Crystal Gorehound was a woman feared by all who had heard of her. Which was understandable since all that had been unfortunate enough to meet her had not been able to tell the story - they had either been found dead, or not found at all…
Crystal had a body most women would be envious of - large firm round breasts, slim waist and nice smooth ass. Her height was average, her eyes - black like the darkest night, and her lips were blood red. Her hair was unusual - she could change its color and length at will. So her hair could be any color and length she wanted. The reason for this Crystal kept to herself - maybe it was some strange magic skill she had mastered, or maybe it was due to her ancestry - some believed that non-human blood is flowing in her veins. Whatever the truth her ability to change her hair made it easier to hide her true identity when she deemed it necessary.
Crystal was beautiful, but her beauty was not the normal type most girls and women had. Her beauty was the terrifying type - instead of making men and women lust after her body and want to fuck her it made people afraid of her - humans and monsters alike. The young sorceress was well aware of this fact and often used it to her advantage.
There were plenty of rumors about her, many of them started by members of her crew. Distinguishing truth from fiction was nearly impossible. One thing everyone knew and no one doubted though - she was a blood sorceress. Blood magic was forbidden everywhere because it almost always involved spilling blood and sacrificing people. Still, some mages dared to try and learn this forbidden art. Among all the blood mages Crystal Gorehound was one of the most powerful, maybe even the most powerful, and without a doubt - the most feared. Unlike most other people practicing blood magic she did not hide it and even had gathered a group of other blood sorceress. None of them was as powerful and as skilled as she was, but they were powerful and deadly nonetheless. Each one of them was bound to Crystal through a special blood ritual and thus they were all forever loyal to her.
The reasons why this mighty blood sorceress had chosen to become a pirate were anyone's guess. But she was a pirate none the less, and one of the most feared and most successful too. Few pirates had ships like the Red Demon, and no other pirate had as much magic power at his (or her) disposal. No one who had dared to challenge her had lived long enough to regret it.
Almost the entire crew of the Red Demon consisted of men, each one chosen because of his blood lust and lack of any remorse, no matter what he was asked to do. The only exceptions were the blood sorceresses Crystal commanded, a couple of healers, and the slave girls and women that were kept as entertainment for the crew. Despite all the men on board however someone looking at her almost naked body for more than a few seconds was something very rare. The reason for this was that the entire crew had heard many times the screams of her lovers (especially the male ones) and had no desire to have their names added to the list of people who were literally dying to fuck her. Looking at her naked form for long was the same as going to her and saying "I wanna fuck you", which reduced the life of the unfortunate ones to at most a month. No member of her crew was in a hurry to die. Fortunately for them all the slaves they captured by attacking other ships were always enough to keep her happy.
Right now Crystal Gorehound was looking at the Lady of the Mist while the unfortunate ship was trying to escape. She just smiled at the futile attempt. Around her the crew of the Red Demon was preparing for the battle that would soon begin. The young sorceress was always at the front so that she could have a better view of the slaughter. Her presence often attracted the enemy's arrows and spells, none of which could penetrate her defenses, and that almost always minimized the casualties, at least on her side.
It wasn't long before the Lady fell into the magic trap that had been prepared earlier and lost its mast, making escape impossible. As the Red Demon approached Crystal took a quick look at the crew of the immobilized ship. There were no real threats as far as she could tell - not a single battle mage and only one man armed with a bow. The four young mages would be of no help to her victims - three of them were useless in a fight, and the fourth would kill at most ten of her crewmembers.
Soon the Lady was boarded and the battle began. The fourth mage killed one of her men… and then, much to her surprise and joy, wasted all of his power and energy in a futile attempt to destroy her. The fool with the bow also wasted some of his arrows shooting at her. All the better - less members of her crew killed meant fewer people to resurrect afterwards.
The battle was short and bloody. The crew of the Lady was hopelessly outnumbered. With the aid of Crystal and the other blood sorceresses the pirates slaughtered all of their victims with ease. In a matter of minutes the Lady's crew was no more and the ship's deck was covered in blood. Crystal gave her crew some time to get rid of the dead and find the gems the Lady was smuggling. Then she cast a little blood spell that would paralyze all hostile mages and sent a few of her men to find and capture the four students she had seen earlier.
Five minutes later the four "mages" were captured and each was wearing a couple of bracelets that would not allow them to cast any spells. The two girls were put together in a cell. The two men were each in a separate cell. With this done there were no living beings left on the Lady, with the exception of a few rats. There was just one more thing left before leaving.
Crystal went to the Lady's deck, where several bodies, all belonging to members of her crew killed in the battle, had been left on the blood-covered floor. She started drawing pentagrams and mystic symbols in the blood until each body was surrounded by the same magic symbols. Then she started chanting a spell. The blood covering the ship's deck started moving. Slowly it covered each of the dead bodies as well as her own. Many people would find this disgusting, but for her it was arousing. She kept chanting and it wasn't long before all of the dead were breathing once again.
With the resurrection complete the sorceress returned to her ship and ordered the Lady to be burned. Soon the crippled ship was engulfed in flames. As she watched it burn, Crystal moaned and felt her pussy getting wetter. All the blood and killing had aroused her as usual (for her it was a huge turn-on) and she had become very horny. She needed a good fuck, and she needed it now. Perhaps it was time to meet the captive students… |