continued to 
fuck her, and I could feel the muscle of her leg tense under my teeth 
with each thrust.

"Harder Zandark!" the shameless heroine begged.  "Claim me!"

I claimed her.  With unrelenting thrusts I claimed my prize.  My 
cock made her mine.  Her begging screams were my title of ownership.  
As she hung from the ceiling impaled on my manhood, Viona climaxed in a 
glorious wail of release.

The wails rose and fell as she rode her other climaxes.  
Sometimes she would pull against her bonds as she orgasm became too 
powerful to handle and other times she would hang limply as the orgasm 
stripped her of strength.  Regardless, I continued to fuck her with my 
superhuman endurance until the warrior heroine begged me to stop.

"Zandark, I can't take anymore," she moaned.

"You can finish me in other ways," I chuckled.  I pulled my cock 
free and marveled at how slick and shiny it was.  A snap of my fingers 
moved her into her final position.  She squealed like a fresh bride as 
the tentacles turned back over onto her stomach and brought her head 
down to my cock.

"Yes!" she said lustily before my cock entered her mouth.  My 
hands grabbed her white-streaked black hair and pulled her head down to 
my crotch.  Viona moaned, and her lips and throat vibrated around my 
cock.

Up and down I pulled her head over my cock, and Viona faithfully 
kept her lips wrapped tight around me.  The tongue that had commanded 
armies licked the veins of my masculinity.  She grunted as I roughly 
fucked her mouth, and her gasps only increased my passion.

My cock exploded between her lips and filled her mouth with my 
seed.  I quickly pulled her head off me and stroked myself.  Viona 
clenched her eyes and smiled as pumped my seed onto her face.  Flying 
streams of white coated her face and hair as I roared with pleasure.

Few people know that the seed of a wizard stains whatever it 
touches.  

"Dark Gods of Helkos!" I whispered when I was finally done.

"Bright Gods of Paratin," Viona agreed.

"I could take you with me," I offered as the tentacles dropped 
her lightly to the ground.  "There are lands we could go to that have 
never heard of Viona the White, or Zandark the Cruel."

Viona laughed as she slowly crawled over to her Moon Sword.  "And 
be your wench forever at your beck and call in another Dark Tower?  I 
don't think so."

"Would it be so bad?" I asked.  "I could summon plenty of nasty 
things for you to fight."

She was almost to her sword.  "There's more to life than just 
killing things.  There's helping people.  There's also the thrill of 
adventure."

I waved it off.  "We could rule the world together.  Isn't that 
enough adventure for you?

Viona picked up her sword.  "I might have fallen for you," she 
said a little sadly.  "But I haven't fallen that far." 

That was when she spun around and threw the Moon Sword.  The 
deadly blessed touch of that mystic weapon could slay me with a nick.  
Fortunately, I was already beginning to fade into the Ether.

"Yet," I said before my dimensional shift was complete.

I didn't hear her answer.

The end.