Darkness Reborn

[kingofdapirates1]

Hey Everyone,

This is a sequel to a ‘Cold Chill’. An old story of mine. I posted part 1 like…years ago. Here it is again (slightly cleaned up), with part 2 added. Hope you enjoy.

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Darkness Reborn

“Come to us.” A distant voice breathed like the wind. “Feel the power inside your soul.” A different but equally alluring voice continued. “Power…sex! You will…JOIN US!” The voices blurred, and a horrifying scream filled her ears.

Evelynn Zafer woke with a gasp in her bed. She shot up and threw the sheets off her naked body. The red cloth was soaked with sweat as she tried to remember who and where she was. It took a second for her mind to focus, but slowly she came back to herself and rubbed her tender temples. “That dream again….” She huffed while she stretched out on the soft mattress and tried to clear her mind from the images that had plagued her. It was always the same; the voices of two women were calling out to her, demanding something, something she did not want to give. And it always ended the same, two pairs of glowing red eyes flashing in front of her and her body feeling like it was going to explode…into an orgasm. The lust and pleasure became unbearable as she writhed under the voices that rang in her ears in her sleep. Luckily, this time she hadn’t cum because washing the sheets for a third time this week would have just been far too much.

She took a big gulp of her water and then dug a good luck necklace out of her nightstand drawer. She hung it around her neck and toyed with it between her fingers, letting the soft wood it was carved from calm her. Then, against her better judgment, she checked her phone. “3:30 AM, damn it.” She sighed and threw it back down. Forcing her brown eyes closed, she slowly let sleep take her, but even with the necklace around her neck, the images of the eyes did not go away.

That next morning, she got up and began the same old routine. A few years after college, she had moved to a new city and restarted her life. With no living family, no friends, it hadn’t been a tough decision. Her last relative, her grandma, whom she had lived with prior, passed away a year ago. They had been close, and Eve fondly thought back to the nights by the fireplace together, listening to the old woman’s stories that had gotten her obsessed with the supernatural. Mainly, the topic of witches. Their history, their power, and their existence. Their world is hidden inside the many books and stories passed down through time. Her grandma had told her that she had witch’s blood in her veins, and that fact increased Eve’s passion about the topic. It had given her a purpose, and she dreamed of being able to unlock the dormant power she knew was inside her.

Over the course of her life, Eve collected endless artifacts and books, joined online groups, and even went to in-person witch gatherings. She would practice spells that never worked and perform rituals to no avail. Even though she had accepted a while back that she was a normal woman in a normal world, it didn’t stop her from exploring the idea of magic and dreaming.

But there was one object she possessed that stood out from the rest. Her favorite, and a gift she had received 6 years ago for her 19th birthday. Her dad’s final gift to her. A mysterious orb, a snow globe of sorts with a tiny castle and villages inside.

Though she and her father hadn’t known each other well, the orb was the greatest gift she had ever been given. She honestly couldn’t say why, but she had always felt drawn to it…like a magnet. It felt…powerful, and real. She kept it in her room and would sometimes find herself looking in, watching the castle for hours at a time. Once, she swore she saw some of the lights flicker in the town, but as soon as she focused or blinked, they stopped. Her imagination could get the best of her sometimes.

When she had finally settled in, Eve decided to look for the local Coven. Sure enough, after a few quick searches on the internet, she found exactly what she was looking for. There was a decent-sized coven of ‘witches’ that operated once a week and was always looking for new enthusiasts to join.

On visiting, she was immediately welcomed with open arms. It was a massive mix of women of all types, young, old, married, single, and mothers. At first, Eve couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed because it was more like a college club than a group of true believers. Just a bunch of women who seemed happy to have a social group. Soon, however, Eve found herself enjoying it, and fortunately, there was even a subgroup that took the magical aspect slightly more seriously.

Quickly, she became one of the most active members and became very friendly with the other ‘witches’…well, except for one. There was one member, a woman named Scarlett, with whom Eve did not get along. Scarlett was another new member of the Coven who had joined the club only a week before Eve.

