Anilith took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling, the thin material of her blouse rubbing against her nipples. They themselves brought to attention by the anticipation filling all of Anilith's being. Her thoughts ran from the first moment she saw the red witch. She was so forceful, commanding her body with touch and spell. Something about it formed an infatuation that while dimming at times could never truly die it seems.
That very infatuation had led her here, to this cave miles away of anywhere she had ever been. "Okay Ani, you can do this, just walk inside, tell her to undo this infatuation, and... and.. Don't think think about her body or the things it could do to you.." Anilith shook her head after a moment, a string of drool running from the corner of her mouth. "Maldita bruja. Liberar mi mente" Anilith cursed, continuing to shake her head, wiping the images from her mind, as her breathing steadied.
Anilith's left foot was the first part of her to move in what felt like an eternity, but she knew it could not have been more than a minute. Her throat drying with each step, but her nethers moistened despite her own attempts to control her body. A quiet 'mierda' being spoken under her breath, as her forked tongue ran itself over her lips. Her stomach tied in knots, her head spinning, she needed to be free, like the wind.
The cave was dark, but her infernal eyes cared little for darkness; peering through the veil. The gray stone walls lined with water that ran down from above, leaving them soaking wet to the touch, continual 'drip' noises could be heard from all around her drowning out any other sounds save from those within her own body. The further in Anilith walked, the more wetness seeped from the cave around her, soaking through to the floor, leaving it slippery. Her own blouse becoming translucent as the waters dripped onto it from above.
She flexed the four fingers of her left hand, covered in the black glove. A gift from the ogre 'Oggy' meant to protect her. She pressed the glove against herself, and felt the magics pass through it, and into herself. "I won't be charmed by her, I won't be controlled by her." Anilith stated quietly, in confirmation to herself. She suddenly felt her dry mouth begin to water, as her nose came under assault by a pleasant, heady odor. Anilith did not know exactly what it was, but she wanted... no, she needed it.
She found her pace quicken, her heartbeat growing to match it, as soon she was in a full sprint, desperation filling her. A need to find the source of that magnificent odor. Time slowed for Anilith, as the tension melted away, every fibre of her being cried out for the need. She found it, sitting upon a throne of stone, surrounded by beasts and men of every variety imaginable the red witch: Naira Aylen. They worshipped her silently as a goddess, and Anilith discovered the scent she so deeply craved, Naira sat her legs spread, one hand gently rubbing the lips of her vulva. The heady scent was the wtich's own.
Anilith shivered as her pace slowed to a crawl, or so she thought. Anilith had dropped to her hands and knees and was quite literally crawling to the witch. Only stopping once she felt the heel of a boot against her forehead. Her eyes were wet with tears she held back looking up to the imposing woman. "Please..." Anilith muttered, her head dropping to the ground.
Anilith stared at the wet stone beneath her for how long she did not know. Seconds, or years passed, time did not matter, all that mattered was the witch. Yet Anilith could not bear herself to look at the woman before her. She felt a yank on the back of her head, with her own deep amber eyes staring into the emerald pools of Naira's own. Lips pressed against own, as her eyes fluttered she went limp in the arms of the powerful woman before her. Anilith could be crushed like an insect but instead she was being cradled, kissed... loved?
The witch released Anilith, as she slumped to the floor, kneeling before her in an almost praying manner, her arms lacked the strength to move as the witch produced a potion from her dress. A clear crystal vial filled with pink liquid that bubbled with deep crimson hearts. The witch forced the brew to Anilith's lips and tilted it upwards, her other hand massaging Anilith's throat to ensure that the liquid passed down smoothly. As the last drop of liquid left the flask the witch smiled, and placed a kiss on Anilith's forehead.
And it was with that kiss that Anilith shuddered, and screamed. Her toes curling, her back arching, her body filled with electricity as she came: Hard. She gasped for air but could not find it, she moaned the witch's name but only gurgles escaped her, her body slumped against the ground, her ass in the air, hard nipples scraping against cold stone, her juices leaking down her thighs, drool falling from the corner of her lips, her hair matting against the damp cool stone. Anilith thought she had been poisoned, this would be how she died. So cruel, to die in pure bliss.
