The decapitated Erin and her assembled army of half men and headless, armless women marched on. The rest of the day and the following was spent lopping off the heads and arms of the foes at each camp, and after every conquest, Erin was able to convert the mercenaries with her juicy lips and tantalizing hips. She had a verifiable fighting force, though now a fucking force, to be reckoned with. The bodies, still under some base control of their heads or some instinct as they walked further away from them, would occasionally bump into one another and start to hump away at each other. So great was the level of their lust now, that Erin would at times have to break them up from time to time because those goods were for her only right now, and she would have to suck off the legs or caress the women until their passions ceased. Not that Erin complained much, this headless thing afforded her a new joy with these strangers and gave her ideas on how to please her princess once she was rescued. Her belly full and her primal lust quenched, she pushed on toward the center of the island.
***
James alerted Erin, “There’s the easiest path up the rocks. Should be 20 minutes to the top.” Erin’s hand patted Jame’s head in her bag. “It looks too narrow for the bodies to join us and keep quiet. Bodies, stay back for now.” The bodies halted. Erin’s taut headless body, with her head around her belt and James’ in the satchel, scampered silently up the rock formation, pausing to listen for any signs of trouble frequently. It was Day 4, and she couldn’t wait longer to rescue Beth and Max before whatever might happen to the royal bodies.
Finally reaching the top, the Sword of Severance in two hands, she crouched behind a boulder and she spotted a woman approaching middle age with black, curly hair and flowing robes. She was reading scrolls, possibly offers from rival kingdoms for the bodies. It had to be the devilish Mistress Nym.
From Erin’s lower perspective, she saw the headless bodies of Max and Beth, stripped down to their small clothes. Max’s body was serving as Nym’s footrest as she sat upon a natural seat in the rocks, and poor Beth’s body was standing nearby a bunch of grapes and fanning the evil Nym to keep her cool. Erin contained her outrage and channeled it into her plan. “James, I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m going to set you here and come back for you.” James blinked in understanding, and felt the gravel under his neck after he was placed on the ground.
Erin saw there was really no cover atop the flat summit other than a few waist high boulders and the lone tree that Nym was under. Erin would have to confront the captor directly. She stood up from her hidden position. “Mistress Nym, I have come bearing your demands. Do not fear my headless form, your soldiers were worthy adversaries. Free the prisoners and return them to my care.”
The powerful mage turned to see a tall, nude woman’s body, with a head tied to its belt. The body looked more powerful than a simple messenger’s, the scars of past battles showing themselves on the sweaty, rugged body. Nym kept her guard up and shooed away the royal bodies. “Come now, courier. My reports say you also fought well and it appears you found the old Sword. However, it looks like the ransom appears a bit light. Where is my gold?”
“The rest is upon the ship you hid, along with my belongings. As a measure of good faith, here is a small proof of my treasures.” Erin tossed the satchel toward Nym, a jingle and a thud could be heard. Nym walked over and carefully pulled open the satchel. It was a few coins and then her face showed disgust…
“Eat a bag of dicks, Nym! Beth and Max don’t belong to you! But now, you’re mine!” Erin yelled, charging toward Nym. Enraged at the deception, the witch raised her arms and sparks began to swirl about. The amulet around her neck shone bright red. She casted spells toward Erin, but Erin’s athletic control over her body enabled her to dodge each bolt of magic. Erin methodically guided her body closer and closer as Nym tried everything to stop Erin.
In the midst of the battle, Erin stopped to undo her braid from her belt behind some cover. She held her head in her right hand, sword in her left and again dodged spell after spell, coming within 20 yards of Nym. Erin had an idea.
She yelled, “Catch!” as she launched her head high in the air toward the Mistress of Magic. Startled by this new development, the witch looked up at the auburn brown beauty’s noggin hurtling towards her, and instinctively opened her arms to catch it. That was the window her body needed to close the gap. Nym, all her focus on Erin’s head, caught it and muttered, “You fool.” That was the last words she said while in one piece, since as swift as the wind Erin’s body had sliced through Nym’s neck. “You fell for the oldest trick in the book, keep your eye on the birdie!” teased Erin’s head.
Nym’s head fell from her shoulders, and her flailing body dropped Erin’s head to search for her own. Getting on its hands and knees, the body struggled to follow its head’s directions and the amulet slipped off her neck. Erin quickly stepped on it, breaking the jewel. “No! Not that” cried Nym. The fog lifted instantly around the island’s borders, and Erin’s ship, anchored northeast of the rock, was in sight.
“That was for taking my friends’ bodies,” Erin announced, picking up Nym’s head and slicing away the robes on the helpless mistress’ body. “That was for taking my boat and armor.” Erin’s head on the ground marveled at the smooth and rippling muscles of her own body and took a look at Nym’s bod- she wasn’t half bad herself and very gifted in her chest. No wonder King Alistair took a fancy to her.