They should have been friends, hell, even best friends. They were the two most into the real historical and magical aspects of being a witch! They brought all the old spell books and got into the details of theories and old laws of magic. Scarlett, just like Eve, also seemed to claim she had real witch’s blood in her veins. She was also a bully, or at least Eve thought so…though some of the other women in the Coven had said the same about her. No matter how much Eve tried, she just couldn’t bring herself to like Scarlett, and it was made easier that Scarlett seemed to share the sentiment. They were catty at the best of times, and often diminished the other woman’s claims and artifacts as fake. But, regardless of their mutual dislike, they may have been able to co-exist if a catalyst pitting them against one another wasn’t thrown into the mix.

One month ago, after a year of just tolerating Scarlett, Eve learned that the ‘old hag’, and the leader of the Coven, had finally decided to step down, and a new leader would be named. Scarlett instantly put her name forward, and not to let this woman take control, Eve did as well. The coven became split in a day, and many of the members began to get wary as Eve and Scarlett seemed determined to divide them. To most of the women, this was just a game, a fun club for drinking and laughing, but a few of the more serious members felt the almost dangerous tension growing between the two ‘witches’ as they staked their claim.

But that tension was one type. For Evelynn, there was another type of tension to this puzzle, and though she didn’t even want to admit it to herself. The truth was, she found Scarlett objectively very attractive, and she hated the redhead more for it. She hated her endowed tits, and she hated her thick ass, and her sexy legs that she showed off in her black stockings every meeting. She wanted to beat Scarlett; she wanted to prove she had a better body, features, and overall, that she was a better witch. But deep down, what she really wanted was to hear those words from the cunt’s mouth directly, making Scarlett say it. Eve had always considered herself more beautiful, her breasts a bit bigger, her legs a little more defined, and her ass a bit fuller and stronger.

There was a reason that she thought this. Early on in her studies of the dark lore, she had found an old passage that described a fight between two witches that was vastly different from the other stories she had read or heard. It was a more personal and erotic way two rival witches would settle their disputes, and a vastly different type of magic that bloomed from the exchanges. A type of fight or duel that was designed to absorb the other’s witch’s magical essence, sometimes fatally, but more commonly to full submission and exhaustion. Done, not in blood, but in sex, overpowering another rival, fucking her, and making her release her essence through her sexual core. It was engrossing, and the thrill Eve had felt reading that passage years ago filled her imagination. She dreamed of doing this, finding another ‘witch’ and seeing how real it could be, or if that was the true way to unlock her dormant magic.

She didn’t tell any of this to the new Coven, and she doubted any of them would ever consider a duel like she wanted. It wasn’t like any of them were really in her league physically. Many were pretty and good-looking, but violence between members was forbidden, both physical and magical. But even so, she could imagine challenging Scarlett in the old way. Both of them nude, meeting her body on body, forcing screams of pleasure and surrender from the slut’s pink lips. It would be the ultimate proof that she, Eve, was the better witch and deserved the leader role.

Today was the final meeting before the vote, and to ease tensions between the two groups, a ‘show and tell’ was hosted for the club. Every witch brought an object to show and explain its magical presence at her table. Against her better judgment, Eve had brought the orb to lure women to her table and win over voters. But as the night ended, she had little luck, and the two groups stayed firm on their sides. Slightly disheartened, she began to pack her stuff when, to her disbelief, Scarlett was approaching her table. Eve’s brown eyes traveled up the incredible figure coming toward her.

The redhead was tall in black heels, and her spiderweb leggings went from her feet up until they disappeared up her short, tight skirt. She could easily have had a tan if she ever tried to sit in the sun, but her attempt to be like the moon kept her skin a creamy pink tone. Her face was elegant, and she had the look of old money, even though rumor was that it was far from the truth. She only wore tank tops that emphasized the size of her chest, and had no problem throwing them around.

But for once, Scarlett wasn’t glaring with her hazel eyes or snarking at Eve. Eve followed the woman’s line of sight and could tell she was fixated only on the orb. In fact, she seemed lost in the small object, and Eve felt a rush of worry that the dark red-haired woman felt something for this orb, something Eve had only felt. Coming to a stop in front of the table, the woman hadn’t even acknowledged Eve, her hazel eyes still engrossed by the artifact that was now between them.

