She averted her eyes, returning to the mockup. Then she slanted a look back up at Lion.
“I think not,” Dorothy said. “I might not be an experienced general, but my armies are the defensive force. I seem to recall my history class teaching us an invading army needs a three-to-one advantage for success.”
“If all things are equal, I'd agree,” Lion said. “But I give the Wickeds the advantage in magical power. They are more aggressive, vicious, and don't worry about collateral damage as Good Witches do. Plus, they have three Cardinal Witches to your two.”
“If you join forces with us, then both sides will have three Cardinal Witches.”
“I'm no longer a Cardinal Witch,” Locasta said.
“I'm not so sure,” Dorothy said. “It's a technicality. You lost that status when usurped. I suspected your magic is still quite formidable.”
That pleased the witch, who only gave a nod. So Dorothy turned to Lion, who continued to stare down at the map. He didn't look happy with what he saw.
“If we add your formidable army, Lion, then the scales of war are tipped in our favor,” she said.
“But if I join Glinda's coalition, then our side will easily crush yours.”
“But to side with the Wickeds would be an act of dishonor,” Dorothy replied. “I don't think you are dishonorable.” It was her turn to catch and hold his eyes. “And I don't think you like Glinda or any of the Wickeds as much as you like me.”
She discovered that was the wrong thing to say. Lion suddenly flooded the air with his pheromones. Did she arouse him? Was he doing it on purpose to mess up her head?
The room suddenly felt hot. Dorothy's skin prickled, as she tingled inside and out. Something about being in Oz made her so bold, so brazen. Lion's pheromones ignited her libido even more, filling her head with the wickedest, wildest thoughts. Her Kansas values rebelled, yet she felt such power and freedom. And, Lion in human form was the sexiest beast of a man she'd ever laid eyes upon.
“What's it going to take?” she whispered. “What do I have to do to get you by my side in this war, Lion?”
Lion reached for her. Her breath caught, but he stopped short of grabbing her. So she reached out and placed a hand on his chest.
“Perhaps, we should…,” Lion said, and glanced at a closed door. “I mean, you and I should discuss this alone.”
“Dorothy, I strongly advise against being alone with him,” Nick said.
She looked Lion over, biting her lip. Dorothy couldn't breathe for a second when she noticed an impressive bulge between his legs. Was that why Nick objected? Probably. Yet, seeing Lion's arousal sent warm tingles washing through her now overheated body.
“I think I would enjoy that, my lord Lion.”
Locasta rolled her eyes, while Nick and Picho groaned. Lion's eyes became more intense as he offered his arm. Dorothy slipped a hand in, grasping his powerful forearm.
“Gentlemen, please wait here while Lion and I meet in private,” Dorothy said. “And try to behave yourselves.”
“I was about to suggest something similar to you, Your Highness,” Nick said rather tightly.
Lion led Dorothy straight to the closed door. As expected, she found a bedchamber behind it. The bed was huge, the sheets already in disarray. Was that his bed? There was no other furniture, just a dozen large chests pushed against the walls.
“You should fire your interior decorator,” she said.
“It serves its purpose,” he growled in the sexiest bedroom voice. Lion pushed her back against the closed door, huge hands on her shoulders, face pressed up close. “I prefer to sleep in my animal form.”
“Not with me, you won't,” she said, and offered her lips. “I sleep in the nude…”
Lion growled low in his throat, like a big cat purr. “I know. My warriors said they found you in bed, wearing nothing but those sexy heels.”
Not exactly true, but she had no desire to argue the point.
Dorothy forced her eyes away from his lips, and looked Lion in his fierce golden brown eyes. Everything about him screamed lion.
I’ve always been a dog person, she thought. But maybe I should switch teams.
He claimed her lips. Dorothy pushed into that kiss, a low groan escaping. Her entire body tingled, inside and out. Then his arms encircled her, squeezing her so wonderfully tight. Any misgivings about jumping into bed so easily evaporated. Animal hunger and need took over, and her hands began exploring. His hands became just as bold, sliding all over her body.
