Chapter 7 The Pale Lady’s Terror!

“Fu-hu-hu-hu. Your legend ends here, brave warrior”

This woman’s irritating laughter drove me to the brink of annoyance amidst the bamboo grove which whistled throughout the night. The cool zephyr crashing against the leaves created a tranquil melody that was the antithesis of my chaotic current predicament.

My body was being restricted by a swarm of virulent serpents. They kept me pinned onto the ground among the nascent bog which hampered my combat prowess. I wrestled the serpents, desperately trying to gain my freedom, but to no avail. When I glanced in front of me, I saw the pale lady sauntering over with her luscious hips swaying from side to side. She was brandishing the curved shiv which had taken a piece of rib. Some of my blood was still dripping from its sharpness.

When she noticed where my eye was staring, the pale lady motioned the shiv to her lips then made use of her moist tongue to lick away all my blood from her blade. “Delicious.” Was the word I heard escaped her tart lips, stained with trickles of my blood.

“Shall I begin, brave warrior?” She dropped herself between my bound legs, moreover, she commanded her serpents to strip me bare. “There is no need for these superfluous clothing. Get rid of them.” [Hiss! Hiss!] The serpents did their master’s bidding, they began ripping off my armour along with my undergarments. It was such a disgusting sensation to have myriads of virulent serpents slithering around my complex while biting through my clothing.

“Wow! What a stud. Check out this broad chest and muscular abdomen.” Her objectifying snow-white arms fondled my bulkiness. The sensation I was receiving from her groping almost stimulated my sexual impulses. I had to apply my indomitable will to still my iron groin from awakening. I refused to let myself be overrun by the Lure of Lust.

“What do you intend to do to me, vile witch? This is by no means close to a warrior’s death. Are you trying to humiliate my pride?” I couldn’t read the thoughts of this duplicitous woman. She struck me as a mystery quite difficult to solve. Seconds passed, I heard her replied:

“Didn’t I mention this before, brave warrior?” I felt her smoothed palm travelled towards my sweaty loins and gripped my manly baby-maker. She applied such pressure to my testes as if she wanted to crack them open. “I will reap your nectar which will enable me to abduct your seed lineage.”

“What? My seed lineage? I don’t understand? Are you intending to rape me for the sole reason of bearing my child?”

“Fu-hu-hu-hu!” She partially covered her mouth with the arm holding the keen blade as she executed her irritating laughter. “Fu-hu-hu-hu. Brave warrior, you know how to jest. Do you think I went through all this trouble just to get impregnated by you? Silly man. Your well-endowed baby-maker will act as a starting piece for my legend. As do all these men’s.”

“AHHH!” The scared tone of my trembled voice elevated when I perceived the woman drawing a glowing symbol in mid-air that seconds later manifested a grotesque necklace decorated with the severed remains of many men’s endowed baby-maker. “What in devils name!” [Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!] My palpitating heart wanted to flee from the terrified presence of this pale woman who was brandishing a genitalia necklace she had called out of thin air.

“Don’t be scared, brave warrior. Soon your well-endowed baby-maker will be added to my magnum opus collection.”

“You devilish vixen! Just how many men have you brutally swindled to adorn that sinful necklace? Why would you even consider doing such an inhumane act?” It was at that moment I understood why those 6 angry horsemen assaulted her carriage.

“You wouldn’t understand even if I explained in layman’s terminology. You warriors pride yourselves on physical strength and knowledge of the sword while as I have to make do with the limited abilities I was born with. To escape this cycle of weakness I had to get stronger by any means necessary. That’s when I decided to delve into the devious arts of sorcery, one that would make me stronger in the shortest time possible. The sorcery I now practice is one of unscrupulous nature. I require the gonads of many virile men to complete my complicated spell. Once it is finished I will become the most powerful woman to ever walk the face of this earth! My legend shall be recorded in history thousands of years from now! Many will hear my name and tremble in fear! Remember it well so that you may pass it on in the afterlife, brave warrior. The irresistible woman who bested your strength is I, Delilah Terres! Queen of the northern region of Bethlia! Now I shall reap your baby maker to complete my collection!”

[Whoosh!] A cutting sound berated the circulating wind around me, forcing it to clear a path for the keen shiv that was slashing its way towards my manly nature. I panicked as I observed the shiv vanishing between my legs. The pale lady struck out towards the base of my baby-maker! She wanted to make a swift and clean cut of my loins.

“Was this the end of my seed lineage?” [Slash!] Time stood still the moment I felt a sharpness pricked the base of my gonad. [Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!] My vision escaped my corporeal flesh and my realm of sight became broadened all around me.

Everything slowed as my improved sight scanned my nightly environment. Though my surrounding was dark, all seemed so clear. Deep within the bamboo grove behind my head, a camouflaged iguana was chewing on a sapphire butterfly. To my right flank, beyond the serpents’ tight grasp, a tall black centipede was burrowing through the earth. Due to the bog being so soft, it went underneath quite easily. My improved vision went closer to my steed’s vicinity and took several steps around his steady nature. Tagon shared the semblance of a mindless mount, albeit, he was living, not a drop of life could be felt from him. I furthered my observation by sneaking to the pale lady’s posterior. Her snow-white skin was complemented by her colourless tresses which caressed the sleek curvatures of her back. Her provocative crimson robe was loosely held to her satin skin. My sight rested on the softness of her exposed cleavage. From there I travelled to the tip of her right arm where a sharpness was being controlled by her dainty fingers pressing firmly against my flaccid baby-maker.

These discoveries took only a matter of seconds in real-time. I had no idea how this was possible, but I reckon it had something to do with my death drawing closer. My spiritual nature became amplified by the pale lady’s trepidation. This allowed me ample time to think of a solution for my inescapable predicament.