“What is this?” The standing woman said, her fingers already moving towards the smooth, round glass.

“It’s mine,” Eve said coldly, her fingers faster, pulling the orb back towards her body. She felt a sudden possessiveness over it, stronger than before…stronger every step Scarlett had taken towards the table. The standing woman seemed to flinch at the rejection of the touch, but she didn’t move her body away and seemed to lean forward on the table. “May I hold it?”

“No,” Eve replied, standing up from her seat. She was shorter than Scarlett, but only because she wasn’t wearing as tall heels, barefoot, they would be eye to eye. Now level, their gazes locked above the orb, and Scarlett's face seemed to constrict into frustration at the chestnut-haired woman. “Why?” She questioned with a bit of a grimace, not willing to give up the chance to hold that seemingly magnetic item.

“Because it’s mine, and I don’t like you.” Eve shot back, unable to hold back the aggressive words. They had never spoken openly about their mutual loathing, but it came as no surprise. Yet, Eve was a bit astounded that they had come so naturally out of her mouth, like they had to be said and would be said whether she liked it or not.

“I don’t like you either.” The redhead replied matter-of-factly, and then pursed her lips. But instead of acknowledging the awkwardness or apologizing, Scarlett pressed forward, her frown turning into a smirk, “But I feel magic from that orb, and I should have a chance to study it. That’s Coven laws, one of the few we both agree on, correct?” She questioned with a haughty tone, and Evelynn let out a small huff. That was true; sharing within the Coven was law. If a woman could feel the power of another’s artifice, she must be allowed to use it. Everything to strengthen the Coven, a rule as old as time. Eve knew that, and for a second, she wondered why the hell she brought her orb to the Coven’s meeting. It hadn’t helped anyway! Of course, Scarlett would see it, and she did seem to have a stronger affiliation with objects than any of the other women.

Scarlett was waiting as Eve pondered, trying to hide her desperation. She didn’t want to talk to Evelynn, but she needed to because she NEEDED to touch that orb. She wished she could explain the feeling, but not to Eve. This was the first conversation between them that had lasted longer than a few nasty quips or full-blown arguments. But this also gave her the time to finally see Evelynn’s face and body up close. Her hazel eyes glanced up towards Evelynn’s deep, creamy mounds that seemed to move with every breath the bitch took. Scarlett’s eyes then struggled, unable to choose which orbs were more tempting to touch, the woman or the artifact.

“Let me hold it.” She demanded again more firmly, and Eve’s brown eyes narrowed dangerously, but the law was the law, and she would not be the one to break it. “Fine.” Eve hissed and, with both hands, picked up the orb, offering it to the other woman. Scarlett held her breath as she opened her palms to take the object, and it naturally rolled out of Eve’s touch into Scarlett’s hands. For one second, both women were touching the orb, and their fingers brushed underneath the eerily smooth glass. Suddenly, the community center disappeared for less than a second, and unbeknownst to the other woman, a mix of voices filled both their minds. “Join us…” They whispered, and Eve felt a surge roll down her figure, her body suddenly on the edge. But not the edge of pain, or worry, but one of pleasure. She suddenly had to control her emotions and stop herself from moaning aloud. By the skin of her teeth, she managed, though she couldn’t stop her cheeks from going a tinge redder.

Quickly, she studied Scarlett’s face, trying to judge if the same thing was happening to the other woman, or was it only her who had felt the burst of lust. She couldn’t be sure as the redhead's face remained passive, but there was a single twitch on the woman’s pink lips, and her cheeks might have a hue darker as well. Yet, Scarlett gave no other sign as she observed the orb for almost a minute, while Eve watched her suspiciously, and ogled her secretly. “It doesn’t feel like anything special.” She finally said, but it was such an obvious lie that it almost made Eve laugh.

“Hmph.” Eve huffed as she sat back down while the orb was placed on the table between them. Yet Scarlett didn’t leave, seemingly determined to touch the orb again at the least, or at the most, take it with her. The brown-haired witch let out a hiss as she finally reached out and put the object in her bag, breaking the trance both women had fallen into. Scarlett seemed to blink, but as her eyes regained focus, they found themselves annoying looking at Evelynn’s face. The sitting witch was still staring at the redhead when a small smile came to her red lips.

