The Tome of Death (Patreon)

Priya sighed and cursed, looking at a large rusty key in her hand. Although she was far from helpless, the witch was alone now. Good help was hard to find. The two supposedly strongest warriors in the local orc tribe that she had encountered had met ghastly ends. Yesterday, she had entered the rocky deserts of The Badlands. Life was inhospitable in the desolate wasteland, but the orcs managed to thrive here after being driven from the Everwood by the elves centuries ago. Charming those brutes with her unnaturally extreme olive curves was simple enough. So much, that Priya didn't even need to use any of her succubus-given enchantments to ensorcel them. Orc women jealously hissed and snorted  their contempt toward the curvaceous Priya to deaf, lustful ears, as the two mightiest orcs pulled the young girl into their tent. After a night of the voluptuous Vudrani girl boosting their confidence,  the orc warriors were ready to brave a nearby mausoleum in a quest for ultimate power!

In the morning, the two strong orcs, Priya and a few other warriors ventured toward the  mausoleum. The green skinned simpletons even brought Priya along as some helpless conquest; that the naked human girl would be too terrified to leave their side or escape! She was even unchained! Ha! Using their strength, the two powerful orcs muscled their way past a great stone doorway, which was probably designed to keep the undead horrors in, rather than keep tomb raiders out. The first of the greater orcs had foolishly underestimated his battle prowess in an ancient chamber of full zombies. The fool believed the rotting corpses were so slow that  they might as well be standing still. Despite cutting down a dozen of  the undead with his battle axe, he was soon overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. He was successful in distracting the creatures while Priya  urged the second orc to desert him.

The  second orc started to falter in his convictions and was starting to think that raiding this dungeon was a bad idea. Priya gently reassured  the brutish warrior by proclaiming that he alone was her lord now. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his full fury. Newly invigorated, the  second orc pressed on with what he believed was his new concubine in  tow. For two days, the warrior outlived his fellow lesser orcs, "rescuing" Priya from dungeon dangers such as pit traps, crushing walls and many undead ambushes. Whenever they bested death, the insatiable orc  took the chance to roughly mount Priya upon the dirty stone floor. The big green snorting bastard was unpleasant, but Priya was used to mating with far worse creatures for the promise of power. As she feigned  pleasure with each brutal thrust, the Vudrani witch endured with the  thought of the ultimate power that awaited her. On the third day, the second orc had defeated a giant skeletal beast for the key to the final chamber of the mausoleum, but didn't survive the encounter.

Priya used the key to unlock the great chamber doors. A corpse covered in a  thick blanket of webs was seated upon a skeletal throne at the end of a massive room. Books and scrolls were stacked on tables. A winged creature flapped above, his large cyclopean eye blinking nervously.  Priya was unconcerned as she brushed aside the webs off her obscenely fat bare buttocks and made her way toward the throne. Two red eyes blazed to life under  the webs. A lich emerged, with dead blue skin, covered in purple ceremonial garb. "Who enters my throne room? A...girl?" The ancient undead wizard wasn't going to fall to Priya's usual massive distractions. The lich's hands glowed with eldrich magical energies, as a  spell was being readied. With a snarl and surprising quickness that  belied her small voluptuous form, Priya blasted the ancient being with a  blast of hellfire. The spell's power smashed through the lich's magical protections and enveloped his dead body with flame. The lich's body was consumed with Abyssal energies, as his skull head was knocked from his  burning body.

The disembodied skull  chattered in surprise, his voice half muffled as the skull rolled on the  floor. "What power! You are not what you appear. That spell is forbidden. Ancient. And you are very young. I thought you a simple fat  whore." With a pedicured foot, Priya contemptuously kicked the lich's  skull into a pile of bones. The winged creature perched onto the edge of  a bookshelf as Priya darted past old wooden chests of gold and searched  through piles of dusty books. Finally, she rose with a great book cradled in her arms, resting against her gigantic olive breasts. It was the Tome of Death. The dark tome contained the Heart Clutch  spell, a ghastly nercomantic magic that allowed one to pull out the  hearts of living beings. Priya would master that spell, to deadly  effect.

The lich threatened her. "That  book will destroy you, child. I will rise again to reclaim it." Priya opened the book and her large brown eyes scanned the large tome's tattered, yellowed pages. "I don't doubt you'll try. But you couldn't defeat me now, what makes you think you'll beat me when you return? I'll  be even mightier!"