Anilith eventually felt her senses return to her, as she looked upwards she saw the witch standing over her, her toned thighs guarding the gushing treasure Ani so dearly needed. It was then that Anilith first heard her desire, her need speak. "Do you grow tired of this game? Do you wish to devote yourself to me as so many others have? I do not care for them." She dryly states, as she pulls a card from her dress and tosses it at a man, slitting his throat. "But." She circles around Anilith, bending over, and resting her hands on Anilith's upturned ass. "I care for you sweetie." She smirks, a playful note in her voice.
Anilith groaned, her toes curling in pleasure and pain as she looked back at the witch fire burning within her amber eyes, of anger or lust she herself did not know. She stood on shaky legs only to have a hand reach out and cup her groin, a soft warm palm rubbing against her clit as Ani stumbled forward, her head resting against the breasts of the witch. Her body shuddering, as she nearly fell again only supported by the witch's strong arms. She felt her head lifted upwards, as the witch's lips once again pushed against Ani's as orgasm racked her for the second time. The witch did not relent, her tongue forcing its way within Ani as she shuddered, and shook, her body unconsciously moving closer to the witch, her arms wrapping around her in an embrace as her hips humped against the witch's hand all on their own.
As the high of orgasm faded Anilith could not pull away, the witch held her tight, the kiss still ongoing, a large red hand firmly grasping the back of her head, and a handful of her left ass cheek. ~Mmmf~ is all Anilith can muster as she kisses back, her hands moving to the face of the witch stroking her cheeks. Finally, the witch pulled Ani away both gasping for air, the crimson skinned duo blushing brighter than ever.
The witch pulled at Anilith's trousers removing them, and yanked at her panties ripping them from Anilith's form with the sting of tearing cloth. The witch guided Anilith onto her back, the cold, hard stone seeming surprisingly soft and warm to her burning flesh. The witch lowered herself along Anilith's body, kissing at her clothed breasts, then down her abdomen, until she nearly reached Anilith's dripping honeypot. Then her course diverted, nipping along Anilith's left thigh, down to her ankle before kissing her way back up, then repeating the same on her right side. Halfway down Anilith groaned in frustration as she clawed at the stone. "Hurry up!" She cried, desperation filling her voice.
"And do what?" The witch asked, her tongue dancin across her lips as she looked up at Anilith. Knowing what the answer would be, but wanting to hear it from Anilith's own lips.
"Fuck me... please. Please Naira fuck me." Anilith sighed, a weight she never knew was tehre lifted from her chest as every breath came so easily. She felt... peace she had not since the early days of her childhood. The peace was not long lasting as a swirl of a long tongue around her clit sent Anilith into a shivering spasm. The tongue was not alone, a single long digit gently probed at Anilith's dripping wetness, with agonizing slowness she pushed forward, hitting a spot Anilith was not certain had ever been within her before.
Long slow licks assaulted Anilith's clit as the finger was soon joined by a second. Anilith's hands abandoning the stone and grabbing at the witch's head, her hips humping desperate for the feeling of more. The witch raised her head, those emerald eyes silently commanding Ani to remove her hands, and she complied, abandoning the witch's raven locks, and returning to the oddly comfortable stone. The humping of her hips ceased as she realized who was in control. She would feel what the witch wanted her to, when the witch wanted her to, or she would feel nothing. Still, she could not help an impatient squirming as the witch chuckled.
"Roll over my favorite bitch. On your hands and knees for me." Naira commanded. Anilith found strength that had long since abandoned her as she jolted into the instructed position, her knees quivering in anticipation. She felt one of those powerful fingers rubbing against her pleasure buzzer, her body shuddering under the witch's touch. Yet when the witch's tongue parted the lower lips of Anilith's pussy she discovered the shuddering was only a prelude as her body convulsed, head dropping, ass rising even higher, as the witch forced her face into Ani's quivering pussy.
Her tongue delved deeper into Ani than any had before, reaching parts that no woman or man had ever reached, the witch moaning into Anilith, the vibrations driving the woman wild with lust. How long Anilith was enraptured by Naira's tongue she did not know, but the world could end with the witch's great muscle digging into Ani's body, giving her pleasure that no mortal could ever give another.
