SugerliteThe story

The sound was defying as the Drule soldiers moved swiftly through what was left
to the Emerian Embassy. Walls falling in around left and right. If it were not
for her powers the level third level priestess Sugala would have surely died
with the rest of the Emerian dignitaries. As the new priestess she would oversee
and send mental messages to the ambassador when languages were of no use and
emotion was the rule of the day.
The Drules of Doom were attacking out of nowhere.
"How did they do it Sugala wonder in astonishment! Are there clocking devices
stronger than my telepathic powers? That is impossible! I read through the power
surge sent from Demos. King Zarcons devices cannot not be more powerful ... or
... can they?"
The undeniable surge of dark power from behind the wall gave her the answer.
"Gods, what level is that?"
Who or what ever is was had the ability to destroy objects by sheer will! All
dark energy and no way to escape it. Sugala stopped in her tracks knowing that
to run was futile in this case. This is the secret of Doom! A one hundred level
mega sorceress. The energy almost knocked her down. In fear she turned to see a
shrouded figure. The images were changing in split seconds. An older woman,
strong but bent to a beautiful pale green maiden. Abounding with sexuality
beyond any she had ever felt. What manner of man has brought this on," though
Sugala.
"Only one my prince. A woman." said the older witch out loud to an unseen
figure.
" How odd why does she not destroy me? ...Then Sugala heard a voice. It was the
old woman speaking with her mind.
"Yes, I hear you Mother priestess."said the fear filled Sugala.
"Yes...mother..we are kindred sprits!" Sugala melted with relief, and a
spiritual laugh resounded from the old crone.
Just then a sight for and from the Goddess of Love stood in the bombed opening
of the wall. He must have been at least seven feet tall. Like herself his ears
were pointed too. The smooth blue violet oval face was perfect in every way. His
mainly brows thick and white once frowned now relaxed into an up raised laugh
along with that perfect mouth.
Sugala had seen many a specimen of manhood but none quite like this one.
"He must be at nearly 300 pounds of solid steel" she though.
The short tunic and tights did nothing to hide the bulging and rippling muscular
form underneath. He removed his helmet and Sugala stood motionless. The face of
an angel and the body of a demon. Everything she ever dreamed of in a man was
there in one package.
"He cannot be that powerful," she though as visions of many women, all kinds,
colors and shapes gasping and moaned in unison within his aura. So many
partners. What is this man? He looks like a Drule. Typical solider type but
regal, arrogant and proud... With reason to be.
"I though you would like a prize my prince. A prize I can relate to my step son
the Haggar though in a loud tone to Sugala.
"That is why she saved me, she needed another witch in her fold. What is she up
to?" though Sugala as the old crone laughed.
What the prince was up to was very evident. Walking over to her Lotor stood in
front of her and lifted her chin. She could feel the strength even in that
gentile touch.
"Thank you Haggar. You did very well I am pleased. Father must never have this
one," as he ran his other large strong hand down to the small of her back. The
touch was that of a man who knew the deepest secrets of a woman. Possession was
in his mind and body. A battle he never lost...
*********************************************
Hours passed and Sugala sat still and quite in the space curser. In the private
room she cried. Not knowing what was to be come of her life on the planet of
Doom...
" A handsome prince and a crone of the dark art's for a second mother."
Her though were broken as the door opened and a tall shadow approached and stood
at her side with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other.
"Here my beauty," as he placed the glass in her hand.
To her shock The Crown Prince of the Doom Empire stood in a black silk robe.
It's openness revealed more than a bright red lining. The prince was truly a man
among men in every sense of the word.
"So this is my fate. Trained in the highest forms of sorcery I have come to
this. A pleasure slave." Sugala wanted to cry but a feeling of reassurance
covered her.
"It's the old Mother," she though.
" My step mother understands me ....Completely...
"Every want and need," said the prince of Doom as he moved in closer to the
mesmerized young witch.
"Is this man psyche too?" though Sugala.
"No not like her. A glimmer."
"He can be trained and what a truly dangerous man he would be," she though
gazing at his obvious needs.
"I do not like your name my lovely."
"Sugala, a man's name for such a beautiful woman," Lotor said stroking her cheek
and looking into her eyes.
"Haggar has ways about her. Things I sometimes cannot understand. As if she can
see the future." Lotor said as he placed the glass down and moved in to hover
over his new toy.
Again as fear rose in her the presence of the old witch was felt. This time from
within!
"Give in my child, this man is this and much more." Haggar presence filled her
being. Sugala knew of this spell but not how to control it.
"So this is the reason Mother?" though Sugala to Haggar.
" Ha, my child this and much more! More than you need to know for now.
After all we do not have the same body forever do we. Not even with our powers
child.
Stay child I will teach you the spell. You will need it someday, this and so
much more.
"But for now let us savor the moment." Lotor then broke the mental conversation
between the two witches.
"Sugerlite, that is what I will call you. So "sweet" is it not?" said Lotor as
he crushed her to his hard strong body.
The mental laugh of mother Haggar was the last thing "Sugerlite" heard as all
three became lost in passion.

This is my version of the story of the character I drew in the WEP page in
"Castle Doom" Love the Maid
Sugerlite:Part 2

"What manner of man is this prince of Doom?" that was the only though Sugala now "Sugerlite" cold keep in the onset of this one man legion.
" If it were not for Haggar presence I would have died by now. He cannot be 100% Drule. But he looks that way. Nothing like his father say for the violet tinges in his skin, golden eyes, and muscular body.
Even in the transmitted images of King Zarcon Sugala saw in the embassy there no question this was a truly powerful man. But the demonic stamina his son's body possessed was beyond any man she had ever known. Sugerlite could feel the pleasure that Mother Haggar was receiving through her body. The both of them were two of a kind this prince and witch. More and more of what they have too much of.
Sugala passed out several times. Haggar took full advantage of this.
" The body of a maiden is mine again," she moaned feeling Lotors over developed virility.
Upon awaking Sugerlite could see they had changed positions.
"Mother Haggar please do not allow my body to be destroyed," Sugala cried mentally the stronger witches sprit body.
"This is one of the little quirks of becoming my apprentice" said Haggar with a laugh.
"You too will be able to do this on your own someday child. And you are right my child Lotor is not 100% Drule. Let me say "a little tampering with the old DNA" here and there. During his childhood Zarcon began to ignore me for the other of his harem. This was a dangerous mistake. I made up my mind I would also have the son as well. Not long after this Zarcon killed Lotor's mother. I swore I would avenge her death from within. Every chance I had I have cause one victory and another fall."
"In the time warp I could see Lotor as an adult. A man with a strong libido. I could not allow Zarcon to find me as a young woman in the arms of his son. This is where you come in my dear. There were several witches before you. None of them had the endurance or power to handle both Lotor and I together. I could feel your presence child. And in no way I was going to allow you to be destroyed then in the embassy or even now."
"But mother Haggar how long have we been together?" wonder Sugerlite as another rush of energy ran through her body. It was ovious that Harggar was not going to let go any time soon.
" This is an experiment my dear child I am forcing Lotor to his limits. This may be useful some day. One may have to use this as a weapon... With the right person that is," Haggar laughed demonicly.
"How long mother please!" cried Sugala.
" A day and a half in your time my child"