“Have you considered dropping out of the race?” Eve asked Scarlett as she began to clean up everything else on her table. She wanted desperately to acknowledge that she might have just had her first real magical experience…but annoyingly, it was with the one person in the world she did not want to share it with. But she hoped she might be able to get Scarlett to slip up and admit something if she could keep the conversation going a little longer. Scarlett’s full attention turned back to Eve, and a more natural feeling of jealousy and frustration filled her. “Of course not, I won’t let you just be the head of the Coven.”

“Then the vote is going to be a tie.” Eve hissed.

“I’m aware, and I’m sure you know that per ancient Coven law, if two witches tie in votes, there is a re-vote until one is selected. Unless one bows out, of course.”

“Or is forced out of the Coven entirely,” Eve added, glaring openly at Scarlett, and a look of something more passed between them. An unimaginable solution, one that Scarlett had thought about proposing to Evelynn even before this vote situation, now seemed very much on the cards. She acknowledged that Eve knew just as much as she did about old magic, and that would mean that Eve might just know how some witches settled disputes like this. It would certainly solve a few things for Scarlett and give her a taste of something she craved. All that, plus, finally getting to show this brunette bitch who the real witch was between them.

Scarlett stared at Eve, and the sitting woman could see the gears turning in the redhead’s mind, seemingly desperate to say something else. Then, her hazel eyes flashed as she came to her decision, “You know, Evelynn, we could meet and talk for hours about who should be the leader of this Coven and who should leave…But I think we both know that it would get us nowhere.” She soothed, leaning over further, and letting her heavy breasts look even bigger as they hung in the black tank top. It was a sudden shift, but Scarlett’s exoticness seemingly went from a 7 to a 10, and Eve noticed.

“Yeah, I agree,” Evelynn replied instantly, her heartbeat picking up slightly. From the tone and the sight, the message Eve had been sending seemingly was received.

“So, in that case, I have another suggestion which I think would be more suitable for us two.” Scarlett cooed, and Evelynn put down her bag and turned her full attention to the redhead. Scarlett continued, getting more confident with each word, “I think we should settle which one of us is going to lead this Coven the right way…a witch’s duel…you versus me.”

For the second time in a matter of minutes, Evelynn stood up across the table from her rival. The challenge made her heartbeat go uncontrollably, and her mouth felt dry. But not to be outdone, she pushed her assets forward, and her frown turned into a sultry smile, “So you know about that type of duel?”

“I do, and I’m glad you do too.”

Eve’s smile widened, “I would love nothing better than to go against you in a real witch’s duel, but the Coven would never accept it.”

“The Coven doesn’t have to know; the loser just bows out after our ‘talk’. Of the vote, the Coven. Permanently.” Scarlett added and boldly reached forward and brushed some of the long brown hair out of Evelynn’s eyes. The contact was electric, and there was no longer any doubt of what type of fight this woman was offering.

“Tonight is the full moon, a perfect night for a duel,” Eve replied in an equally seductive tone that made Scarlett’s hazel eyes widen in surprise, and then they returned to their glazed state.

“So, you accept my challenge?” Scarlett breathed, not sure if she believed it. Her own blood was rushing in her veins. She felt her loins tingle and wondered why she had waited so long to challenge this woman.

“I do. A witch duel, we will let our souls,” Evelynn paused, then she reached up and ‘adjusted’ her bra, while making sure her tits were nice and prominent behind the buttons struggling to contain them, “and our bodies decide who stays and who goes.”

“I’m so very glad you are familiar with the type of conflict.” Scarlett teased as her face inched a little closer to Eve’s, provokingly, then added more seriously, “I extended the challenge; you chose the location.”

“You can come to my lair at midnight, tonight,” Eve ordered, leaning forward to display her thick chest and even her ass from behind so it was in view of the hazel-eyed woman. Scarlett hesitated. It would be better for her to demand and pick a neutral location. All her knowledge had taught her it was far more dangerous to meet a witch in her lair, but then her eyes fell on the orb. It would be worth it to finally claim her Coven and take the orb as a prize, too, if she were in Evelynn’s home.