Anilith felt so empty as Naira removed her tongue, standing up, and grabbing Anilith by the hair, lifting her head up, as her hips pushed against Ani's own. "Promise to be mine, and you have my heart, my love, my everything. No others, only me Anilith." Naira's voice was calm but commanding once more, Anilith could refuse... but why? This... this wasn't what she came here for, but it is what she wants, needs.
Despite this, she felt her lips seal tight. 'I am the wind... the wind doesn't belong to one person...' Anilith felt those powerful hands, and a bulge from the witch's crotch, slowly probing at her own entrance. "I... I am yours. I am your bitch, your lover, your heart, your everything. No one else's only you Naira." She sighed, biting her bottom lip, as she felt a thrust of the witch's hips flesh entering Ani, filling her.
"Good... girl." Naira said between grunts as she humped into Ani, moving her hand from Ani's hair to throat, squeezing it tightly. "When I cum within you that is it." Naira pants, moving closer to Ani's ear, before whispering into it. "Tell me Anilith. Tell me to make you mine."
Anilith moaned at the sensation of hot breath upon her ear, and gulped at the sensation of of the hand on her throat. "I am yours, make it true, make it permanent. Forever I will be yours, and you mine mi corazon." Anilith shouted, looking to the sky above her... the sky? She pondered for a moment before her thoughts were robbed from her. A gush of fluid from the witch swelling her. One pulse, two.. three... six... After six Ani stops counting enjoying the pleasure she feels within her. After several minutes of closeness the witch pulls out of Anilith with a pop, liquid leaking down her thighs.
The witch let go of Ani's head, but she managed to hold it up. The witch circled around Anilith, her dress raised, sopping pussy revealed to Anilith. A light hand on Ani's head wasll all the encouragement needed by Ani to dive into that which she so deeply needed. That heady scent once again filling her senses, as she dove into the wet sweetness of the witch. Tangy, salty, sweet, it was a myriad of flavors that no fruit could ever hope to compare with. No woman had tasted this way, no man could compare.
Minutes of bathing the witch's pussy passed by far too quickly as the duo lay upon the bed looking at the star filled sky. Anilith massaged the body of the witch, as an arm pulled her possessively close, lips resting on Ani's forehead. "I love you Anilith, I care for you." The witch murmured.
"I love you Naira, I will be here with you forever..." Ani said snuggling into the larger woman's form.
That very infatuation had led her here, to this cave miles away of anywhere she had ever been. "Okay Ani, you can do this, just walk inside, tell her to undo this infatuation, and... and.. Don't think think about her body or the things it could do to you.." Anilith shook her head after a moment, a string of drool running from the corner of her mouth. "Maldita bruja. Liberar mi mente" Anilith cursed, continuing to shake her head, wiping the images from her mind, as her breathing steadied.
Anilith's left foot was the first part of her to move in what felt like an eternity, but she knew it could not have been more than a minute. Her throat drying with each step, but her nethers moistened despite her own attempts to control her body. A quiet 'mierda' being spoken under her breath, as her forked tongue ran itself over her lips. Her stomach tied in knots, her head spinning, she needed to be free, like the wind.
The cave was dark, but her infernal eyes cared little for darkness; peering through the veil. The gray stone walls lined with water that ran down from above, leaving them soaking wet to the touch, continual 'drip' noises could be heard from all around her drowning out any other sounds save from those within her own body. The further in Anilith walked, the more wetness seeped from the cave around her, soaking through to the floor, leaving it slippery. Her own blouse becoming translucent as the waters dripped onto it from above.
She flexed the four fingers of her left hand, covered in the black glove. A gift from the ogre 'Oggy' meant to protect her. She pressed the glove against herself, and felt the magics pass through it, and into herself. "I won't be charmed by her, I won't be controlled by her." Anilith stated quietly, in confirmation to herself. She suddenly felt her dry mouth begin to water, as her nose came under assault by a pleasant, heady odor. Anilith did not know exactly what it was, but she wanted... no, she needed it.
She found her pace quicken, her heartbeat growing to match it, as soon she was in a full sprint, desperation filling her. A need to find the source of that magnificent odor. Time slowed for Anilith, as the tension melted away, every fibre of her being cried out for the need. She found it, sitting upon a throne of stone, surrounded by beasts and men of every variety imaginable the red witch: Naira Aylen. They worshipped her silently as a goddess, and Anilith discovered the scent she so deeply craved, Naira sat her legs spread, one hand gently rubbing the lips of her vulva. The heady scent was the wtich's own.
