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.