One of his hands pulled out a pistol. “What is this thing?”
“A potent weapon from Kansas,” she said, and snatched it away. Holstering the pistol, she then removed her holsters and set them on the floor. Dorothy set her sheathed sword atop them, before standing before him, hands on her hips. “So, do we have an alliance?”
He just stared at her.
Dorothy pulled off her top. His breath caught, as his eyes locked on her exposed breasts. When his hands cupped her boobs, Dorothy caught his eyes. She loved the intensity of their shared gazes, and felt her body responding as he gently kneaded her breasts.
“We have so much to offer each other,” she said.
“In bed?”
“And on the battlefield,” she said, rolling her eyes. “My people have a saying: Politics makes strange bedfellows.”
In answer, Lion kissed her again. That kiss lasted forever, and ended too soon for the Kansas farmgirl. His hands returned to exploring her young, fit body. One hand snaked between her legs, under her short skirt, and rubbed her cotton undies a moment. Even she could tell her underwear was soaked and slick with her arousal. So Lion ripped them off her body.
“You've grown up to be a gorgeous woman, Dorothy,” Lion said, kissing his way down her neck, across her shoulder, and then down to her boobs. She giggled when he smothered her tits with kisses, before rubbing his face all over them. “So beautiful.”
“And men are the same in every world,” she said. Lion sucked in a sensitive nipple, at the same time his fingertips began rubbing circles around her very wet sex. “Ooooh. Oh yes.”
Back against the door, Dorothy gasped and writhed while he enjoyed her body. Lion proved himself, and then some. No man had ever rubbed one out so well or so fast. His fingers proved magical, and she soon felt that rise to climax building.
“Just like that,” she gasped out. “Please, don't stop. I'm… I'm almost…” Her body erupted with intense pleasure. “Oooooooh.”
Lion stepped back and started stripping. Dorothy teetered atop her heels a second, leaning back against the door. She watched her lover strip, heart hammering. Once he was completely naked, she moved before he took her up against the wall like a redneck mother.
“Shall we consummate our new relationship and political alliance?” Dorothy purred, taking Lion by the hand. The Empress of the Ozian Empire led the King of Beastmen to the bed. The only sound was their panting and the clatter of her heels on the stone floor. “Lay in the middle of the bed, and I'll take real good care of you.”
Lion didn't hesitate. He climbed to the center of that huge bed and lay on his back. His erection stood tall and proud. The sight of such a long, thick cock took Dorothy's breath away.
“I'm starting to really enjoy politics,” she purred, crawling up onto the bed.
She moved with as much sensuous grace as she could, crawling up between his legs from the foot of the bed. Lion watched with bated breath as she wrapped her long, delicate fingers around his shaft. Her sex began throbbing with achy need as she lowered her lips to the head of his dick.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. Dorothy gave him head a long moment, before going down on Lion. They both groaned as his shaft slipped deeper and deeper into her hot, wet mouth. “Mmmmmm.”
Lion's back bowed. He buried his fingers in her silky hair, massaging her scalp so wonderfully. She continued to suck, bobbing up and down his shaft. He gasped and writhed when she hummed, s
ending sweet vibrations into him.
“Like that, do you?” she purred.
“You have a gift, Dorothy.”
She giggled, and started kissing her way up his body. Up close and personal like that, she discovered Lion's human body was even more impressive. His abs proved hard as steel, and his shoulders broad and thick. Yeah, he was a beast of a man.
Dorothy crawled up until they were face-to-face. “So, my lord, do we have an alliance or not?”
He hesitated. She arched a brow, reached between her wide-spread legs, and found his erection. Dorothy eased back until his cock was nestled snugly in her pussy, poised right at her entrance.
“Will you pledge fealty to me?” he asked.
“No. I'm the Empress of Oz,” she said, pushing back until his cock head penetrated. “I bend knee to no one. But I will accept you as an equal ally.”
Lion's hands grasped her around the waist, and forced Dorothy down, down, down his long thick shaft. She cried out, head rolling back as he stretched her out so well, filling her up. He thrust up into her at the same time, until he was balls deep inside her trembling body.
