Spice Rub
by Rafaela Valdez
Wits. Common sense. The ability to think ahead and plan. Creative thinking. Going two steps ahead of your enemy. All skills a great warrior should have, especially as a leader, if they are ever to succeed and win glory and defeat evil and get all the neighboring country's women. All of these and other traits guaranteed to bring justice to your homeland were not traits the mighty Siofra Whelan were displaying today. Instead her mind had been easily polluted and distracted with a myriad of images of naked elves in warpaint, lending her backside to the enemy long enough to be caught in a trap. She now swung like a pendulum from the branch of a tree, rope tight around her ankle, head towards the ground, her hands trying to reach for the porn mag used as bait with each swinging by.

Sadly, for her, it was put just barely out of reach, and if she was lucky perhaps the force from her hands would turn a page for her, but alas, her eyes were stuck on an obnoxious ad. This isn't the elf issue she signed up for. Neither was the trap, but this was obviously the bigger issue at hand was the fact there was no issue in her hands. A scowl spread across her face as she snarled in frustration, the blood rushing to her head and making her dizzier and her cheeks redder.

It was then a resoundingly loud cackle filled the air, stopping only to cough and sputter near the end, trailing off into a content sigh. Footsteps sounded, twigs and leaves crunching under them, as a shadowy figure made its way towards the trapped templar, wringing their hands in delight, their silhouette showing the figure slightly hunched over and pointy-eared. After a rather awkward feeling moment of silence, the figure reached out a gloved hand and stopped the rope Siofra was on, jolting her into a rough stop.

“Aha! I knew you were a dumb one, oh Lady Whelan, but I didn't think you'd fall for the easiest trick in the book! But hey, thanks for saving me a lot of time! Every second saved luring you in is another second I get using you! I hope you enjoyed being free, you dumb whore!” said the figure, sounding easily identifiable as someone both female and egotistical. This was followed up by another batch of bad laughter, causing Siofra to roll her eyes as she hung around, putting her hands behind her had and trying her best to relax.

“You're new at this.” spoke Siofra, sounding amazingly unperturbed by the whole thing, whistling a bit and doing her best to act cheerful and annoying. “Let me guess, you found an ad in the local paper looking for someone willing to do a dirty job and you showed up covered in mud and had to have the fact they didn't mean it literally explained to you? So now you're compensating for it by being as hammy as possible?”

“GAH! How dare you question my genius, you tramp?! What gave you the right to speak to me like that? Didn't your mom teach you any manners? Here, why don't I strike some fear into your heart? Kneel and tremble at my visage, mortal!” The figure stepped out towards Siofra, her own chest barely contained in the barely-existent excuse for a top she had on. 

Two strips of leather, one over each tit, crossed over and meeting at her neck, just inching over her nipples and displaying the rest. Her panties were lined with fur and thong strapped in the back, as were her gloves and boots, all made out of cheap dragon scale, with a long, flowing red velvet cape behind her. Epaulets menaced with spikes were on her shoulder, an animal's skull crowned her head like a helmet, revealing an eyepatch over her right eye. On her belt buckle was a dragon's face, with tongue sticking out and pointing down towards her barely covered slit. On each hip was a dagger with hilt and scabbard encrusted in far too many jewels, reflecting badly onto the war paint she had drawn in various spots around her pale skin. Her elven ears perked up as she moved towards the knight.

Siofra just grinned as she looked up, seeing her captor upside down and giving her a heaping helping of underboob to gaze at. “Hey, nice view! But seriously, where did you pick that outfit up? Steal it off the local boss? If I best you in combat, would I advance the plot or what?”

The poorly dressed figure began to throttle Siofra's rope badly making the poor knight vibrate and buzz, further dizzying her and making her stomach roar in confusion. “DON'T YOU DARE MOCK THE CHOICES MADE BY 'BLOODY' BRAVELEAF! Tch, sounds like I'm going to have to molest some manners into you! The winds and animals of this forest speak of the words of wenches that travel by and speak the praises of your tongueblade, so I may as well put it to use while you're here! What say you, wanna play pet to the mighty Bloody Forest Mistress?”

“...Are you the Forest Mistress or Braveleaf? Don't tell me you're going to transform into your final form next.” Siofra laughed, unable to take the threat before her seriously. “Look, if you wanted to have a one-night stand, why didn't you just come out and ask me instead of going along with this bizarre ploy? Unless this is your fetish. You're certainly dressed for something kinky! Let me guess, you like demonic ritual play?”

“You best keep your mouth shut, slut, or it'll be ten extra laps for you, if you know what I mean!” Braveleaf huffed, forming a first and snorting out of her nostrils angrily. Her posturing wasn't helping anything.

“Tch, you're easy to get a rise out of. Back in my day, they made villains that could really speechify. Do you want lessons, Miss Bloody Tree Humper or whatever you called yourself?” Siofra dug in her ear a bit and continued to grin, unnerving the elf.

