Deep in the woods, under Nordic skies lies a secret of magic and amorous
size, where Halvar of lineage old and grand, rules misty forests and icy
land. His castle, a bastion of stone and lore, stands proudly by
the sea's resounding roar, close by a mansion veiled in mystique belonging to Marcella.
Seductive and chic. Haw Var, with eyes like stormy midnight, hid
the secret beneath the moon's pale light, a dragon's heartbeat within his chest.
In human form, the never at rest, Marcella, with locks of night
and gown of lace, walked with a charm. No time could erase her
secret, ancient magic of God's akin a witch of power in high healed sin.
By twilight under a sky so vast, their paths crossed, hearts beating
fast. Halvar in human guise, so fine Marcella, with the starlit air,
divine good Eve. He spoke with a gentle tone. His voice was
like velvet over cobblestone, fair night. She replied with a mystic smile,
her presence enchanting her wit quite vile. Marcella's magic, woven deep, could
summon storms and make time leap, but in Halvar's eyes she found a spark,
a dragon's flame that lit the dark. Halvar, enthralled by her witchy
charm, felt his draconic barriers begin to disarm, to love a witch,
to share his scale and wing. Amidst teasing smiles what he dare sing A
downs ensued a courtship strange in moonlit shadows, they did exchange, from castle's
keep to mansion's grace, in flirty jests, a thrilling chase. One night,
when the stars aligned above, Halvard transformed a form he loved, scales
of midnight, wings of dusk, in dragon's might, he placed his trust.
Marcella watched, not with fear, but with a twinkle. Drawing near,
she whispered spells of ancient tone. Her power around them was finally shown.
She too, transformed her form, aglow, a radiant witch, her
magic in tow. Together they soared above the land and sea, a witch
riding her dragon their destiny. As he landed human again, she whispered her
spell. His mighty staff, now in her hand, began to swell.
Her kisses were wet, her legs spread wide, His cock aim true as
he slipped it inside. Their tongues tangled with breaths of flame, closer and
closer until they came. Then Halvar dragon shifted, and again she rode him
through the air. Their debaucherous laughter echoed free without care, But unknown to
both in their joyous flight, a curse had woven under cover of night from
an envious sorcerer, old and grim. He plotted their misery on an impulsive
whim. He cast a spell peculiar and rare that whenever they kissed, they'd
switch their hair. Holvar, proud of his mane so fine, would suddenly
sport curls serpentine, while Marcella, her hair dark as night, would find
it golden, shining bright the first time it struck under a moon at midnight.
Halvar leaned in when the time was just right, their lips met,
the magic spun, and upon parting, the curse had begun. What trickery
is this, haw Var cried in surprise, webbing his head, not believing
his eyes. Marcella laughed, holding her belly tight. Her new golden locks
were a beautiful sight by the stars above. What spell did we cast?
She chuckled through words, having quite a blast. Halvar, though shocked,
couldn't help but smile. Seeing her joy made it all worthwhile. Then they
set to solve this mysterious plight. A quest by day, a romp by
night to the Sorcerer's lair, they found their way. The lover's intent on
ending his foul play. Release this curse, you envious knave, Halvar demanded
bold and brave, but things soon escalated in the very worst way. The
Sorcerer now excited and ready to play. If you truly wish to remove the
curse, accept my request or I can make it worse. Tell us what
you will have us do, and if we don't abide, then give us
a clue. Let me watch you together once a year, and if you
don't, I'll make you both disappear. You damn cock cold, you just
wanna watch us fuck? The sorcerer nodded, and with that a deal was
struck. His eyes widened as he watched them undress with cock in mouth.
Marcella sucked with the nesse with a hardening wand and a glint of envy in
his eye. His breath hitched as he let out a sigh. To watch
the two felt so delightfully perverse. Then he chanted a spell to make the
hex reverse. Halbar's head and pubic hair was now golden with light, as
Marcella's hair blackened as dark as the night. Halvar's head was now buried between
Marcella's thighs as the wizard vicariously mimicked her heavy moans and cries. Then Halvar
urgently lifted Marcella and began fucking her with lust, his eyes lit with dragon
flames as he heaved and grunted and thrust. After the climax, Halvar was
still furious and offended and said, I demand to know how this blackmail can
be ended. With an evil grin and a heavy grip on his staff,
the old warlock spoke, if I can have you both then and only then
the spell will be broke. Marcella was ready and willing, since it seemed
the easy way, but Halvar, with his dragon's fury, refused to bend
that way. So they stormed out of the lair and with an annual cursed
debt looming. Halvar was hell bent on revenge for the cuckolds perverted grooming,
but year after year, like a tragic Greek play, Halvar and Marcella continued
to obey. The wizard was set on feeding off their powerful secs. This
game of BDSM extortion magic was very complex. And now I'm sure you wonder
how did their story end? Did they continue like puppets, or did Halvar
finally bend You see, Marcella, clever and full of guile, hitched a
plan with a secretive smile. Why yield to this lecture's foul decree, when
together we can set ourselves free. She gathered herbs under the crescent moon's light
and concocted a potion hidden from sight. This brew, she whispered, is
for cunning, not force. It will free us from bonds without remorse.
As the years circled back to that cursed night, they feigned submission to the
Warlock's delight, but Marcella's potion was deftly shared in the wine they drank and
the toast they declared. The warlock, giddy with perverse anticipation, drank deeply
lost in his dark ellation. But as the potion took hold, his eyes
grew dim, his penis waned, and his libido left him. Halvar and
Marcella, now seeing their chance, bound the warlock with a glance. No
more shall you watch? No more shall you lear We reclaim our love.
Casting out fear with a spell of binding, they sealed his fate in the
depths of the mirror, a reflective gait. Here you shall stay forever and
change an impotent spe eternally restrained. Thus the lover's clever and bold broke the
curse and the hold. Far from the warlock's mirrored gaze, their love outlived
the end of days.