Thunder cracked its fiery whip against the verdant landscape of the Orelas Valley as Elizabeth descended inside the cavernous gash of the cave mouth. Rain pelted her luscious figure as though it were a desperate admirer, plastering her silk burgundy dress against her body as she escaped its smothering embrace and conjured a bright green flame to illuminate her path. She shivered as she descended down the narrow passageway holding her flame close to her body to keep warm, rain dripping down her body while her shadow lurked behind her as it lewdly watched her curves jiggling in all the right places from her hurried strut.
Even at a crucial moment like this, Elizabeth paused to vainly admire her outrageous curves in her finest dress as her breasts bounced excitedly in her dress, those large jiggling melons protruding proudly from her chest as they strained against the soft burgundy cloth plastered to them. Much to the envy of the other witches in her coven, Elizabeth possessed a body built to seduce, fuck, and breed but only entertained the idea of the first two. Her huge gravity-defying tits were only matched with the jaw-dropping splendor of her bubbly ass as her dress clung possessively against her rain drenched rear, jiggling erotically as she strutted her way magnificently into the small cave room and set her leather pack on top of an old table.
With her conjured flame in hand, Elizabeth finally addressed the task of drying her exquisite dress. Her gloved hands glowed a sickly green as her flame expanded, directed by the outward motion of her digits as it gradually encompassed her body and disappeared. she let out a happy sigh as her dress swiftly dried, her nipples poking against the soft fabric as she straightened out her long black hair permeating the dampness of the cave with the soft scent of lavender. It was then, with her comfort finally attended to, that Elizabeth turned her classically beautiful face towards the monument of many months of research and work.
Stalagmites stood like silent guards protecting the magical glyphs etched into the stone floor with chalk, their malevolent forms spread out into a perfect circle punctuated with the jagged slashes of a demonic symbol painted in a deep red. Candles burnt low atop the slim obsidian candleholders spaced evenly around the pentacle as smoke from spicy incense lazily hung in the damp air awaiting her approval. Elizabeth replaced those melted stubs, their successors dimly lighting the cave as she methodically set to work digging into her pack and producing an old leather-bound tome.
Elizabeth couldn't help but let out a smug smile as she flipped to the bookmarked page and referred to the cracked parchment as she moved between the two stalagmites. Her fiercely intelligent green eyes glinted with a untamable hunger at the neatly organized vertical runes glittering the page with their promise of arcane supremacy. she cradled the book in her dainty hands, holding it with the devotion of a lover as she read the runes one more time before setting it back down upon the table. she gazed fondly at it, a forlorn product of the many months of searching and travelling to possess it.
Satisfied with her reading, she strutted reverently around the pentacle, her ample breasts bouncing in her burgundy corset with each excited step as she basked in the exhilaration of her handiwork. She smiled cruelly and turned her green eyes downward at the heretical perfection before her, the herald of the mark she was about to leave upon the world and those who scorned her. She then got down on her hands and knees, an uncommon position for her prideful personality, her ass squishing lewdly against her ankles clad in ornate silk stockings as her plush lips parted; the focus of so many admiring glances that perversely wondered what it would feel like to have her painted dick-wrappers plunging to the base of their shaft or pleasing their clits.
Elizabeth then began to breath deeply, her chest swelling with each inhale as she prepared herself mentally for the spell she was about to cast. She began by emitting a low sonorous chant that dripped with a malice as she hatefully spat the foul demonic incantation at the demonic centerpiece. Her voice became an otherworldly chant as a magical wind whipped around her raven hair whipped about her head as the fierce wind carried a warning that sought to deter her but nothing would stop her now.
Her ambitious quest reached its crescendo of whipping winds and pulsating glyphs as her pentacle glowed with an eldritch crimson light, a thick oily smoke billowing from the perimeter of her blasphemous summoning circle. Her voice took on a lustful sigh, a power-hungry plea to the malevolent gods that ruled their hordes in the earth below to heed her call, her offers carried on the smoke laden winds that wiped the sweat away from her large chest and fled the cave through the narrow passage.
It was then that her work finally reached its conclusion as a violet eldritch force suddenly burst against the ceiling of the cave, puncturing through the stone and seeking freedom in the storm raging outside. Smoke fled from the pentacle, escaping through the hole in the room as Elizabeth climbed to her feet, the force of the blast knocking her unceremoniously on her enticing ass. She regained her composure while she excitedly waited for the oily smoke to clear to reveal the demoness she had summoned.
She stood a head taller than Elizabeth, her nude silver-grey skin glistening wetly in the rain pouring from the newly created skylight. Her black painted lips, high cheekbones, and flawless complexion gave her an exotic and otherworldly appeal that Elizabeth found herself subtly attracted to. Her breasts were even bigger than Elizabeth's, defying gravity as they swelled proudly from her chest and jiggled as she surveyed the cave, but what was the most off-putting to Elizabeth was the fact that the demoness sported a thick massive cock!
Elizabeth gazed down at the silver-grey flaccid cock, flopping like an enormous albino whale against her toned thigh as the demoness grew harder at the sight of Elizabeth. Elizabeth found herself unable to pull her eyes away from the intricately tattooed swirls and runes that adorned the silver-gray foot-long cock as it pulsated and quivered with a life of its own; The wide shaft leaked a yellowish goo down its massive length and squished against her massive apple-sized ball sack. the demoness licked her painted black lips as she stared back at Elizabeth's luscious figure, her black hair billowing like a malevolent curtain around her as the wind poured from the skylight.
Faint moonlight emanated from the skylight, draping her lewd body in its milky embrace, perverted beams sliding over her outrageously fuckable body in all its unholy splendor as she turned, stretched, and gazed up at the night sky. The intricate circular tattoos on her back rippled and briefly glowed violet as she tested the strength of the binding the pentacle had over her, feigning boredom as she gently bit her bottom lip and subtly spewed a translucent cloud of her rich pheromones into the damp air of the cave.
Elizabeth continued to stare at the pulsating shaft, the seemingly hypnotic swirls and runes blotted out all other distractions as a lewd hunger bloomed in her chest. Before she knew it, she found herself on her knees, salivating at the thought of pressing her face against the hardened and breathing in her scent before she plunged every inch down her throat and gulped down every...
It seems you like what you see..
Elizabeth looked up at the demoness, whose sensual voice in her head broke her out of her blatant display of ball gazing, and uncharacteristically blushed. Elizabeth swallowed audibly, standing up to regain her composure and taking great pains to avoid being entranced by the pulsating mass of thick girlmeat swaying between those generous thighs. She gazed upwards at the demoness's face, seeing her paint lips stretch into a knowing smirk as she coyly winked at Elizabeth.
"I've never summoned...such a beautiful creature like you that had something...l-like that, " Elizabeth stammered out, inwardly ridiculing herself for her lack of a dignified response. Whether Elizabeth knew it or not, the inexorable tide of pheromones reeking from that bobbing girlmeat were beginning to take its toll on her.