Braveleaf just growled, leaned down, and crooked a finger under Siofra's headband, lowering it over her mouth and walking to a small pouch nearby. “Oh, don't you worry dear, you're going to see something rise alright! Er, if I had those kinds of parts. You know what I'm trying to say! But, yes, do shut up and stay shut up. I got a treat for you here if you behave!” 

The elf rifled through her bag until she came across a small vial with a smokey blue substance inside, taking the cap off and smelling it. “Ah, yes, I do believe this is the one I asked for. This should keep you nice and drugged and out of it while I have my filthy, evil way with you! Your purity and happiness  will be mine, Lady Whelan!”

The knight wished to reply, but the salty taste of her own sweat rolling off the headband stuffed in her mouth stifled that hope pretty soundly. However, her eyes reflected only annoyance and frustration with the situation, the threat completely going over her head. Like she hadn't heard that one before from villainess wannabes trying to commit evil unspeakable acts upon the flesh of maidens. Siofra was too dirty for that, anyways. Virgin, her ass. Actually, a virgin ass sounded good to her about now, but she had more important things to occupy herself with, like that lousy knot that Braveleaf's trap had tightened around her ankle.

Braveleaf's back was fully turned to the knight, Siofra only able to make out that she had pulled out another vial, this one a shimmering green, and watched as she compared to the two and grumbled to herself about forgetting which formula is which. That's what she gets for forgetting her labels at home. The knight began to quietly wiggle her ankle and foot around at a specific angle, making sure to keep an eye on her captor so she didn't take notice of her suspicious activity.

“Aha, I do believe I have found the recipe for your doom, Lady Whelan! Take one shot of this noxious green brew, you know the kind of green of the liquids under the sink your mother told you not to drink, shaken and not stirred, and drink it down your pretty little throat! Wait a bit for it to marinate your innards and it's nighty-night to the knight! Serve cold on a bed of leaves and topped with a harsh mistress and you have what I like to call Siofra Stew!” Braveleaf droned on and on, walking back over to her prey and removing the headband and prying her mouth open. “Now, say please, you dumb little warrior whore! Or should I call thee a whoreior? Aha, I think I shall! From this day on, you're--”

Siofra had just about had enough of this, chomping her teeth down on that finger, using that moment to loosen the rope just enough and biding her time for the perfect escape moment. What she wasn't expecting was for the elf to keep that finger there, even with blood drawn, her face contorted in pain. Her other hand popped the top of the green vial off as she forced Siofra's head onto her knee, finger crooked behind her teeth and pulling her in. The finger created just a wide enough of a gap for her to pour the foul brew in, followed by another round of cackling. Siofra's eyes went wide as the potion drizzled into her mouth, finding it hard to swallow upside down but finding herself with no choice if she wanted to be able to breathe again. It tasted oddly of fresh lime juice, if it were being used as a marinade for dirty coins. The sounds she made swallowing it were ones of legend, gagging as a bit oozed out down her face.

“H-how dare you do something so violent to your mistress? That's it, once that has taken effect in you shortly, you are going to be left with my worst! When you wake up you will have regret ever cross paths with the Bloody Forest Mistress, Lady Axewound!” said the Elf, letting Siofra go to dangle a bit more.

“...Is your full name seriously Bloody Axewound? No wonder you've come up with all these other ridiculous names!” Siofra wiped her mouth on her cape, rolling her ankle one last time and finding herself free, landing on her back with an audible thud. “By the way, your potion and your trap both suck, not that I'm surprised. I'm going to just walk off now and forget this ever happened. Have a nice day, Menstrual Mistress.”

“ARE YOU GOING TO INSULT MY HERITAGE AND MY NAME AND JUST LEAVE? YOU CAN'T DO THAT! WHAT ABOUT MY POTION? WHY AREN'T YOU SOUNDLY ASLEEP NOW SO I CAN VIOLATE YOU?” Braveleaf shouted, stomping her foot on the ground and snorting again.

“Yeah, I said have a nice day. Also, maybe you should have labeled those things since I don't feel sleepy in the least bi---” Siofra stopped and keeled on to the ground, holding her stomach and swearing a bit. “W-well, this isn't good.”

“AHAHA! Looks like I win after all! Dost thou have any last words, Lady Whelan, before your happiness is stolen from you in an act of brutality and violation so foul that not even the Dark Succubus Queens of the Embers reel at the thought of it?” the elf responded, arms crossed over her chest and looking full of pride.

