The Witch and the Hunter (Private)
 

Agatha Brunestud, half-vampire and reknowned witch, hummed as she strode through the halls of her fortress. Her undead thralls bowed as she passed, or greeted her warmly. Her mystical defenses had detected an intruder in her castle, and had restrained said intruder. "Mmm, a hunter eh, well, let's see what those fool have sent to try and slay me." Agatha opened a door to where her defenses had transported the hunter, binding them

//Dusk is the with not Agatha.

Agatha struggled against her restraints, her helmet and over all attire masking her gender. The helmet was full face helmet that appeared to have no eye holes, despite this the hunter followed dusk's movements flawelessly with their head

(Oh sorry)

"My, my." Dusk purred, sauntering in few. Mystic tendrils held Agatha's arms away from her. They had forced the hunter onto her knees. "You're quite the thin one." She ran her smooth hands along the help, her fingerless gloves caressing it. "Well, let's see what's under here." She undid the help, and a surprised smirk graced her lips. "You're....a woman." Her eyes had a fire in them

Agatah stared at the witch with hostile green eyes "Release me you Harlot!"

"A female Hunter, how quaint." Dusk tapped her chin, her ample bosom bouncing. "I think I'll keep you." She withdrew a small ritual dagger from her hip. Walking behind Agatha, she cut away paart of her armor, right where her neck met her torso. "First, a little welcome gift." She pressed s finger against that spot, whereupin her seal, a stylized wolf, appeared. This would make Agatha a bit more obediant, but also, make her more, ah, suggestive to the witch. "Now dear, tell me your name." She purred

Agatha squirmed in protest to Dusk's action, even more so as her armor fell away from her body. Her eyes glazed over slightly as the crest was made "Agatha...Agatha Dunning.."

"Agatha, what a splendid name." Dusk cooed. "Now, from henceforth, you are my pet." She patted her head. She ysed her free hand to cast several hexes on Agatha. One of which began stripping her of her knowledge of toilet training, save the basics, as well as instilling a fear if he is out in her to boot

As soon as her memory was damaged, the crotch of her pants grew soaked, sadly she was still wearing the attire of a man

//I'm thinknig a dress with an open chest, front and back so her bloomers are visible~?

Dusk licked her lips at the sight. She reached down, first using a hex to slowly force Agatha to void her bowels, and then pressing her fingertips into Agatha's damp crotch

Agatha let out a soft grunt before filling the seat of her boxers with a warm mush "W-what are you doing to me?!"