“I accept.” Scarlett finally said, and the duel was sealed. Their final stare was smelting; an almost 5-minute conversation had just changed the course of their lives. There was nothing more to be said; it would be finished tonight.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Evelynn.” Scarlett breathed sensually with a lick of her pink, lush lips.

“Don’t be late, Scarlett.” Eve hushed back, licking her own red lips in a taunting erotic manner.
With a final huff and glare, Scarlett turned and walked away, as Eve felt the rage and lust of the conversation ignite her senses. Her eyes tracing what looked like an equally perfect ass of the retreating woman, disappear into the crowd of the dispersing Coven.

When Eve got home, the realization that in less than 4 hours, she was going to be involved in her first ‘real’ witches’ duel made her almost giddy. She was going to fight Scarlett, and she was going to win, and in theory of tradition, she would absorb whatever bullshit magic the bitch pretended to have. She quickly began to clean and prepare her room for the upcoming showdown. It was very ceremonial, but she was prepared with all the right candles, plants, and paint for the markings needed to set up their arena.

Even in the mysterious history of witches, it seemed this type of duel that she and Scarlett had implied they were going to perform had been rare. Only the most powerful and sensual of witches would partake due to the danger for those involved and even those caught in the crossfire. It was considered a type of dark magic. Sucking away another woman’s sexual energy and fluids in an attempt to break her. Rumors also spoke of light-blessed priestesses who could confront dark witches in a similar style of battle, but that scenario was even more uncommon. Though not unheard of, the legends spoke of the light versus the dark sexual wars. Yet, Eve had never found any indication that any light priestess still existed, or if they did, they were like her. Powers dormant and shells of what was once a powerful order.

But that history didn’t matter tonight, and all that did now was her duel.

There were warnings that this type of duel was not something to do frivolously…and yet, there was something about her and Scarlett that left no other option. This had to be done. Sure, in the back of her mind, she knew they were just playing a game, but there was also real hate between them. Hate, thanks to the frustration that they should get along, hate, thanks to how aggressively the other woman was in trying to one-up her, and hate that the other woman didn’t beg to be fucked by her.

She wanted to humiliate Scarlett, wanted the redhead to cry out in pain and admit that her body was not the stronger temple as she was fucked. Submit to a ravaging due to Eve’s superior sexuality and power.

She went to the full-length mirror on her wall after she had stripped to the nude. She felt out her heavy breasts and watched as they bounced back into place as she released them. Her face had always been described by people as a classic party girl, though it was the exact opposite of how she felt or who she was. She ran her hand down to her smooth, soft pussy, her nice, warm nether lips that she spread and rubbed. Her other hand twirled around her long, silky brown hair until she was confident there were no flaws to be found. It was time to get ready, and she would be prepared.

Later that night, Eve pulled on her darkest black robe after doing her makeup to the best of her ability. Her natural beauty would always be enough, but a little extra glamor might be the extra
push she would need to sexually conquer her rival. After making sure she looked as hot and fuckable as possible, she marked the symbols on the floor of her bedroom. The centre of this is where they would start, and the circle was to seal them together until a victor was found. It was ridiculous, she knew that, because the spells wouldn’t work no matter how much she believed. But she still loved it, and she loved the idea of witchcraft. And she hated the idea that another woman thought she was stronger, more powerful.

The idea of holding someone as attractive, as fuckable as Scarlett down, making her cry out in surrender, forcing her to release her ‘magic’ was beyond fantasy. Because sex was magic, the only magic Eve knew. And that is what made Scarlett so special. The other ‘witch’ was a threat because she must have felt the same about Eve. She had looked at Eve’s body and decided that she could be tamed and out fucked just as Eve had done to her. They were natural enemies.

The knock on the door was the sign that Scarlett was here and not going to run. It was just 10 minutes before midnight, and Eve breathed in and out to settle her jumping nerves. She made her way in her tall black heels to the door and opened it, leaning on the doorframe in an erotic pose. Scarlett stood there, looking equally tempting, even simply wearing a long tan raincoat. Her hazel eyes instantly feasted on the sight of Evelynn in the loose short robe before locking eyes.

