The Curse of Greed

A beautiful witch flew across the skies north of Arcadia.

Her ruby eyes filled with anger and distress. After using magic to spy into the thoughts of the king and first prince, she learned the truth of their actions towards her new apprentice.

'His father loves him deeply, but learning his wife wasn't human hurt him deeply. Well, his father died in a witch's revolt. So I won't blame him for being retarded.'

An existence she only accepted as a joke at first, her curiosity about a male who smelled of magic.

"That Eva girl is a damn minx. She is going to fuck my cute apprentice!"

'This is a good thing. Let Rosa take care of the half-breed.'

Her compact frame sat sideways on her staff with her large buttocks barely seated as it slowed down, drifting along the skies while Medea lost herself in thoughts of her sisters' meeting.

Although the term sisters seemed friendly, they were enemies, each serving the legacy of a different devil who existed thousands of years ago. 

"I don't understand why Elizabeth became obsessed with him after seeing him in action. She hates men more than me! How could she offer to share the role of his master?!"

Lumia and Spica seemed to be enemies.

Their words were unclear, but Medea could tell those two would try to kill him should they meet him in the wild. It would be likely that they might even send their apprentices and proteges to hunt him down.

'Why do you care so much about this man, Medea? We are fine alone as we have always been!'

"Abyss!"

Silence enveloped the sky for a moment before a dark, heavy feeling enveloped Medea as her ruby eyes changed from a soft shape to a harsh and narrow style, her lips twisted in a cruel smile.

'Medea, we don't need a man. Have you not seen yourself acting like a bitch in heat just because of this boy showing a little promise? How many geniuses did you turn away before? Then this male comes along, and you're bending over with your cunt spread, waiting for him to fuck you over!'

"...."

Medea didn't respond as magic enveloped her body, forming countless spheres of black and azure flames, each one many times larger than Sigurd's strongest spells and the most devastating Noctra.

'Do you think any of those bitches will support you if his kingdom goes to war? Elizabeth, Spica, Lumia, Zeta.'

"Abyss! He is..."

'Those women have tried killing you hundreds of times in the past thousand years! Let's not forget that envious slut Matilda and what she did to us two thousand years ago!' The voice Medea called Abyss continued to barrage her with insults and screams, forcing images and memories to appear in her mind as the huge magic spells rained down on the city of Arcadia.

Moments later, screams of agony and grief echoed in the darkness as Medea's figure no longer existed in the night sky, only the smouldering flames of her unstable heart.

Arcadia burned, yet the culprit had long vanished into the darkness of the skies.

"I will make them regret it! I am Medea, Queen of Greed! The Witch of Oblivion! None shall tell me what to do!"

Medea's body appeared from a swirling blue vortex, her ruby eyes glowing brightly as she looked down at the campsite of her apprentice. She slowly descended, opening the black tent to see the naked Sigurd, his muscular body more buff than before, thanks to the daily training and Agmar meat—not too big, but his figure now looked huge compared to Medea.

"You... sleep naked with this minx. Such a shameless apprentice."

'What are you doing... He is?..'

"He is mine, my apprentice, my warlock, my male... I won't let this little girl take him, and I will make him mine so he cannot betray us."

Medea gently reached for the sleeping Sigurd's groin, grabbing his penis firmly as she began stroking it. She enjoyed its warmth, how hard and sturdy it was, even when not erect.

"This is also mine." Her small body climbed onto their shared bed before lifting Sigurd's chin as she stared at him with her glowing eyes filled with a crazed look, her lips curled into a predatory smile as she collected her spit inside her mouth, filled with her magic as it emitted a delicious scent one that would surely become addictive.

'You!?'

She ignored Abyss before forcing Sigurd's mouth open, her small red lips hovering over his, as she kissed him with a deep hunger and lust.

Her saliva flowed inside his throat, carrying Medea's potent magic. The sensation caused Sigurd to tremble, but he never woke up.

Her heart raced at the thought he might wake up. 

But the supreme power of Medea's magic that flowed from her body created a spell that forced the two to remain in a deep sleep as she sucked on his tongue.

Her magic flowed into his body endlessly, a feeling of ecstasy filling her body as she felt her pelvis and abdomen burning with heat as Sigurd's magic fought back and flowed into her. Despite its small amount, she felt her magic seem to surrender... 

'FIGHT BACK!' Abyss screamed out... but it was too late.

The tattoo changed on the back of Sigurd's hand, with the ancient language for two written instead of Eva's symbol.

While Medea herself flung off his body, her breathing ragged, her body covered in sweat as she felt a strange sensation from between her legs, and a sense of euphoria constantly assaulted her mind, only able to remain awake because of Abyss forcing her.

"W.... what.... happened?"

Medea's eyes no longer shone with the predatory light. Her feelings of greed seemed to have ceased, and she looked meek and lovely, like a silver cat in the moonlight. 

'You not only climaxed because of this filthy man, but you've become his familiar...'

"What? That's impossible!"

'Then check your pelvis...'

Her heart raced; if one of the council became familiar with a mere apprentice, the other witches would hunt and kill her, and her rights to rule over the sin of greed deprived! "Lies.... lies... lies.... lies... ah!?"

There was Sigurd's mark, the heart with tribal-shaped wings, and the heart formed on her pelvis with his name etched deeply into her flesh. "Nobody can know... He can never know!"

Medea used magic to heal the mark until there were only faint scars.

However, she knew it would return... this mark would never fade unless Sigurd himself revoked her binding to him, but the deep greed in her heart didn't hate this... there was a part of her that enjoyed that he was hers no matter the form.

She took a deep breath, looking at Sigurd with a gaze of pain and anger.

"This... this is all your fault!" But the anger and pain soon faded as she shook her head. 

This mark didn't mean she fell for him. Instead, Medea knew only the curse of greed drove her to act this way. She thought the other witches would try to steal him, but they couldn't. 

"If he tries to make another familiar, because of my tremendous power, he will damage his soul, and it will fail... Only those below him are worthy now. Fufu... I won."

'Medea... don't let your curse control you again. Or I will take control and kill him! I am not his familiar after all.'