“Yeah. But just a few.” Siofra turned around, panting and looking half-faint, making her way back to the elf and kissing her on the lips. “Really should've labeled those better.” She found herself slowly slipping into a haze, her body warming rapidly under her armor as she nuzzled up against the elf's face, her hands placing the other lady's on the latches of her own armor, eyes locking and watching her captor's fidget and her face flush. The knight kept her in place by draping her own arms over the elf's neck, kissing it and nipping at it like a wolf, complete with slobbering and happy growling noises.


“S-shit! That was the wrong one! That was supposed to be mine for when you were knocked out and---” the elf was interrupted once more, her lips sealed with Siofra's, finding herself unable to remove them as she blushed brighter. 

“Shh, you talk too much. Shut up and fuck me.” said Siofra, not knowing that would be the last coherent thought she'd have for a while, one of her hands urging the elf's arms to get cracking at that armor, the other slipping in under the strap top and playing with her captor's nipple, thumbing it and flicking it around as she drooled and kissed, nibbling those lips quiet.

All the elf could do in response for a minute was flail and hope for escape. You're not supposed to top me, she thought, but here she was possibly having things turned on her fully by a horny dog of a knight. Her body and neck pressed back against Siofra's hands, finding them surprisingly strong, her own fumbling across Siofra's back and unintentionally unlatching it. The top plate dropped off the knight to the ground, revealing naught but a small bit of cloth and a chainmail bra covering the knight's tits. And not even enough cloth to cover the obvious pair of poking, prodding nipples protruding from her chest and rubbing up against her as Siofra dug her lips and teeth in further down the elf's neck. As much as Braveleaf hated to admit it, her prey's hands were skilled and warm, fingers dextrous and knowing where to touch, her mouth warm and inviting as she wrapped her armored crotch against the elf's bare leg and began to hump. Dog, indeed.

“Oi, you damn devilish little beast, you! Yes, the one on my leg attempting to impregnate it! Why don't you play good doggy and put that energy to better use?” Braveleaf said, trying her best to sound sexy as she pushed the knight off of her, crooking a thumb into her panties and yanking down just enough for Siofra to get an eyeful. “Yeah, obey me and I'll let you at it. Maybe. First, I'll need you to---”

“Grrrrrr, q-quiet!” Siofra snarled, hurrying to remove the rest of her armor and accessories, one by one, in haste until all that was left was her bra and chained panties, leaping back on and nuzzling the elf's tits with her face and nibbling at them. Her hands clawed at the elf's back and unhooked her cape, throwing it off and pushing her against a nearby tree, snorting warmly against her skin and suckling on her right nipple, thumbing her left as she flicked her tongue around. Her legs continued to push against her captor, chained cunt running up and down it slowly and feeling warm and wet already.

Braveleaf was bright red all over. Her own body was beginning to twitch and warm beneath the quick, hard actions of her prey, pushing a hand down on her head but finding it met with resistance as she tried to force it closer to her own slit, her leg teasing the knight slowly as she felt the knight's tits shake and press up against her stomach and legs, a swift hand moving to unlatch the buckle on her belt just in case. It would seem she had underestimated her opponent, and now that she was on the receiving end, her body was rapidly giving way and she could only hope her mind would stay focused enough to best her yet, drooling as she shut her eyes and groaned hard, her nipples sucked on with great force and made to stick up between the knight's hungry teeth.

Meanwhile, the knight, ever quick to find new ways to humiliate her opponents both in combat and in the bedroom, pulled Braveleaf with her to the ground and met with her face to her, nuzzling against her tits and forcing her straps and helmet off, stroking her ears and pinching them. She grew curious and gave those sensitive elf ears a taste, nibbling the tips and lobes as her body wrapped around the elf's hips, drooling as she smiled and groped around. Braveleaf gasped and sputtered, groaning as her eyes went shut fast, blushing and fidgeting hard.

“N-no, anywhere but there, please, oh mighty heroine, I'll submit, just anywhere else but there!” howled the elf, placing one hand around her lover and the other around her own covered cunt, palming it a bit and humping her hand and the air, bucking her leg against the knight's own slit, feeling both trickle down a bit and slick up, throbbing and red. “D-damn you, you would have been cute below, but it seems I've been bested. Forgive me, oh forest spirits, as I submit to weakness!”

Siofra shut the elf up again with a finger to the mouth, shhing her in her ear as she licked and nibbled on it, one hand supporting the elf's back and lightly touching it as her other one rubbed up and down her stomach and chest, getting close to meeting the hand on the elf's cunt and helping her along. She then placed the other hand Braveleaf had and put it on the latches of her chainmail bikini, rubbing up against her thigh hard and kissing her cheek, as if asking her to please bare her so she could mate with her properly like the beast she was.

