The hag was not only a murderer but she was also a liar. She wasn't lying about the baron's son, or the cost she and her sisters had charged him, but she was lying about her purpose in invading his fortress.

She had been told by her sisters to collect what they had demanded from his son so long ago, and she would, even if it meant leaving here with something that would take nine months to actually gain.

As the hag informed the baron of the devastating cost of the gruesome curse she and her sisters had inflicted on the woman, Cynthia, his son had pined for, she crept closer and closer to him. The hag had something on her mind, but it wasn't dialogue or negotiation, no what she was thinking about was more primitive, more primal than that.

She delighted in watching the baron's face twist in agony, not only at the news that his son had somehow died but at the fact that she had come to collect the price stipulated in the magical oath the deceased youth had sworn to them so long ago.

The baron's face was wracked with mental and emotional pain, and the sight of it made the domineering hag feel a sort of physical desire she wasn't used to feeling. She stealthily inched closer and closer to him, and his dark eyes turned away from her partially out of fear but mostly out of sadness.

She felt a generalized fear unconsciously emanating from him and shivered with delight as the fear he gave off increased in intensity with each step she took towards him.

After a few seconds, the baron consciously noticed that she was drawing ever nearer, and recoiled in shock, getting up and out of his chair in a desire to increase the distance between the two of them. The hag laughed at this reaction.

Her laughter was as terrifying as any other sound she made, and it was followed moments later by her lunging at the baron, throwing her elderly body at the baron at a speed that shouldn't have been possible.

"There, there Baron dear... allow me to comfort you. Let me give you a kiss!" She said, cackling, as she sailed through the air and over the desk that stood between the two creatures. True to her word, she puckered her lips and seemed intent on wrapping her pierced lips around the Baron's own noble ones.

The baron dodged out of the way, by hurling himself away from the desk between them and therefore out of the path of the magical woman. Even with her supernatural strength the hag didn't have the agility to redirect herself in mid-air. Despite his successful attempt to dodge her, when she landed on the area where he had previously been she quickly got up and didn't seem particularly upset.

The baron knew why she wasn't upset. Based off of where she landed, versus where he was, she had a clear advantage. He was disadvantaged from the start since his desk was away from the exit out of the office and didn't have much room to work with in terms of how to dodge the hag.

This was without mentioning how broad-shouldered she was which gave her an extra leg-up to work with since he'd have to get past her to be able to sprint towards the exit. If she spread her arms around herself she'd take up nearly all the available room, and so he had to act fast.

The hag lifted her hands and twisted them away from her before slamming them onto the desk behind her so as to distract the baron and keep him unfocused. The force of the blow, as judged by the sound the desk made, seemed impossible given her wizen form but her twisted and sinister physical form was a reflection of her soul not her physique.

Normally such a gesture would be seen as a gesture of anger, but in the hag's case, it was possible for the baron to see the cat-like joy of the hunt in her eyes and the lust in her body language as her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she licked her purple, pierced lips.

The baron shivered, but unlike the hag, his shiver wasn't out of desire but as an expression of the fear that was increasingly consuming him. The fear he felt continued to mount as the hag in front of him continued what she felt was a light game of cat and mouse, in a sense the perfect foreplay to what she knew would inevitably happen.

"I don't mind playing this game sweetie..." The hag purred, her ebony eyes trained on him. She let silence fill the room for a second before speaking again, just to add, "but this only ends one way. How pleasant or unpleasant it feels is up to you."

Her voice was painful to listen to as it grated on the ears of anyone who heard it repeatedly. One consequence of that was that the baron was tempted to cover his ears so as to block it out. But he knew that if he did that he'd be easier to trap and would more easily fall victim to the hag's sinister, sensual intentions.

The baron took his eyes off of the hag for a split second so that he could orient himself to the exit of the office. The hag was between him and the exit, but the baron's strength of will kept him from giving in until he couldn't see a way out and with the exit leading out of his office being so close he couldn't surrender yet.

The hag grinned slightly as she noticed the baron's eyes shift from her rust-colored form and move slightly so that they were trained on the exit out of the office behind her. She wondered, momentarily, if he'd actually try and get behind her so that he may exit the office and get some more diversions for her to slaughter before she inevitably caught up to him.

