Chapter 2 - Baby Fever.
Luke was the first to awaken.
He found himself surprisingly comfortable swathed in drenched scarlet sheets. His lady of the night was still sleeping with him, bathing him in a nest of silvery hair, with her leg thrown over his crotch protectively, as if she could mask the girth swinging down below.
Careful so as not to wake her, he glanced around the room and inspected it for clues as to where he might be.
The scarlet sheets underneath them filled out the top of a double king size mattress on a four poster bed. One of the sides faced a beaded curtain draped from a pole extending from two posters of the massive bed. Presumably that leads to the rest of the room outside. But the other walls were also interesting.
On his left was a big cozy bookshelf extending to the ceiling, filled with provocative titles such as The Sorceresses Cumpanion, Advanced Pheremonology, and Encyclopedia Erotica Volumes 1 through 69.
On His right was a collection of alchemical instruments, arranged orderly on shelves, and an apothecary kit, consisting of many strange herbs, spices, and phallic mushrooms.
Speaking of the devil, the back wall was arrayed with a variety of toys. Sex toys. Vibrators, Dildos, Ropes, Chains, Masks, and more.
And to complete the freaky package, the ceiling above the four poster bed was covered from wall to wall in a vast mirror, reflecting the
Red bedsheets stretched out over the wide mattress below, reflecting back down on the couple. Behind their tangled bodies, he could make out a vast mandala embroidered in the bedsheets, a ring of golden runes around a pentagram centering on them. And most curious of all, was the ring of candles, floating above the mattress as if there was an invisible chandelier extending down from the mirrored ceiling.
The boy wondered how burning wax did not drip down on them.
Luke stared up at their reflections on the ceiling and marveled at the beauty of the creature he had just fucked senseless not long ago. Her shroud shredded into tatters by their lovemaking, her hat spilled over onto its side on the bed next to them, and her wild silver hair smelling of vanilla.
The serene being splayed out over his body quickened his heart and pumped precious blood down into his cock. He could not help but reach for her, tenderly stroking the locks of her hair. As a wisp of hair drifted over her sweet button nose and long sensuous eye lashes, she began to stir.
"Hhhmmmmmmm" She murmured sweetly.
She cuddled up closer to him, mashing her jugs over the right side of his torso and squirting milk onto his arm, swiveling her generous behind and tightening her left leg's hold on his cock.
"Oooohhh Daddy... break my little pussy..." She whispered half-asleep, smiling giddily and nuzzling her cute button nose deeper into his chest. Her snatch loosing a steady river of girlcum over his crotch and thighs.
A moment of worry struck the boy as he wondered who she was dreaming off.
"...luke..." She whispered
Bu-Bump! Went the boy's heart, as his length grew a few inches
"...Luke..." She pleaded
Bu-Bump! Went the boy's heart again, as his girth hardened to iron.
"....oh Luke it's true... everything is true..." Her body shifted so she was lying face down into his chest and his cock slid into the gap between her shapely black legs
BU-BUMP! Went his heart a third time, as blood rushed to his lower parts and his cock snapped erect upwards like a flagpole, and SMACK! smacked her generous behind, crying out his surrender to the voluptuous witch's curves.
Her stunning blue eyes framed by black lashes fluttered open groggily. Then a cloud of brief lusty confusion fogged her eyes, as she felt the root of the boy's steaming hot monster cock press up and into her clit. And up through between her split labia, up past her grundle, and far out past the globes of her thick ass.
"Your holiness." She wriggled her sloppy dripping pussy all over the base of his rod. "The Tome was true. You're magnificent!"
"Who Are You?" Hot precum began to well up his cock.