The elf complied, taking it off and watching as Siofra's naked body climbed fully over her, on all fours, hands on her shoulders as she grinned and looked at her with red, drugged eyes, all half closed and her smile soft and serene as she took those panties right off and breathed in the muskiness eminating from the elf's glistening blonde cunt. Braveleaf looked away for a second, unable to handle how cute that was to her, finding herself feeling suddenly flipped when she let her guard down; Siofra had hoped she would do that so she could get her captor on all fours herself, leaning in to press her cunt against the elf's back side and humping a bit, imitating a dog in heat as she leaned in and grabbed the elf's tits again, yanking down on her nipples and nibbling her neck and ears a bit more, making them endearing shades of red and making the elf hump back in reaction.

To be dominated like the beasts in the forest do and to be mounted like their mates are was a fitting fate for the villainess, if she had to be taken down, so thought Braveleaf as Siofra imitated thrusting into her and snarling playfully, her fingers twisting the elf's nipples and tits around as she leaked down her own cunt, rubbing it up and down the elf's two holes and eying how wide and open her captor was getting, stopping for a minute to lean down and sniff at it, giving it a taste. The second her tongue hit the folds between the elf's cunt lips, Braveleaf cried out in pleasure, shaking all over and begging for me with her body, pushing it in towards the knight's lips and encouraging her to feast.

And feast the knight did. Her tongue tip slowly teased Braveleaf's cunt, from clit to inside, going slow and making her ache and shiver more and more, groaning and bucking until she too reacted like an animal and based on instinct. If she was good and offered herself more, then the knight would lick and kiss it more, going deeper and staying longer on her clit, sucking it until it peeked out and throbbed on her tongue, lips leaking sweet, sticky juices into her to guzzle up. Anytime Braveleaf tried to retract herself from her prey, the knight would take her hand and leave a sharp, red slap mark against her round, firm ass, making her obey and know her place.

Soon, the elf couldn't stand it anymore, and lay prone with her ass and cunt straight up, her golden pubes glistening in the sun as she begged to be given release, her whole body tense as her nipples hardened and refused to go back down. She was sweating and red everywhere, heart racing as she throbbed and pushed herself against the length of Siofra's tongue, it flicking against that sweet elven clit and hole, slurping in and out rapidly as she brought her captor to orgasm, watching her scream and buck and howl as she squirt and covered Siofra's tongue with sticky thickness. Pleased with her result, she turned the elf back around and wrapped herself around her, hip to hip.

It seemed the knight had no intention of letting her go until she had learned her place and not to do this ever again. She found one of the daggers off the belt that Braveleaf had dropped and slowly put the handle inside the elf's cunt, making sure it was a safe but stuffed fit, placing herself on top of her clit and the handle before she resumed fucking her, pulling her in face to face and petting those elf ears and kissing her all over. She tasted so good, as elven women often did, and she wanted to make sure she could have it linger on her tongue for days to come, savoring it as long as she could. As she fucked, she put her fingers around the bars of the handle and pushed it in and out, making Braveleaf drool and tighten up once again. Her mind and eyes were as unfocused and cloudy as the knight's were, and her body arced up and yearned for me, groaning and kneading her hands against her prey's tits, enjoying how soft they were as she yielded.

Soon she felt herself cumming and leaking out, squirting a bit of her own lady ejaculate onto the elf and mixing it in with Braveleaf's, making both of them glistening and red all over, sighing in relief as it pushed and pulsated out, the aphro having made her orgasm long and hard, dipping in and thrusting deep, forcing the elf into her second orgasm and thrusting along with her until her cunt was so gaping, the dagger fell back out and the two sat entwined in sweaty, reddened afterglow, the knight giving her captor a lick on the cheek.

“Out of words for once, oh mighty evil tree fucker?” Siofra teased, prodding the elf in the tits and grinning wide, catching her breath and nuzzling up. 

“S-shut up, I need a damn nap after what you did to me. Just go, tch. I don't want to hear about it.” muttered Braveleaf, utterly humiliated. She shifted her back towards Siofra's stomach so she didn't have to look at her and face her prey, her face red as she let herself recover from all this, her cunt still sore and leaking a bit. She had no idea that anyone existed who could do that to her, and it shamed her to be bested by it.

“Nah, I think I'll stay and teach you a lesson in how to catch girls better. So nighty-night, and after you wake, it's your turn to get lectured. Let's hope you can take it as much as you can dish it, cutie.” Siofra kissed the elf again as she lay against her, letting them both nod off, thinking how best to drone on at her later. But for now, the sweet scent of their sweat and cum filled the knight's nose, sending her off to sleep happily.

Braveleaf just sighed and let the leaves below them crunch as she drifted off, wondering where it was in life she went wrong. Though laying against someone so soft and warm wasn't so bad, but it would be the last thing she'd admit. Deep in her heart and her cunt lay a desire to be topped once more, and maybe if she asked really nicely later, she'd get it.

So she decided as she drifted off to be as naughty as possible later to get the knight's attention. And Siofra would enjoy punishing her again later with great pleasure, taking that porn mag used as bait as her payment.