Teamwork Makes the Dream Work

To be a Hero was to face risk and danger, to brave challenges no other would dare, and to battle an opponent that could not otherwise be defeated! The Hero of the Gods, chosen at the time of their birth, would rise above all others and triumph against the greatest evil of the land.

Or so it usually went.

However, Dark Lord Morlac Crom, King of Curses and Lord of War, was a crafty and evil sort, the kind that would scour the world over looking for his future nemesis and, knowing that slaying said nemesis would just lead to another one being chosen immediately, better hidden by the Gods, instead decided to put a curse on said nemesis.

He found the Heroine early... before she gained full control of the powers that would lead to his doom.

The issue?

You couldn't curse a Hero. It simply wasn't possible. They were immune to all sorts of magic like that. However, that wasn't a completely impenetrable defense. Nothing ever was. There were overlooked loopholes that an enterprising Dark Lord could exploit.

And the one in this case was that you didn't need to use a 'Curse', if you could use a 'Blessing', instead.

Blessings gave you power, in return for having some sort of limitation or requirement to activate. And knowing that the Heroine's victory was predestined, fated, he decided to try to curse her in such a way that she would never come and seek him to destroy him, that she would be distracted by something else.

Thus, he approached her disguised as a wandering man of god, a priestly sort, and feigned danger, sending a couple of his own demons after himself, to set up the situation, and then offered her a blessing in return for her help. A blessing that would increase her powers and abilities... and crucially, he didn't tell the young woman all that it would increase.

When she accepted, he gleefully cast the blessing of Venushtar uppon her, a blessing that made her greater in all aspects, but most importantly, fostered and grew an immense lust within the blessed. He made its duration permanent. The even better part of a blessing was that attempting to cleanse curses would never get rid of it, and most magical detection would never pick up on it, not from a Hero who carried so many.

Thus, he left, secure in his victory, knowing that once the immense growth of her lust took hold of her, she would spend way too much of her time as the plaything of immoral humans to ever come battle him.

Or so he thought, until the day about three months later when she stormed his castle and slew his forces with almost contemptuous ease, taking not much longer to bring him down as well. The woman was visibly pregnant and decked out in the most ridiculously overpowered gear he had ever seen.

Though it was basically an ornate armored leather bikini, it was so packed with magic it made national treasures look like crap, her weapon was a holy blade of the Church that was so sacred it was normally not even given to heroes, and she carried with herself so much magical power that it was blinding his other senses.

As he came dangerously close to his death, the Dark Lord would realize that somewhere, he had fucked up, but he could only think of what, exactly, had gone wrong...

Well...

What had gone wrong in his plan?

It's a complicated story. Or maybe it's remarkably simple, depending on how you look at it.

Y'see, Morlac Crom had thought that when he cursed the Heroine, she would meet men who would see her only as a sexual plaything and let their lusts bring the world to its ruin.

But... well...

When she met the first man after receiving the blessing, it was damn near stereotypical. A big, fat balding rich man, who worked on the slave trade. It seemed like a recipe made in hell for her to wind up a slave to her cunt, because even just days after receiving the blessing, she was so loaded with lust that she was salivating for cock.

And yet, when she spent her time bobbing her head up and down on the merchant's crotch, sucking his cock like it was candy and slurping up every last drop of semen, rather than letting the evil intrusive thoughts win, the merchant instead simply enjoyed himself with the slutty girl he had met randomly, and then observed as she slew bandits and demons alike with ridiculous ease on their way to town.

And that was just the start.

Weaponsmiths, armorers, craftsmen of all sorts really, it seemed like every time she met one, they almost invariably would take her to the back of the store and then bang her like a drum.

The heroine found herself on all fours, on her back with her legs in the air, with her shoulders and neck on the ground and her waist raised, on her side, on a bed, on a couch, on chairs, on the store counter, every surface, every position, every hole, it seemed like every man she met had nothing more in their minds than fucking her.

But thanks to the spreading influence of the merchant, she was becoming a known quantity.

A traveling slut of great power, who could do all sorts of things and who would be willing, and pretty eager in fact, to do a lot more things. Soon more and more influential people started to be drawn to her sphere of influence, not her influencing them but rather the other way around. Mighty and prominent people.

Eventually, some of the most powerful men in the country, including even authorities of the church, were eagerly following her progress. And of course, getting their pound of flesh from her, as they tracked, helped and protected her as best as they could from men who wouldn't get on with the program.

All sorts of men joined the team.