As she looked into the eyes of her prey, she saw a glimmer of hope and knew instantly that he intended to try and sprint past her. Internally this made her smile sadistically. Externally she calmed herself and activated one of her few truly supernatural abilities.

Her claws were positively covered in thick pores. The pores were normally inert and didn't often do anything aside from occasionally leaking a magical, sweat-like substance that weaked the muscles of her victims. But the hag did have a dark gift that made use of her porous claws, a gift given to her by her oldest sister. She didn't often make use of it, but when she did it made her a potent kidnapper.

As she mentally activated the dark gift she had been given a long time ago the pores on her wild and untamed claws began to exude a special sort of pleasure-inducing, colorless, paralytic and quite fast-acting venom that quickly coated her claws. She grinned lewdly as she imagined the terrified expression that could soon overtake the baron's regal face if she so much as cut him with her sharp fingertips.

The baron looked back at her, a steely look on his face and then he charged, roaring at her as he did so in an effort to throw her off her guard. The hag found the effort he was making charming, especially with how intensely focused he was on her face, rather than fear-inducing and waited until he was close before smoothly extending one of her hands towards him.

The baron was too sad and too afraid to think clearly. If he hadn't been he would have focused on all of her body. Because of the shock, he was in, coupled with the desperation he felt, he wasn't thinking logically. He was blind to the possibility that the powerful hag might have seen through a hastily formed plot to frighten her and take advantage of her fear so that he may dash past her. So he failed in his escape attempt.

The baron, his gaze firmly focused on her face rather than her limbs, didn't see her extended limb until it was millimeters away from his face. She quickly closed her dense hand around his head cutting off any escape by gripping his skull painfully and lifted the baron off of his feet as if he were but a pen she was deftly using to write an impassioned letter.

The baron opened his mouth, partially in shock and partially in pain and some of the venom the hag's pores were sweating slipped off of her claws and into his mouth. The venom was quickly shallowed when the baron tried to breathe, and when he realized he was tasting her sickening sweat he began to breathe through his nose. That wasn't any better, and by then his fate was already sealed.

She felt, rather than saw, him make a foolish mistake. She felt his mouth open in response to the shock of being captured, even though the bottom half of his face was secured snugly in her palm and therefore right where some of the venom happened to be. Seconds later she felt him begin to go limp, his body stiffening and rejecting whatever feeble attempts he was making to regain control over his motor functions.

The hag turned slightly so that she could gingerly drop the paralyzed baron on the desk where so many papers and documents related to the upkeep of the territory were placed. She wanted him to suffer and if she dropped him too hard and he fell unconscious that'd minimize the suffering he'd otherwise have to endure. She couldn't have that.

The hag audibly giggled, the sound wretched and sickening, at the thought that the sex they were about to have might result in important papers being ruined and that the baron would forever associate the desk with the unholy pleasures she was about to make him suffer through.

By the time the hag had gingerly placed the baron on his desk her paralytic venom was already having its way with the mind of the human. He was beginning to feel a taste of strange pleasure wrack his mind and send blood surging towards his nether regions.

His mind was quickly growing foggy, but not foggy enough that he was oblivious to the soft and pleasing sensation of the tips of the hag's claws cutting through the soft and noble clothes he wore. He tried his best to hiss at the hag, but the sound that escaped his lips was a girlish moan.

The sound she heard caused the hag to cackle madly at him, spittle flying out of her mouth and landing on the remains of the shirt she had just finished cutting through and peeled off of the baron's chest.

The man winched in response to her reaction, even though his hurt pride was met by the pleasure he felt an instant later as the hag placed a claw-tip on his chest and used it to draw a line on his pectoral muscle.

The hag used this opportunity to speak, her voice unchanged in reality, but in the perception of the man who was her victim now sounding like that of a beautiful, nubile maiden who was in the process of offering him fine pleasure.

"This doesn't have to be unpleasant. Here, just relax and let me do the work. I'll make this... pleasant for you."

She moved while she spoke, at first speaking from a distance. But on her third sentence, she moved close to the baron and spoke in a way that allowed the heat of her breath to fall upon the man's skin and warm it up. At this point the man's shirt had been cut away and peeled off of his toned chest so that it was exposed to the powerful hag's perverted vision.

