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
Ethel looks frazzled and her hair is sticking up in all directions like she's just gone through a whirlwind. Some traces of cum adorn her ravished black hair and her elegant tattoo. “I—” she says, panting slightly. “I regret putting that curse on Sasha…”I nod and say in an understanding tone, “That’s good.”Ethel lets out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging. “Thank goodness. I don't know what I can do now. All I know is that I want more... I need more...”I nod sympathetically, my mind flashing back to when Sasha was under the curse's spell. It wasn't a pleasant experience for anyone involved.“I know you're desperate for more, Ethel,” I say, my voice gentle. “But until I'm sure the curse is gone, I can't fuck you how you'd want to be fucked.”We both want to have a hot night with no consequences and to thoroughly enjoy what the other has to offer. There’s nothing wrong with that, just not yet. I place a hand on her shoulder, offering a small smile. “It's alright, Ethel. We all
Bree and I walk through the dense forest, our steps crunching on the thick layer of fallen leaves. The trees loom over us like ancient sentinels, their branches creating a dark, eerie canopy that seems to swallow up all sound. "You know, some people think Zhenaria is dangerous," Bree says, breaking the silence. "That there are monsters and bandits roaming the forests. But most of the people there haven't been to other kingdoms to see that it's the same pretty much everywhere you go." I nod, wondering if she’s trying to tell me something more or just to continue making idle conversation. As we continue down the winding path, a feeling of unease creeps over me, mostly because of the silence. The forest isn't empty. It's full of animals that live here, hidden from the view of humans. They are quiet because they can sense when someone intrudes upon their domain. Suddenly, there’s a rustling in the bushes. Bree stops in her tracks, and I follow suit. Before we know it, a group of men—
The atmosphere is charged with tension as we gather around. The bandit leader stands stoically at the makeshift line, gripping his knife with a fierce intensity. Bree takes her position next to him, deftly twirling her daggers with effortless grace as she waits her turn. I find myself looking around at the faces of the others as they watch the contest. It occurs to me how different life is here compared to my world. Firstly, there are magical and supernatural elements present in this world, things like the existence of spells and enchanted objects, magical creatures, and different realms or dimensions. Secondly, the level of technology and infrastructure in this world, it’s somewhat different from my world. There still exist towns and villages, but they aren’t equipped with the same level of modern amenities and conveniences that I once took for granted, such as electricity and running water. Using candles and lanterns, and making do with a bucket of water for the restroom can be a