While I watch Bree walk away, System’s voice buzzes once again inside my head.[This is the perfect moment to update you about your stats]Is it though?[Here are the updated stats for user David Mcconnell]Women fucked: 2Women satisfied: 2Blowjobs received: 5 Blowjobs given: 3 Orgasms inflicted: 10 (+2)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 5 (+1)[One active side task still in progress: Fuck Sasha][Main Task: Become the king of Zhenaria]I’d prefer to have my old stats back, but it is what it is I guess. I walk back inside the cabin and find Ethel laying in bed in a seductive pose. She changed her clothes, now wearing a silky red nightgown that barely covers her curves. The sight before me nearly takes my breath away. The red lace lingerie she's wearing is enough to make any man weak. She's propped up on her elbows, her long hair cascading around her shoulders like a dark waterfall. Ethel's gaze meets mine, and a sly smile spreads across her
Ethel’s weight delightfully presses against my erection, which painfully grows by the second. “Something here pokes at my butt cheek.” With a sly grin, she slithers a hand inside my pants. “I have to see what’s bothering me.”The witch’s innocent excuse earns a chuckle from me, followed by a groan of pleasure as her finger traces the outline of my hardness. Her fingers stroke up and down my shaft, causing my hips to buck involuntarily, almost forcing my cock from her grip. Her fingertips slide over the tip, rubbing sensuously against it. Ethel moans. "Oh my, this is much bigger than I expected."My cock twitches from the excitement of hearing those words. But I won't allow myself to lose control; not yet. With a smirk, I reply, "It's not fully up yet. I thought you'd seen my cock before with your bird."“He watched you and your friend from a distance. I couldn’t make out much about your length.” I pull my head back to look at her, my lust overwhelming my common sense. “Do I measu
I can’t even remember when was the last time I had a sixty-nine; it was probably a while ago. The sensation is so overwhelming, I can barely think straight. My hands grasp her hair tightly, tugging her head downward. Ethel goes into a frenzy, keeping pace with my thrusts as my cock slides between her lips. The heat and wetness of her mouth are to die for. Her tongue is like a velvet ribbon that glides over my shaft even at this increased speed. It's so intense, I grow dizzy and wonder if I'm going to cum before I can even enjoy it. If I do, I'll have a boatload of semen to gorge down her throat. Maybe I’m just getting carried away… It feels like I’m forgetting something important…With a lot of effort, I manage to clear my mind and concentrate on my doubts. What if I please Ethel and she still won’t help me with Sasha’s curse no matter how I perform? I try to slow down, but Ethel keeps up with me, bobbing her head vigorously on my length. She is so insatiable, I can hardly contai
I head back inside the cabin, hoping to find something to distract the witch for a while. I need to find a way to make Ethel regret what she's done to Sasha, and the iron nails might just be the key to doing it. Those, or my belt buckle. I told Bree to wait outside and make it seem like she’s leaving. When she’s far enough away, she’ll count to ten and then come back. While I mess around with the witch as a distraction, Bree sneaks around and collects the nails. My mission is to keep Ethel occupied for a while so Bree can pass unobserved. But what should I do about the raven? Pocketing the nails inside my pants, I take a deep breath and enter the cabin. I glance at Corvus, who is still perched on his wooden slab. The bird is indeed lurking around, eyeing every inch of the house and out the window, but nothing more than that. Maybe I can distract him somehow. But when I step closer to the bird, Corvus flies off the slab and lands on a nearby table. Its eyes follow me as it cocks it
Totally powerless and under my control, the almighty witch Ethel sits on the floor, her back pressed against a wooden beam. Wrapped around the beam, my belt holds her hands together, the iron buckle touching her wrists. A few nails are protruding from the wood, sticking out around her hands. I’ve placed them in such a way as to not harm her, just to touch her enough to make sure she doesn't move. I have to admit, I don't feel like the greatest person right now. I've never liked mistreating women, no matter the circumstances. But Ethel is a perfect example of why exceptions exist. She looks small and vulnerable, but also intensely sensual. She's trembling slightly, and her lips are pursed, trying to show us her indignation. Her nightgown is ripped open over her chest, exposing her pale, soft tits. The red outline dotting her tattoos seems to sparkle brightly under the candlelight. Her legs are parted, no shyness in letting us see her cunt through the red lace. I take a step toward
Bree strides over to Ethel, her bare feet padding softly against the ground. Ethel’s eyes widen as she gazes up. Bree towers over her, looking down at her silently. The witch stares back, her lips pursed tightly. She's silent for a moment, then exhales sharply.I grin, pleased that my plan is working. I can see it on Ethel's face. She can't help but stare back in fascination, her gaze flickering over Bree's toned naked body. The two women remain there motionless for what feels like an eternity, taking in every inch of each other's curves with rapt attention. The desire in their eyes sizzles, igniting the air with almost palpable tension. There's something predatory in their stares, and I like that. Ethel shifts slightly on the floor, hands still bound to the wooden beam. As I watch them, I can feel jealousy bubbling up inside me. I want to be a part of the game, to share in the excitement. Instead, I feel like a bystander, watching from the sidelines while the action plays out in
Now slick with Bree’s saliva, my index finger circles around her back hole, going deeper with each slow motion. I tease and prod the rim of her muscled ring until it gives in and starts opening for me.Soon, the entrance is loose enough to receive a second finger. I spit right on the target, lubricating around the hole so I can prod deeper and faster. She cries out as I work her anus with my fingers. I love watching her expressions change as her insides stretch to accommodate my invading digits. When the witch releases her hold over my balls, I start thrusting in and out of Bree while still fingering her ass. I work both holes the same way; I go deep and slowly come out almost completely before shoving inside hard and fast. In response, Bree arches her back, slamming her ass back against my hips. Her hands grip tightly to the wood, shuddering with ecstasy."More," Bree whispers. "More."I don’t accommodate her pleas and keep at it until I see the muscles of her back begin to tense.
As my arousal mounts once again, I can feel the urge to fuck Ethel too. But if I do that, I’d be ruining everything I did tonight. Bree will have to take care of me again…I charge toward the wooden beam where the two women are still kissing passionately. Even if my lucid mind screams to have Bree up on her feet to serve me once more, my hands have other ideas: playing with those bountiful tits.One hand cupping one of Ethel’s and the other one of Bree’s, a new thought takes over. I can bring the two women together, and I can have a tit fuck; not with two boobs, but with four…As the image vividly appears before my eyes— because yes, I have a very good imagination— my hardening cock gives me a nudge that’s saying something along the lines, “Go hard! Cum fast! I’m almost ready to go again...”And I didn’t even take a Potion of Endless Fucking…[You can do it, daddy!]With System somehow turning into my personal coach and cheerleader, I begrudgingly stand up and let go of the enticing b