Erin held Nym’s head up to her neck level and towards Erin’s face. “Now tell me witch, use your magic to restore my head on my shoulders.” Nym laughed. “You broke my amulet, which channels my dark magic.” Erin pulled Nym’s hair tighter. “TELL ME HOW TO FIX MY HEAD AND THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS NOW OR I’M CHOPPING YOUR BODY TO SMITHEREENS AND CASTING YOUR HEAD INTO THE FOREST BELOW,” Erin growled, dangling the head over the edge of the cliff.
Nym finally showed some fear in her eyes. She whispered, “There’s a simple restoration potion. I have some by my chair. It’s Elderberries and tree sap. Please don’t drop me,” she pleaded. Erin swung her head back over to the safety of the summit. “Oh that sounds easy to make,” Erin mentioned, thinking about some possibilities if she brought the sword home. “Yes, and it’s quite good on flapjacks too,” replied Nym.
Erin set Nym’s head down, far from her stumbling body, and walked over to the chair and applied the syrupy potion to her neck, and then plopped her head back in place, and it finally stuck! Erin took a sigh of relief. The trance placed on the two royal bodies seemed to be lifted with the amulet broken. Beth and Max’s bodies came up to embrace Erin for saving them, and held her a bit longer than Erin expected. The signs of arousal in Beth’s bosom and Max’s lower head were starting to show. Max was pretty well-endowed, Erin remarked. Erin quickly needed to get them moving before they could get bogged down in some sexy romps on a deserted island.
Erin picked back up Nym’s head again. “I think it’s time we have a parade and bring you back as a trophy in the Great Hall. We won’t be needing this,” pointing to Nym’s sultry body. Despite Nym’s objections, Erin knew it was too dangerous to bring the entire sorceress back. Plus, her mercenaries could use some fun.
“Finally, this is for making me lose my head,” Erin shouted, kicking Nym’s body off the ledge and into the forest. The combination of trees and a simple protection spell broke her fall. However, the horde of mercenary body parts were waiting for her body below. The eager bodies swarmed their voluptuous mistress’ body, who quickly joined them with pleasure in an orgy of bodies thrusting and grabbing and squeezing and releasing. “Oh,” moaned Nym, “I haven’t - erm, my body hasn’t been treated like this in a long time. This is quite AH! um, I think she’s OK staying here.” Erin watched the bodies revel and take turns with one another, sliding in and out of each other. “All’s well that ends well then,” Erin shrugged. “Beth, Max, let’s get you home. James, for your reward, I’ll recommend you to the King and Queen for bravery.”
James blushed from his position in the bag. “Thank you Erin, but, um, I’m not quite half the man I used to be.”
Erin replied, “Nonsense. You were brave and you’re the only warrior to defeat me by chopping off my head. Not to mention you’re kinda handsome like a head.” James smiled. “But, for now, I need you to borrow Max’s body to climb down the rock. Nym’s head is going in the sack, and I’m going to help guide Beth down. Here’s some of that potion.” Erin rubbed some of the concoction on Max’s neck and set James’ head on it. “Whoa!” The shock of having a body again jolted him. “Erin, I’ve been meaning to do this for days, please, may I,” James said, coming up to Erin, standing on his tiptoes and grabbing behind her head to draw her close.
“James, shut up and kiss me.” Their lips met, their bodies embraced, at least until Erin remembered it was Max’s body. “Let’s get you a new body back in the kingdom. We’re sailing home.”
***
At the ship, James’ head was severed once again from Max’s body so Erin and James wouldn’t feel conflicted using the prince’s body longer than they had to. However, once aboard the ship, Max’s body was quick to recognize and rekindle the primal desires within him. Not even an hour out from the island, the two headless bodies of the royals began thumping the wooden floor on the ship, clothes strewn about and pumping away. It was easy on the eyes for Erin, she wasn’t going to stop them. It was a reward in itself to see them go at it like wild animals.
“Are they still going, Lady Erin?” James said, out of breath, pausing from the kisses to Erin’s folds between her legs. “Did I say stop, Sir James?” Erin replied, equally breathing hard. James revisited the moment and dived back in with vigor, his tongue twirling and causing Erin to fall back off her stool and onto the floor. While still watching Beth on her back getting plowed by Max.
“Hey, at least let me see!” yelled the older woman’s voice. Erin sensed a hint of tantalizing jealousy, Nym could hear the young lovers testing the seaworthiness of the ship. Erin pulled Nym’s head out of the satchel, perhaps that was enough punishment for now. “My Queen did note that you had a striking beauty yourself,” said Erin. By this time, Max was finishing his strokes and came over Beth’s belly. Max’s body rolled over. Beth’s body, however, still hungered for more and began fingering herself to bring herself to another orgasm. “Nym, care to join us?” asked Erin. James couldn’t believe his luck. Was he going to be caught between two beautiful bodies, offering all he could to satisfy them? He couldn’t feel his body since they left the island, so he was going to give all he had left to make their toes curl.
Nym scrunched up her nose. “No thanks, not for me, but toss me over to Max when he recovers, that’s more my style. Besides, you haven’t bathed in days, I can smell you over here.”