Anilith shivered as her pace slowed to a crawl, or so she thought. Anilith had dropped to her hands and knees and was quite literally crawling to the witch. Only stopping once she felt the heel of a boot against her forehead. Her eyes were wet with tears she held back looking up to the imposing woman. "Please..." Anilith muttered, her head dropping to the ground.
Anilith stared at the wet stone beneath her for how long she did not know. Seconds, or years passed, time did not matter, all that mattered was the witch. Yet Anilith could not bear herself to look at the woman before her. She felt a yank on the back of her head, with her own deep amber eyes staring into the emerald pools of Naira's own. Lips pressed against own, as her eyes fluttered she went limp in the arms of the powerful woman before her. Anilith could be crushed like an insect but instead she was being cradled, kissed... loved?
The witch released Anilith, as she slumped to the floor, kneeling before her in an almost praying manner, her arms lacked the strength to move as the witch produced a potion from her dress. A clear crystal vial filled with pink liquid that bubbled with deep crimson hearts. The witch forced the brew to Anilith's lips and tilted it upwards, her other hand massaging Anilith's throat to ensure that the liquid passed down smoothly. As the last drop of liquid left the flask the witch smiled, and placed a kiss on Anilith's forehead.
And it was with that kiss that Anilith shuddered, and screamed. Her toes curling, her back arching, her body filled with electricity as she came: Hard. She gasped for air but could not find it, she moaned the witch's name but only gurgles escaped her, her body slumped against the ground, her ass in the air, hard nipples scraping against cold stone, her juices leaking down her thighs, drool falling from the corner of her lips, her hair matting against the damp cool stone. Anilith thought she had been poisoned, this would be how she died. So cruel, to die in pure bliss.
Anilith eventually felt her senses return to her, as she looked upwards she saw the witch standing over her, her toned thighs guarding the gushing treasure Ani so dearly needed. It was then that Anilith first heard her desire, her need speak. "Do you grow tired of this game? Do you wish to devote yourself to me as so many others have? I do not care for them." She dryly states, as she pulls a card from her dress and tosses it at a man, slitting his throat. "But." She circles around Anilith, bending over, and resting her hands on Anilith's upturned ass. "I care for you sweetie." She smirks, a playful note in her voice.
Anilith groaned, her toes curling in pleasure and pain as she looked back at the witch fire burning within her amber eyes, of anger or lust she herself did not know. She stood on shaky legs only to have a hand reach out and cup her groin, a soft warm palm rubbing against her clit as Ani stumbled forward, her head resting against the breasts of the witch. Her body shuddering, as she nearly fell again only supported by the witch's strong arms. She felt her head lifted upwards, as the witch's lips once again pushed against Ani's as orgasm racked her for the second time. The witch did not relent, her tongue forcing its way within Ani as she shuddered, and shook, her body unconsciously moving closer to the witch, her arms wrapping around her in an embrace as her hips humped against the witch's hand all on their own.
As the high of orgasm faded Anilith could not pull away, the witch held her tight, the kiss still ongoing, a large red hand firmly grasping the back of her head, and a handful of her left ass cheek. ~Mmmf~ is all Anilith can muster as she kisses back, her hands moving to the face of the witch stroking her cheeks. Finally, the witch pulled Ani away both gasping for air, the crimson skinned duo blushing brighter than ever.
The witch pulled at Anilith's trousers removing them, and yanked at her panties ripping them from Anilith's form with the sting of tearing cloth. The witch guided Anilith onto her back, the cold, hard stone seeming surprisingly soft and warm to her burning flesh. The witch lowered herself along Anilith's body, kissing at her clothed breasts, then down her abdomen, until she nearly reached Anilith's dripping honeypot. Then her course diverted, nipping along Anilith's left thigh, down to her ankle before kissing her way back up, then repeating the same on her right side. Halfway down Anilith groaned in frustration as she clawed at the stone. "Hurry up!" She cried, desperation filling her voice.
"And do what?" The witch asked, her tongue dancin across her lips as she looked up at Anilith. Knowing what the answer would be, but wanting to hear it from Anilith's own lips.