The man had a muscular chest, one which was covered not only in toned and expertly trained muscles but also in the scars a man gained over the course of a life filled with battle and danger. She liked what she saw, and it was here where she saw the first sign of his growing arousal.

When she began to speak there was no visible sign of the baron's arousal. That would change by the time she finished what she had to say and the evidence for that laid in the sight of his hardened nipples. That sight elicited cruel laughter and delight since she could now literally see the man beginning to bend to her whims.

She flicked one of the nubs with a claw, doing it gently so that it wouldn't be cut, and smiled cruelly when she heard her prisoner moan in delight. This sound was more powerful and lower in tone, but no less pleasure-filled than his previous moan.

When the man ceased his moaning the hag overseeing him went to work on his pants and undergarments. She used her claws expertly and with the sort of relaxed dexterity of a master-thief proving his skill by opening a simple lock. Within seconds the man's pants and the undergarments he wore were cut off and out of the way, thrown towards a corner of the room away from the pair.

The hag was delighted at what was waiting for her underneath the clothes she had done away with. Due to her teasing of the man's nipple, his length was already engorged and his manhood was standing at attention, awaiting her next action.

She was surprised, pleasantly so, to find that the baron was a man of considerable length and whose manhood didn't fill the room with the stench of an unhygienic caveman. After examining what awaited her she moved to prepare herself by casting off the ruined outfit she called her clothes and climbed onto the desk beside where the baron had been placed.

Before she got started she moved to kiss the baron. The baron was unable to fight back and though trapped in a motionless prison in his mind, he mentally gagged against the sensations of her cold and pierced lips. Her kiss was lazy and consisted of her lips exploring the motionless lips of her prisoner, as to accentuate his utter helplessness.

The baron was frozen in terror and in discomfort as the hag lazily kissed him. Her cold lips were bumpy and rough, and had the baron been able to move he probably would have recoiled from her lips, but since he was her helpless toy for right now he tried to endure it to the best of his ability.

Being forced to endure the kiss reminded the baron that he was truly weak. He was powerless to fight back against the domineering woman and was quite literally unable to free himself from her not-so-loving embrace. It was humiliating for the baron, a powerful and influential noble, to be so thoroughly dominated yet quite literally not even be able to complain.

He had always known that he was relatively powerless in the face of kings, or monsters, but this was a joyless, cruel, demonstration of his true powerlessness. It stung his pride, and for the time being, put him into the state of mind that the hag wanted him to be in, that of a weak being who is thoroughly cowed and reminded of his inferiority.

The hag's own perspective on the kiss was that it was a smashing success. She wasn't kissing him out of passion or lust, but to demonstrate and reinforce that for the moment the baron was her toy. She wanted to burn each humiliation she inflicted on him into his memory, and for him to know in his heart that his title was meaningless outside of his domain.

While she was kissing the baron she considered how she could prepare herself. She was typically wet-enough for comfortable, for her anyway, sex for hours after she killed something so she used one of her claws to explore her body just to be sure.

The monster traced a straight line down from the center of her chest towards her own nether regions. She stopped her journey for a second so as to tease herself with her claw when it reached the very edge of her clit, using it as a toy to stroke herself, before completing her journey into her fold. She let loose a quiet hiss in response to the pleasure she inflicted on herself with her wandering talon, and the baron himself shivered as he felt the sound of her voice cause the desk they were both on top of to vibrate slightly, the sensation odd but not unpleasant to him.

She was unsurprised to find that she was more than ready to accommodate her prisoner and wring him out.

She deliberately moved into the view of her prisoner who stared helplessly at her by getting on top of him and allowing him an unobstructed view of her nude form. She allowed him to memorize the sight of her ancient and nude body, her sagging breasts, her leathery skin, and her cruel face wearing an expression of utter triumph at his expense.

As she looked at him she could tell that terror and pleasure were locked in a war for control of his mind. She knew that the sight of her old and naked body would be burned into his memory, but she also wanted to experience pleasure from this so she did something that could be interpreted as merciful.

Without uttering a word, she once again placed the palm of her muscled and gnarly hand on the baron's face. This time though she wasn't poisoning him. Instead she was using an illusionary spell she had learned long ago to make this experience more pleasant for the baron, in an effort to compel him to perform to her satisfaction.