Dorothy gasped and groaned, and rode him hard. Soon she sat up, his hands playing with her jostling tits. The beautiful farmgirl bounced up and down, savoring every inch of his massiveness. She felt him swell even more as his ardor rose. And then that rush to climax started again, deep in her belly.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she cried, her insides erupted with the most incredible pleasure. Dorothy's core throbbed with utter bliss. And then she felt Lion release deep inside her, and felt such a sense of accomplishment and joy. “Oooh, yes.”
They remained like that a long moment, huffing and puffing. Then she smiled down at him, and he stared up at her with a blissful expression.
“I accept your offer, Empress Dorothy,” Warlord Lion said, voice strained. “We will fight Glinda and the Wickeds as one.”
Chapter 7
The white palfrey shifted, restless. Glinda tightened the reins for a second, reminding the horse she was in control, before a gust of wind sent her long hair flying all around her face. She had to rearrange her long pink skirt again, draping it to best effect around her mount behind the saddle.
“I should've let you braid my hair this morning, Isobel,” she said, sweeping it out of her face yet again.
Isobel lifted a wand, “I can still take care of it for you, mistress.”
Actually, Glinda could change her hairstyle with a short spell, but decided her Lady needed the practice. She nodded. The Lesser Witch swirled her wand in an intricate pattern, looking sloppy to Glinda's refined eye. Then she felt a swirl of power around her head, quickly manipulating her long strawberry blonde tresses into a thick braid down her back.
“Thank you, Isobel. It looks lovely.”
The infamous Witch's eyes returned to the scene before her. Everywhere she looked strong women sparred, practiced their battlefield formations and tactics, or otherwise trained for the coming war. Her one hundred Ladies-in-Waiting were arrayed in a semi-circle around her atop the hill, in three ranks. The ladies all rode black horses.
“My Sa'Kor host is the finest army in all of Oz,” she said with deep satisfaction. “And I'm going to ram it down Marshal Picho's arrogant throat. That old buffoon will regret dismissing my girls so casually.”
Of course, he never dismissed her army until after Scarecrow disbanded the Sa'Kor. But men were all fools, allowing her to quickly reform it. She had to hide the Sa'Kor's size and true strength for decades, but now she was free to wield it. That army would win her the Imperial Throne of Oz.
“More recruits arrived yesterday, mistress,” Uma said. “That brings the number up to over ten thousand in the training brigades.”
Glinda nodded, knowing they wouldn't be ready to fight in time for the war, but they'd be the replacements to her losses. Despite her fearsome and wicked reputation, young women from all over Oz flocked to her.
“Sa'Kor coming from the castle,” one of her ladies said.
Glinda glanced to the right. Her pink granite castle dominated the horizon. It was the single largest castle known, and had never fallen to force of arms in its two thousand year history. The castle had three concentric rings of defensive walls, surrounding five massive keeps. The centermost and tallest keep was her home and seat of power. Her baby blues locked on the three riders coming toward her from the castle.
As they grew closer to her viewing hilltop, Glinda could see it was General Kahlan and a pair of assistants. All three wore head to toe black leather, making her smile. Even in that heat, her Sa'Kor never complained or showed any sign of discomfort. Yes, she'd trained them well in pleasure and pain.
“Mistress,” General Kahlan said, bowing her head, as she reined up before the Witch. “We live to serve.”
Glinda lifted a haughty brow. “And?”
“I have just received dispatches from the field that you'd want to hear,” the dark-haired, blue-eyed officer said. “First, Empress Dorothy has successfully formed an alliance with Warlord Lion, and even now their combined armies march toward Emerald City.”
Glinda stiffened and scowled. She almost had that sexy little Kansas beauty two weeks back. Lion's beastmen interrupted her spellcasting, depriving her of a very good time with Dorothy. Since then, though, Locasta and Dorothy's enchanted shoes had blocked every attempt to reestablish magic contact via her dreams. Indeed, she could no longer even locate Dorothy via magic.
“They didn't waste any time returning to Emerald City,” she said. “What else?”
