The Enchantress: Other Option

The Enchantress: Other Option

After a long and grueling battle the insatiable enchantress has disarmed and pinned the exhausted Hero to the ground. Her hips straddle his struggling body in a vice, her chest pressed over his heaving chest.

Enchantress: You know that there's nothing that can stop me from taking my weekly ransom, hero. I need my dose of Pathetic, Defeated Hero Dick.

Hero: Gross.

She grasps him by the hair and pulls his head up to whisper in his ear.

Enchantress: And what is your pick today, hero? Do you want since evil villainess pussy or evil villainess dick? A middle ground between? I'll have whatever you wish...

The hero contemplates for a moment. He smirks. If he is to be ravished once again, best to make her work for it. He whispers his demand.

Hero: Other.

The enchantress pauses for a moment.

Enchantress: Other, you say?

Hero: Other. Surely there is no problem?

The enchantress eventually smiles at his challenge.

Enchantress: Very well.

It isn't easy for her. It strains her shape shifting energy and pushes her concentration something fierce. It defies euclidean spacial physics and several holy texts. But the enchantress manages to unleash upon her hero all the sublime and erotic "other" he could ever ask for, dominating him more thoroughly than ever before.