This choice: Evelyn the evil witch calls for you from the town square. • Go Back...Chapter #6Evelyn Evilzhott the Evil Witch by: Sly F   A voice outside was shouting your name, loud and clear, asking you to come to her. As loud and forceful as it was, it sounded more excited than anxious. Feminine and almost playful. Dare you say, seductive?
One of Sabrianna's pointy ears was cocked to the side and alert.
"Evelyn!" she exclaimed. "The dark witch!"
You attempted to pull away from the elfin beauty.
"I should go to her."
"No!" Sabrianna grabbed you tighter and kept gently kissing your chest. "It's not safe. Just ignore her. Let's continue with what we're doing here."
But Evelyn won't stop calling for you outside, and you insist that you should confront her for the sake of Sabrianna and her people. The elf girl sighs disappointedly, but she pulls her tunic back on and finally fulfills her promise to help you get into your clothes and armor. Her green eyes are no longer sparkling emeralds but stone cold serious and her toothy grin is now an angry pout. Her playfulness is all gone. The mood has been thoroughly vanquished.
Sabrianna puts your frog-shaped amulet around your neck and then guides you to the village square, towards the sound of Evelyn Evilzhott's voice.
Evelyn smiles when she sees you. Her voice turns surprisingly friendly.
"Oh, there you are, handsome Frog!"
The entire village seems to have gathered around her, but everyone keeps a wary distance, creating a wide circle for you to enter to face her.
You notice archers in towers, bows aimed and ready to fire at her. Evelyn's certainly making her heart a tempting target; her deep, pillowy cleavage on full display between the runes tattooed over her breasts and the decolletage of her impossibly tight dress, decorated with the dark, verdant plumage of some unknown bird, corset hugging the curvy contours of her body tightly.
She looks exactly like she did in the mirage Ganderlidor conjured up to show you earlier, but in the flesh she's even more alluring.
You can't help noting the sharp contrast between her and the elf girl you were just in bed with. Sabrianna has that soft, sunshine colored hair that frames her angelic face like a halo. Evelyn's dark, silken hair runs down her back and over her shoulders and is carefully arranged on the top of her head to resemble a crown.
Sabrianna's eyes are bright green and playful. Evelyn's eyes are dark and mysterious. Sabrianna's face appears youthful and innocent. Evelyn's face is shadowy with millennia of forbidden knowledge.
Sabrianna's tunic is simple and inexpensive. Evelyn's dark gown is incredibly ornate. And while Evelyn appears to be maybe an inch shorter than Sabrianna, she carries herself like a much taller woman.
She looks deeply into your eyes and speaks.
"I'm sure the elves have tried to recruit you to join their cause," she says. "I'm here to beg you to consider joining mine instead."
The threat of these words seems to be too much for one of the archers to take. He looses his arrow.
As the projectile flies towards her ample bosom, Evelyn holds a hand out towards it and utters an incantation. Right before it reaches her, the arrow transforms into a swarm of angry insects. They fly back to the archer and sting him. As he screams in pain, Evelyn suddenly lunges forward and grabs you.
Mervia fades around you and the parlor of Evelyn's cottage appears instead. You're sitting tight together on her settee.
There's a roaring fire in the fireplace. You're surrounded by occult objects. They're beautiful but frightening all at once. Much like Evelyn herself.
The walls are lined with shelves filled with tomes of ancient knowledge. In front of the fire is a rug made from a dead griffin.
Evelyn unwraps her arms from around you, but her hips still press enticingly into yours.
A young chimera pup saunters across the floor and barks at your heels.
"He likes you," Evelyn says, petting each of its heads in turn. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
"Ganderlidor and Huving told me you were after my mighty Babeslayer."
"It's true that I could handle your Babeslayer so skillfully you could not withstand it," Evelyn says, rising from your side to pour two glasses from a decanter of blood red wine, affording you a view of how nicely her gown and verdant feathery skirt hug the backside of her. "But I don't just want the Babeslayer; I want the man it's attached to. That's why I teleported you here so we could have an intimate discussion in private."
She sips from one glass while proffering the other to you in her elegantly gloved hand. You eye it with suspicion.
"I have no desire to harm you," Evelyn says, giving you a look that could make anyone blush.
Her dulcet tones, combined with the beguiling way she's looking at you and offering you the drink, make you feel welcome enough to take a swallow. The delicious burn surges down your gullet and spreads through your chest.
You immediately feel slightly intoxicated, but is it from the wine, or is it from the sweet, sophisticated fragrance of her perfume, or is it the way she seems to gently glow in the fire light?
"They said you would take hold of my steel and use it to make the forces of evil come all over this world," you say.
"It's true that I represent the forces that the elves call evil," Evelyn says. "But there's really only one question you need to ask. And that question is . . . How does this feel?"
All of a sudden, she grabs your collar and pulls you into her face. She kisses your lips, swishes her tongue around inside your mouth a couple of times, then slowly pulls away. She leaves you gasping from the surprise and the forcefulness and the passion and the pleasure of her mouth on yours.
"I . . . uhhh . . . You . . . uhmm . . . What was the question again?"
Your head is swimming. Could her wine really be that potent? Or is it . . . ?
"How have you bewitched me?" you ask, feeling nothing but warmth towards her even as you say the words.
"I have done nothing to you," Evelyn insists.
"It is a force as ancient and powerful as any of my magicks. It is a force called
lust."
The way she looks at you, eyes wide, head slightly tilted, lips slightly parted, convinces you she's under the influence of the exact same force.
She puckers her lips, and you find yourself leaning in for another kiss.
She pulls her face away from your lips and then presses her mouth against your ear.
"I don't want to be enemies," she says softly. "We should be lovers instead."
She lovingly caresses your cheek with a gloved hand, and the velvety touch is absolutely divine.
"I fight on behalf of the creatures of the night," Evelyn says. "Ancient creatures which are misunderstood and unfairly maligned."
You force yourself to your feet and away from her.
"Vile monsters," you say. "Monsters my guild has vowed to vanquish."
But you barely can remember the vows. Actually, your memory of anything prior to waking up with Sabrianna straddling you is fuzzy at best.
Evelyn rises confidently from her seat and strides up to you.
"These creatures have existed far longer than human or elves," she says. "Who are we to label them as bad or good?"
She embraces you, jumps up, and wraps her legs around your waist. She kisses you until her weight pushes you down on your back on the griffen rug. You lie in the comfort of its luxurious fur and feathers as she kisses your neck.
"We could form a union," she says. "A couple standing side by side as we deliver unto the creatures of the night a land that is rightfully theirs."
You say nothing for a moment, enjoying the feel of the griffen rug on your back, her body on your body, and her lips on the skin of your neck.
"If you say 'no'," Evelyn says between kisses, "I'll return you to Mervia, where the elves will waste your talents using you as a weapon against me. But if you say 'yes,' we can both take off our uncomfortable garments and test the limits of how much pleasure we can both endure."
There's one part of you -- a big, throbbing part -- that wants to get on board with this.
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