“Secondly, North and South have begun mustering their armies,” General Kahlan said. “Our agents in Gillikin and Quadling Countries believe they could be on the march within two weeks.”
“Olivia and Diana plan to take their armies to Emerald City?” Glinda asked. That would be foolish, especially for Diana. “If so, then we will retake Quadling Country right away.”
Jezebelle and Wanda could invade Gillikin Country from East and West, crushing the defenseless bastards between them. The war could be over within weeks. Even better, attack before they finish mustering their forces and take out the Good Witches for good.
“We do not know their plans, yet,” General Kahlan said. “But I don't believe they'll leave their countries defenseless. I suspect they will wait to see what we do before committing themselves.”
“True. The Good Witches have always been rather prudent, and try to avoid fights,” she said. “Even if they don't march to Emerald City, my army can crush Diana's easily, while the combined might of East and West would overwhelm Olivia and the Gillikins.”
Thoughts of Diana defeated and her helpless prisoner made Glinda all hot and fluttery inside. She so wanted that beautiful redheaded Witch at her mercy.
Diana will make a beautiful love slave, she thought. It will be so fun subverting her will, making her my adorning, obedient slave.
She could only imagine the dark and depraved things Wanda and Jezebelle would do to Olivia once they captured that young beauty. Memories of what Wanda did to her filled Glinda's mind, making her belly quiver. That Witch redefined the meaning of wicked and depraved.
Add Dorothy as my helpless and obedient love slave…
Happy thoughts. With Dorothy as her absolute slave, and the enchanted Silver Stilettos finally on her feet, Glinda would reign supreme, practically a goddess. The thought of such power thrilled the beautiful witch.
The problem with that plan lay in the fact that neither Wanda nor Jezebelle had agreed to join with her. She needed them, at least for a while. Neither could be trusted to remain loyal for long.
Glinda lifted the palm of her hand to her face, parallel to the ground. A pink bubble materialized, perfectly still despite the wind. Glinda spoke her message into it.
“General Alizan, meet me in the war room with your staff.” The bubble streaked away. Glinda smiled tightly at General Kahlan. “Go. Get your staff and meet us in the war room.” Then louder, “Ladie
s, attend me.”
Riding toward her castle, Glinda considered the biggest problem facing her: Warlord Lion. His army might be the smallest, but his beastmen were notoriously difficult to kill. Her Sa'Kor would need enchanted weaponry, and even so it would be harder to kill them. Yes, Lion's army was her Sa'Kor's closest rival.
Lion had Locasta's formidable magic to support his army, as well. Even though she'd been subjugated by Lion, and lost her position as Good Witch of the North, Locasta rivaled Jezebelle and Diana. Hell, she might still be stronger than either of them.
“I have to find a way to convince Wanda and Jezebelle their only chance of survival is an alliance with us,” Glinda said. Uma and Isobel nodded. “If we don't strike first and decisively, this could turn into another protracted War of the Witches. There might not be much left of Oz for the victor to claim.”
Chapter 8
The banging of a door echoed through the pitch blackness. Scarecrow's eyes opened, looking toward the door. No light seeped around the edges. Footsteps echoed in the middle distance, so he closed his eyes and returned to his dark daydreams.
Before him knelt Dorothy, with Glinda to her left, Wanda to her right. All three were naked, eyes filled with slavish love and devotion. He stood, his massive cock out.
“Attend me, Dorothy,” he commanded.
The beautiful brunette stood. She strode towards him, her Silver Stilettos clacking. Odd, she had knelt just a foot from him, yet she was taking forever to reach him now. But those softly clattering heels sounded so far away, yet getting steadily closer. Finally, the Kansas farmgirl reached him, her large breasts all shiny with sweat and jostling enticingly.
“I am yours, master,” Dorothy purred breathlessly, dropping to her knees. Her delicate fingers encircled his massive cock, stroking him to rock hardness in nothing flat. And then her lips parted, and she sucked him into her hot, wet mouth. Such an amazing feeling, pushing deeper and deeper. “Mmmmmgh.”
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