The baron felt powerless as he tried to focus and drive out the pleasure that addled his brain. He felt that he was no longer in control of the situation before him, and was very literally powerless to stop the hag's palm from once again blocking his vision and making him shallow even more venom.

He struggled in vain to resist the urge to open his mouth and lap at the strange liquid that oozed from the woman's palm. Like a dog he lapped at it, eagerly drinking it and waiting like a drug addict for it to take effect and wipe away even more of his rational thoughts than the damnable toxin already had.

Within seconds of ingesting his second mouthful of the venom, he found himself more beginning to be aroused by the mere sight of hag. Had he been in control of his faculties he would have been overcome with concern as to what was happening to him, but each milliliter of the hag's venom he ingested caused more of his mind to be overcome by a desire to rut.

The part of his brain that was aroused saw the hag not as a hag, but as a woman he could mate with. He felt a heat infuse his penis that his animal brain believed he could relieve if only he could fuck a woman, any woman really.

That part of his brain was steadily overwhelming the more rational part of his brain. But he wouldn't have to struggle with his revulsion to the hag for much longer, as at that very moment she was moving into his mind and doing something that would make the next few hours infinitely more pleasurable for him than they would have been otherwise.

The hag forcefully invaded the baron's mind and explored it. She spent a few moments mentally familiarizing herself with what laid before and around her. And then she willed her way towards what the baron was "seeing". Within seconds she was "looking" at her hand on top of the baron's face, and then the hag went to work.

She began by changing how the baron "saw" her hand. She willed it to change from a thick, bruise-colored limb and into the tiny, dainty limb of a beautiful elven princess. Before her mental "eyes" she watched the baron's perception of her hand change and transform into the very picture of the limb she was instructing him to see.

She spent the next few moments doing this for the rest of her body-parts, forcefully transforming how the baron saw them and molding the vision of herself in the baron's eyes to be seen as a beautiful, innocent, elven princess.

She had to stifle a laugh as she watched the baron's perception of her wizened face be corrupted and change into a view of a thin and tiny face of a blonde elf, her sagging breasts transform into the tiny but pert breasts of an elven virgin, and her cracked, pierced, and dark lips transform into the soft, pink, moist lips of a young elf.

The transformation was truly a work of art, and she could only imagine how her sisters would laugh when she recounted this story for them after this was over.

Within a few minutes, this illusionary transformation was complete, and the hag was finally free to begin the part of this that she had long waited for.

The baron's mind was caught in the throes of pleasure and fear and so when the hag vanished the man immediately accepted it. He didn't doubt anything as aspects of the hag vanished before his very sight, from her thick and knobby claws to the creatures' own breasts.

The man felt fear begin to melt away, when he was suddenly surprised again. Where the hag had once been, disembodied body parts began to appear. He was surprised to watch as a tiny hand appeared directly in front of his face, followed by the face of a gorgeous elven princess with flowing blonde hair, and then finally the rest of her body appeared spontaneously as if she was misusing a teleportation spell.

The elven princess didn't waste any time, and her eager hand began to explore the man's body. He was surprised to find that the thin hand of the elven princess felt remarkably similar to the clawed limb of the hag, but now that he imagined a pretty face inflicting him with this pleasure he was a lot more vulnerable to it.

The hag stroked the man for several seconds, her claw and hand wet with her own fluids which now coated his dick. In her clawed hands, his dick was now slick and covered in fluid which would hopefully help her slide it inside of her, since her partner was still under the effects of her paralytic venom, even if he was now quite eager to fuck her.

What he saw truly was a princess warming him up, and getting ready to writhe on top of him, milking his cock inside of her untouched "royal chambers", and the pathetic man was eager for it, straining against the paralytic venom the hag had hit him with so as to fuck her himself. The hag quietly chuckled as she realized this, and then moved into position on top of him so that she could easily engulf him when she lowered herself.

The man saw the lovely elven princess who had mysteriously appeared shyly move into position on top of him, her lower lips softly kissing his human cock and he bit his lips to silence the moan that threatened to escape otherwise. At this point he was thoroughly enslaved to the pleasure, which had been eating at his resistance unchallenged ever since the hag had changed how she looked to the human baron.

