Eralin, borne aloft before them by the erotic wind, was seized by an apparent orgasm before she could continue. The wind pumped her pussy vigorously and tendrils of it slithered up the underside of her robes, so that it appeared as though the wind were claiming her as its own.
The witch bucked and writhed and her moans were gargled and distorted by the wind, which had simultaneously forced its way into her mouth. The walls of her throat exhaled and inhaled so that it was clear the wind was fucking her there as well.
The wind ripped her clothes apart and her breasts, exposed to the world, were slick with the saliva that had escaped her mouth. They glistened in the forest's half-light.
Eralin's legs twitched, her toes curled, she let out one final wind-garbled cry, and then she floated in midair, panting. Her wetness dripped from her onto the ground, where it sizzled and foamed, letting off a sweet pink vapor that caused Jenny to yawn, stretch, and curl up with her head on Sarah's ample bosom before closing her eyes and drifting off.
Sarah had the presence of mind to shake Jenny, but not before the scent drifted into her own nostrils as well. She could feel it trickle down her throat and into her stomach and as she fell asleep herself, she could feel it pushing through to her intestines, as though its goal was to fill her up entirely.
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When Sarah awoke from her slumber, she found herself in a wide, well-lit room with large, stained-glass windows. She lay in a bed that would have taken up the better part of most rooms, but which in this seemed small in comparison to this one, and she was tied at the wrist by silk ribbons to the bedhead behind her. Her legs, likewise, were tied with silk to the bed's feet. Her clothes had been removed so that she was not only restrained, but also entirely exposed.
The air in the room was cooler than comfortable for someone without clothes, and her nipples therefore stood at attention.
She'd been tied so that she half sat on the bed, and could see both the door into the room, which was large and elegantly carved with gold filigree, and the little steps which led from the room proper up to her bed's small podium. Though it did not occur to her that she was in any way placed upon an altar, nor that the things which were planned for her might not be so nefarious as she'd imagined.
But, what could be expected of her? She had been drugged, tied to a bed without clothes, and (she realized with a startling clarity) Jenny was nowhere to be seen. Things seemed very bad. Yet, as she sat on the bed, awaiting whatever it was that was her fate, something happened within her.
It was as though the fumes which had knocked her out had been asleep themselves, and were now waking along with her. They curled in her stomach and made her feel almost full.
Sarah felt, at first, a warmth in her belly which spread slowly and insistently up into her chest. The warmth made her body tingle as though she were aroused, and so the erectness of her nipples from the cold was soon replaced by an erectness from the warmth. It felt as though someone were tickling her with a warm feather, and her skin tingled from it delightedly.
It tingled her breasts and her nipples strained against the air. Even looking directly forwards, her breasts were so large and her nipples were so erect, that Sarah could see them at the bottom of her vision. The warmth made her breasts tingle as well, though it was only now that Sarah could appreciate their true volume, in spite of having to tote them around day after day. All around her bosom, the tickling sensation spread, moving from there up her neck and around to her lips.
Only after it had travelled up to her face did it begin to spread out to her fingertips, and then so slowly to move downwards through her to her cock, pussy, ass. Sarah felt herself yearning for it to move faster, felt her cock harden in anticipation of it, the blood pumping into it again and again, despite its fullness, and sending it bouncing gently against her stomach with each heartbeat.
But, just as the warmth reached her womb, the door before her banged open with more of a crash than a creak, and Jenny burst through with her arms extended.
"Sarah," she cried, rushing up the altar steps towards her lover and then throwing her arms around Sarah's neck, "I'm so glad you're safe. When I woke up—oh! it was horrible, Sarah."
Jenny buried her face into Sarah's neck, her arms wrapped around Sarah's chest so that her hard nipples pressed into Jenny's arms, so that her breasts were squeezed by Jenny. Far from receding when Jenny entered, the warmth in Sarah's body continued on its way down to her pussy, her once-clit.
When Jenny pulled away, Sarah's eyes had become so glazed over with the erotic sensation that she needed to focus in order to make out what state Jenny was in.
And, the state seemed to be a pretty good one. Jenny had been cleaned up from their tumble, and her blonde hair fell in watery sheets from her head. She wore a tight-fitting, green dress that was supported around her tits to give even her small breasts the appearance of a grand cleavage, and which had a neckline suited for showing this off. It plunged down her throat, and stopped just above where her nipples would be exposed. The dress was cut in the Chinese style, so that when she walked her left leg was almost fully exposed, and so that her pussy was hidden by only the smallest slip of fabric. Though she wore no shoes, her toenails had been painted light-green to compliment both the dress and her eyes.
Only after noting all these things did the tingling warmth reach down to Sarah's pussy, which spasmed violently at its inclusion, expelling a small glob of white girl-cum onto the blankets.
Sarah gasped, and Jenny held her even closer, pressing their bodies together and squeezing their tits into one another.
Pulse after hot pulse assaulted Sarah's pussy, yet left her cock largely alone, and soon Sarah's legs enclosed a gloopy puddle of her arousal. The bedspread dampened around her. Meanwhile, Jenny rose from Sarah's side and bounced around the room, looking at the stained-glass figures and opening the windows to look down. Her ass, enclosed in the thin sheaf of her dress, bounced and bobbed as she walked, driving Sarah's already lust-addled mind crazy.
It occurred to Sarah, in a hazy sort of way, that she was still restrained to the bed, while Jenny was bouncing around the room. And that Jenny surely, should be helping to untie her from the bed. The heat, however, continued to roam about her, fighting her rational mind and making her ooze her girl-cum. Her cock twitched and begged for release, until it overwhelmed her and she fell asleep again.
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