“So be it, but no funny business with Max or you’re shark bait,” Erin sternly said. “Relax, don’t you remember a lady’s source of magic comes from her breasts? The amulet just focused my magic aura. Also, my pair of boobs are miles due south and I can’t feel them anymore - as you separate body parts far from each other, they begin to lose feeling with the head and become independent.”
That was good to know, remarked Erin. She tossed Nym’s head over to Max. “Fine, you’re on cleanup duty for the prince until he recovers. James, let’s show you how me and Beth pass the time.” James saw Beth open her legs wider, the royal snatch begging for a kiss. He would have to oblige, it is his duty now.
***
At the docks, Henry diligently whisked away the bodies under the cover of nightfall back to the castle, with the remaining potion. The King and Queen were overjoyed to have their return, and began planning for the triumph in the streets for the Banshee of the Blade, Erin the Unconquered.
Crowds gathered from all the surrounding villages to marvel at the imposing figure of Erin, holding aloft the defeated sorceress’ head to their delight. Erin heard the murmurs of the people, riding high in the chariot. “They say some bloke chopped off Erin’s head!” “No way you peabrain, how could she get it back on, let alone live? She’s no magical witch like that head over there!” Erin knowingly smirked. As she approached the castle walls, the rest of the guard began reciting her many titles and some new ones.
“Come and cheer, all, Captain Erin, the Protector of the Princess, the Savior in the Southern Islands, the Dame of Decapitation, the Lady of …”
Nym rolled her eyes, before muttering softly to Erin “...don’t forget the Sucker of A Thousand Dicks.” Erin composed herself, holding back a chuckle. “Well played Nym, but now let’s get you mounted and on display.”
***
Queen Ella, staring at the head of her rival perched atop a mantle, gave her thanks to Erin in the presence of the royal court. “I couldn’t have done it without James, the Silver Tongued. May I ask that he receive knighthood for his heroics?” requested Erin. The Queen nodded, bestowing a sword on both his shoulders, and letting him rise as Sir James. James beamed at the honor. “Thanks Erin. Though having another sword around my neck is a little nerve wracking. And next time can I pick the body? I don’t think it suits me,” James whispered. “We’ll find someone in the dungeons or over some future battle, I’ll find you one fitting of your rank, Sir James,” she replied.
After granting her and James an elevated role in the kingdom’s affairs along with a handsome reward, the Queen let the court in this festival setting mingle with the heroes and then left the hall as if she were preparing for a journey herself.
The restored Princess Beth and Prince Max walked over and knelt before their rescuers. Grasping Erin’s hand, Beth slipped something wrapped in cloth into Erin’s palm. “That’s the key to me and Max’s bedroom in the tower. Don’t be a stranger, and bring that magic sword around sometimes. And I want to see what Sir Good with His Tongue can do,” Beth spoke softly into Erin’s ear. Erin thought this might be worth more than the chests of gold coming her way.
As the party wound down, the hall emptied except for King Alistair and Erin. “Erin, I can’t thank you enough for bringing my daughter home and in one piece,” decreed the King, before looking around to make sure no one was around. “But I do have one favor to ask, in confidence. Ella wants to visit the countryside with her sister, so I uh, suggested she travel light to avoid too much detection. Would you do the honors and use the magic sword to give the Queen’s head to her sister? I think she’ll appreciate being pampered at every turn.”
Erin thought for a moment, seeing through the king’s request. Ella was a gorgeous woman and her body did remind her of an older version of Beth... “Certainly I can, your Majesty, but you know once I cut off her head, the magic in the sword gives her the power to pull off your body parts as well,” Erin hinted.
“Hmm, kinky,” King Alistair mused a little too loud, catching himself with a cough. “Well, in that case I should have the Captain of the Guard, someone I trust, to perhaps watch over us?”
Erin’s heart fluttered at the risque suggestion. “I can, my king, but I may ask for some time alone with Her Majesty myself to ensure she’s taken care of. I’ve had experience with the headless and being headless so I will be safe.”
The King, his hopes rising with Erin’s affirmations of his horny asks, decided to push for one more to see how far he could get. “You know, if there is a worry of Ella taking me apart, I’m sure there’s a spare head she could borrow…” the king’s gaze met the trophy on the mantle. Nym had been dozing off but once she caught wind of the King’s plans she listened intently.
“Alistair, that woman tried to kidnap Beth’s body and you want her on your wife’s body?!” Erin said in shock.
“I’ll be in good hands if you watch over us, Captain, and I think she’s harmless without her magic. Nym, it’s been years but can you still do that…”
“Al, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, or I mean licks with my tongue, if you know what I mean. Don’t you want this blue eyes looking up at you again between your legs,” Nym spoke up, batting her eyes and pursing her lips.
Erin, not knowing what to do anymore, went along with these old flames trying to rekindle a spark. After all, she would get a piece of the action herself. “Ok, fine, King Alistair, you got it, on the condition of some time with Queen Ella’s body for me. Nym, one wrong move and you’re in the dungeons. Now, where’s Ella at? I’ll help her pack,” commanded Erin, as she clutched the Sword of Severance on her back.