The hag lowered herself and hissed in delight as she felt his slick cock slide deep inside of her. She lowered herself at her own pace, not rushing or being shocked even when she heard the baron groan in pleasure. She saw him strain to move his hips so that he could fill her at his own pace, but the venom continued to affect him, making him her helpless toy.

She shivered in pleasure as she finally bottomed out, the heat of her prisoner's cock sending warm pulses throughout her entire lower-body. She was still for a second while she looked at her prisoner to ensure he remained under the effects of her magic and confirmed that he was after staring at the man for a few moments.

After that was when she began to bounce. She was slow at first, getting used to his impressive length, but quickly got into a rhythm. She delighted in seeing him look at her, his eyes completely filled with the pleasure he felt but had no other way to express due to her venom.

It reminded her of the times she experimented with simple magic to drive herself to an orgasm, but this time she was hurting someone else while getting off which made the sinful experience all the more delightful.

In time the magical woman began to grow tired of the mundane experience of merely bouncing on top of her prisoner. As she bounced she began to perform minor magical spells on her own body, specifically enchanting her reproductive organs so that they could more effectively milk her lucky victim.

She cast magic that granted her the ability to consciously control her vaginal walls and began using that temporary skill on the man she was on top of. She gleefully used her newfound and tempory muscular control to tug and pull at his cock, assailing it with sensations he could never have experienced otherwise.

The man stared at the elven princess in front of him as she bounced on top of him. He was watching an elven woman with tiny but perky breasts ride him, and groaning in pleasure as her tiny body and narrow "royal chambers" milked him, feeling her tight vaginal walls squeeze and jerk his dick in ways that he never imagined possible.

He moaned as the walls his cock were inside of began to actively rub and stroke his cock and he mentally compared the sensation to what he imagined it'd be like if there was a gentle and slick hand inside of the elven woman's sexual organ that was trying to guide him to the edge of satisfaction.

He didn't want to come too quickly, but the elven woman who had mounted him was catching him off-guard with what she was doing to him. It kept him on his toes, toes which at the moment were curled in pleasure.

After nearly five minutes of unusual, magical, fucking the man the hag was on top of was at the edge of orgasming. The hag who was riding him was genuinely impressed that he had lasted so long given the ways she was magically assaulting him, but even she wasn't immune to the effects of sex that she was in command of and had been doing for a full five minutes.

She was thoroughly milking him, and even using her limited magical powers, powers which were focused very specifically on control over her body, to enhance the sex further. Other mates of hers, particularly wilder monsters, had lasted far less time than he had.

Moments before the man erupted inside of her she could hear the powerful reactions within him that propelled the man's baby-batter exploding out of him and into her.

The baron had finally reached his limit even in his paralyzed state. He was sent powerfully over the edge as he felt the pleasurable sensations of his dick sliding deep within the hag's anatomy, coupled with the smooth walls of her "royal chambers" seductively stroking him.

He managed his first pitiful thrust in response to the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm and she moaned in delight as he pushed his way deeper into her than she thought possible.

It was moments after that when he was breathing heavily in response to the pleasure he had just endured that she looked at him, truly looked at him, for the first time since she began milking him.

The man she saw and was on top of was unrecognizable. He had a vacant look in his eyes, though his eyes were locked onto hers, and had the flushed cheeks of a school-girl who had just had her cherry popped. The face he was making was one of a pleasure-drunk teenager.

She looked at him and saw how delirious he was. She sighed in annoyance and spoke to him, her voice cold and domineering so as to inform him as to her plans.

"Why do you look so satisfied? Did you think that you'd get a single orgasm and then that'd be it? Nope. I'm not done with you and I won't be until..."

At this point, she tried to figure out what time it was. She was still, lost in thought for several moments before she spoke again.

"Tomorrow morning at the earliest. You're giving me and my sisters a child with royal blood. But hey, once the venom wears off if you behave I won't paralyze you again. Now... let's pick up where we left off!"

She accentuated her last sentence by once again beginning to bounce on the baron's cock, and grinned lasciviously when the baron himself grinned at her, his mind indicating that he was still under the sway of the venom but that was fine with the selfish hag who at this point wanted to reach completion herself more than she wanted the baron to suffer.

The day was long, there'd be more than enough time for the cruel hag to leave an omnipresent mental scar on the baron in the hours to come.