User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Cursed Sword RedNSFW

Seeing no other options, I hide in the remains of the hut, keeping down and quiet, trying not to start hyperventilating. As she approached I can hear a panting voice, whispering. I strain to hear what the cursed blade is saying.

"I saw him, I'm sure I saw him... No, no there was definitely a man here. Where are you hiding, little man?" I look between two of the logs forming the wall. I try to hold back a gasp as her sword arm cleaves straight through the table crate, then throwing the top half into the cabin.

"Hmm... Not here, I'm sure he didn't run for the forest... Grrr." She wildly lashes out at the chair I'd been resting on, again cutting through it as if it were paper. I realise I'm starting to hyperventilate, and try to force myself to calm down.

"Are you in here?" She growls as she approaches the cabin. I finally get a look at her face. One eye is a pale blue, while the other seems to shine red. I carefully try to move towards a hole in the wall, she's moved out of sight of the gap I'd found, and I sit and wait, hoping to be out of sight as she enters.

"Peekaboo..." My blood turns to ice at the word. I look up just in time to see her leap down from the wall, driving that honed edge deep into my chest. I'm shocked when there's no pain, just a feeling of emptiness. My strength starts to wane, but as I grow weaker, I feel a pulsing heat flood my body. She's looking at me with a wild grin, twisting the blade impaling me, as slowly her armour begins to dissolve, the previously imposing form replaced by soft creamy flesh.

The heat increases, and I feel my loins stirring. I groan at the poor choice of my manhood to rise now of all times, but as it does, I recall what happened to her previous victims. Now I groan with a different pain, the unsated need growing in my crotch quickly becoming painful.

Finally I let out a roar, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her onto her back with all my strength, which feels far greater than before. As I do this, the blade spearing me rips through me, leaving a great rent of mild numbness in my chest. I barely notice as I tear my own pants off and stab her.

We stay there, in the cabin, for hours, my tattered shirt coming off at some point I don't recall. When finally we're both sated, I let out a sigh, lying on the wooden floor, next to the woman who'd been screaming my name, the exchange of which I barely remembered. I recalled she'd named herself Dianne. As I rise I feel a single soft arm wrap around my waist.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Please, don't leave. Stay here, stay with me." I look down at her, the mad grin replaced by a quivering pout, eyes on the verge of tears. I scoop her up in my arms, telling her that of course I'll stay with her. I could never leave the woman whom I'd made my wife. She wrapped both arms around me, whispering of what we'd do together, of how she'd defend me against anyone who tried to harm me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">We returned to the town, finding my old house. It was occupied by a lamia and her husband, wrapped tightly together mid-coitus. I smiled, feeling my shaft harden at the sight. Dianne saw the erection, and growled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Does she turn you on?" Her voice was low, and there was a clear threat in the tone. I pushed her against the wall and sheathed myself into her. I told her that, yes, watching them did get me hard, but there was only one place to sheathe my sword. She smiled and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss and proceeded to spend another few hours in her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">We lived happily in my old home, even letting the lamia and her husband stay with us. Every time my wife began to grow jealous of her I'd remind her just who my heart belonged to.