In one town, the Heroine would fail to find a place to stay, and then an experienced adventurer, the manly sort, big bushy beard, strong muscles, a bit of a thug face, would take her to his hotel room and let her spend the night... though of course she would hardly sleep through it, as he fucked her all night long to satisfy her desires, pounding her fiercely until her mind was jam and they both shared an unforgettable experience.

Normally the stereotype was that such an adventurer would approach a young female adventurer with the intent to take advantage of her, though with the Heroine, he didn't really need to, as the sexy tanned tomboy pretty much needed the sex to get rid of the built up lust.

In the next town, she would meet a master craftsman, a perverted sort that designed immensely powerful but very embarrassing bikini armor types, and she would wind up on her knees blowing him in return for a discount on the armor, though of course the idea of the discount would leave her mind after she spent the night in the armorer's house.

Next would be a perverted old master, that would teach her as much about her own body as she had ever known and then some, teaching her not just of how to pleasure her partner, but find pleasure herself in doing so, and of course, many a technique for the less important parts of her journey such as fighting monsters and demons.

So on and so forth.

It was uncanny.

The typical men that were often seen as sexual deviants, men who were infamous for going after women with significant others, men who were suspected of having tastes that bordered on the illegal, powerful men, vicious men, if anybody knew that a strange sort of gentlemen's club had formed around supporting, and fucking, the Heroine, savior of the world, staffed entirely by men of perverted repute, the world would not believe it.

And yet, that's what had happened.

After dozens of blowjobs, many creampies and over a hundred partners, the Heroine came to the end of her journey, infinitely stronger than she would've been otherwise, thanks to the blessing that granted her great power but also turned her into a raging turboslut, a borderline nymphomaniac who almost couldn't function unless she was getting dicked on the daily.

Thus, we return back to the present.

"And it's all thanks to you," the Heroine said. "Yes, I found out about it... about a week ago, while the Cardinal was assessing my blessings, we found yours," she spoke. "You signed your name on it, did you know that?"

Morlac Crom grit his teeth. "So this is it, huh? Even after all that, I couldn't avoid my death, I was fated to die by your hand all along... Do it! Give the gods the ending they crave!" he said, "you've destroyed my empire, slain my army and humiliated me... put an end to my misery already, perverted bitch Hero!"

Shaking her head, the Heroine sheathed her weapon, and then used her high heeled shoe to push him down to the ground. "Oh no, no way," she said, "you've made me happier than I ever was before. Before your blessing, I was a prude you know?" she started talking, and the Dark Lord looked up, noticing that under her loincloth like bottoms, her wet pussy was fully exposed.

"What- what are you doing..?!"

"If I slay you here... you'll just be reborn, when I'm no longer able to fight," the Heroine said. "I'm putting an end to this cycle, of heroes and dark lords," she said, "I'm not going to kill you."

"Then- imprisonment? I'd rather die!"

With a swipe of her hand, the heroine cast a series of wind blades that ripped the Dark Lord's robes apart, revealing that he was, himself, quite measurably gifted down there.

She bit her lip. "Damn... you pass," she said.

"... what, what in the devil's unholy name are you doing!?" the Dark Lord shouted.

The heroine untied the strings of her loincloth and then tossed it aside, touching her puffy cunt with her fingers as she looked down at him. "You turned me into the world's biggest slut," she said, "and it's been wonderful, so I'm going to be thanking you... all night long," she said, as she got down to straddle his waist, slowly lowering her pussy onto him. "And tell you what, if you can endure this, and not cum, I'll admit defeat, and let you go, so that you can fight another day."

The Dark Lord looked up at her, glaring into her eyes. "So you're gonna chance it all..!? You fool, don't you realize I cursed you!? You can't resist pleasure!"

"Oh, oh I know that, I know that with every fiber of my body," she moaned. "So come here and fuck me," she said, "show me what you've got!"

"You're on, perverted bitch Hero!!"

She grinned down at him, and began work on getting him hard, and getting ready to welcome the newest member of her support staff, even if he didn't really know it yet.

Perhaps, had she not been exposed to so many seemingly evil and immoral men who had put all their differences and conflicts aside to help her save the world, she might've come up with a different conclusion for her journey, but thanks to the help of all those who society had decried as "girlstealing bastards", she had started to see the world in a different way.

And that included even the Dark Lord underneath her, whose cock was proving to be of the same deliciously large caliber of all the other men who had helped her on her journey.

She smirked down at her soon to be partner, and he threw a determined expression up at her. Licking her lips, she lined herself up and guided him into her well used and expert cunt, ready to lose herself in pleasure yet again, as the powerful blessing spiked her lust and gave her that intensely satisfying sensation as she submerged herself in submissive slutty joy.