"Fuck me... please. Please Naira fuck me." Anilith sighed, a weight she never knew was tehre lifted from her chest as every breath came so easily. She felt... peace she had not since the early days of her childhood. The peace was not long lasting as a swirl of a long tongue around her clit sent Anilith into a shivering spasm. The tongue was not alone, a single long digit gently probed at Anilith's dripping wetness, with agonizing slowness she pushed forward, hitting a spot Anilith was not certain had ever been within her before.
Long slow licks assaulted Anilith's clit as the finger was soon joined by a second. Anilith's hands abandoning the stone and grabbing at the witch's head, her hips humping desperate for the feeling of more. The witch raised her head, those emerald eyes silently commanding Ani to remove her hands, and she complied, abandoning the witch's raven locks, and returning to the oddly comfortable stone. The humping of her hips ceased as she realized who was in control. She would feel what the witch wanted her to, when the witch wanted her to, or she would feel nothing. Still, she could not help an impatient squirming as the witch chuckled.
"Roll over my favorite bitch. On your hands and knees for me." Naira commanded. Anilith found strength that had long since abandoned her as she jolted into the instructed position, her knees quivering in anticipation. She felt one of those powerful fingers rubbing against her pleasure buzzer, her body shuddering under the witch's touch. Yet when the witch's tongue parted the lower lips of Anilith's pussy she discovered the shuddering was only a prelude as her body convulsed, head dropping, ass rising even higher, as the witch forced her face into Ani's quivering pussy.
Her tongue delved deeper into Ani than any had before, reaching parts that no woman or man had ever reached, the witch moaning into Anilith, the vibrations driving the woman wild with lust. How long Anilith was enraptured by Naira's tongue she did not know, but the world could end with the witch's great muscle digging into Ani's body, giving her pleasure that no mortal could ever give another.
Anilith felt so empty as Naira removed her tongue, standing up, and grabbing Anilith by the hair, lifting her head up, as her hips pushed against Ani's own. "Promise to be mine, and you have my heart, my love, my everything. No others, only me Anilith." Naira's voice was calm but commanding once more, Anilith could refuse... but why? This... this wasn't what she came here for, but it is what she wants, needs.
Despite this, she felt her lips seal tight. 'I am the wind... the wind doesn't belong to one person...' Anilith felt those powerful hands, and a bulge from the witch's crotch, slowly probing at her own entrance. "I... I am yours. I am your bitch, your lover, your heart, your everything. No one else's only you Naira." She sighed, biting her bottom lip, as she felt a thrust of the witch's hips flesh entering Ani, filling her.
"Good... girl." Naira said between grunts as she humped into Ani, moving her hand from Ani's hair to throat, squeezing it tightly. "When I cum within you that is it." Naira pants, moving closer to Ani's ear, before whispering into it. "Tell me Anilith. Tell me to make you mine."
Anilith moaned at the sensation of hot breath upon her ear, and gulped at the sensation of of the hand on her throat. "I am yours, make it true, make it permanent. Forever I will be yours, and you mine mi corazon." Anilith shouted, looking to the sky above her... the sky? She pondered for a moment before her thoughts were robbed from her. A gush of fluid from the witch swelling her. One pulse, two.. three... six... After six Ani stops counting enjoying the pleasure she feels within her. After several minutes of closeness the witch pulls out of Anilith with a pop, liquid leaking down her thighs.
The witch let go of Ani's head, but she managed to hold it up. The witch circled around Anilith, her dress raised, sopping pussy revealed to Anilith. A light hand on Ani's head wasll all the encouragement needed by Ani to dive into that which she so deeply needed. That heady scent once again filling her senses, as she dove into the wet sweetness of the witch. Tangy, salty, sweet, it was a myriad of flavors that no fruit could ever hope to compare with. No woman had tasted this way, no man could compare.
Minutes of bathing the witch's pussy passed by far too quickly as the duo lay upon the bed looking at the star filled sky. Anilith massaged the body of the witch, as an arm pulled her possessively close, lips resting on Ani's forehead. "I love you Anilith, I care for you." The witch murmured.
"I love you Naira, I will be here with you forever..." Ani said snuggling into the larger woman's form.