“Welcome,” Evelynn said in a disingenuous sweet tone.

“Thank you,” Scarlett replied, equally misleading with its charm.

Evelynn moved to the side and allowed her rival in, and Scarlett entered without another word. The flat wasn’t big enough for her to get lost, and she confidently walked into the bedroom; Evelynn followed her and locked them in a second later with a loud clink. The redhead instantly noticed the markings on the floor and the candles, annoyingly finding no faults, and was again frustrated with the aspect that Evelynn might be the only person in the world who was obsessed with this lore as much as she was. Shouldn’t they just be friends? Or more?

When she looked up, she found Eve already standing on the other side of the markings. The brown-haired woman smiled, and slowly peeled down her black robe from her smooth shoulders, and let it fall, leaving her in a single skimpy garment on her waist. It was a black lace thong with red jewels tied on the strings. The lacy coverings were transparent, however, and Scarlett could see for the first time her rival’s smooth slit. Eve had wanted to taunt and tease her rival, but Scarlett hadn’t even waited for Eve’s robe to hit the floor before she undid her own raincoat and robe.

The redhead’s chosen garment was a similar black silk piece, connected on the sides with large gold rings on her hips. The back was a small diamond around the size of a thumb. The front section curled in low on her hips and must have been less than a centimeter above her slit with a single emerald embroidered at the top.

This was also the first time the two women were topless in front of each other. Scarlett had the same creamy complexion on her whole body, Evelynn had a bit more of a tan thanks to her love of nature and the time she spent in the woods, yet her tits were paler than Scarlett’s, thanks to the tan lines around her back and on her thong line.

Without speaking a word, they began to walk around the drawn markings on the ground, careful not to enter the circle with their feet just yet. Their stares traced the other’s hot figure, seeing more skin than ever before. They compared the other’s physique to her own in the dimmed light, taking in the form they both secretly desired over the last year.

Maybe if they had just fucked the first time they had met, this duel would not have happened, but that was a long-missed opportunity. The shadows from the candles flickered while their heel spikes sank into the carpet. If there was any flaw to be found, they did not discover it. Three full rotations around the markings they went, before they stopped.

A steady rain had begun outside, but the room was deathly quiet as they faced off. “Last chance to back down and leave the Coven. If you don't, Evelynn, I’ll absorb your magic and then humiliate you for the rest of the night.” Scarlett offered, flicking her long, wavy red hair back behind her right ear as she eyed the beautiful woman in front of her.

“No chance, Scarlett. I’ve been wanting to do this to you since our eyes met a year ago. You might think you are a real witch, but I’m the only real thing here. I’m going to drain you dry and then maybe play with your discarded body when I’m done.”

“Well, looks like we have a long night ahead of us. I say we begin and settle this little thing between us once and for all.” Scarlett hissed and took her step into the circle, crossing the candles and red drawn symbols. She kneeled right in the center of the small fires illuminating around her as she took her place and looked up at Evelynn. If her rival was nervous, she wasn’t showing it, and neither would Scarlett. Eve stepped into the circle and kneeled opposite her rival, their knees nearly touching as their breathing picked up. Around them, and the room, the candles flicked all at once, and a sudden storm was starting to rage outside.

At that second, Eve couldn’t tell if the increased fury and lust pulsing in her sex was thanks to the spell or if it was just that she wanted to kick Scarlett’s fine ass out of her flat. “You ready to lose your magic, you fake?” She teased with an extra helping of snark.

“Oh, Evelynn, I knew you wanted to fuck me the second you saw me. If you had begged me, I might have just given it to you. But this is better, now I can break you and prove you are a fake.”

“Oh, I did want to fuck you, but not as much as you wanted me., I bet you pleasured yourself every night imagining me on top of you. Well, don’t worry, Scarlett, your dreams are about to become a nightmarish reality.”

“Well, then let’s duel, bitch!” Scarlett screamed without warning. She lunged forward on her knees and tackled Evelynn down with her arms into an awkward cat ball on the carpet floor. The sounds and sights from the meeting of the two womanly bodies were breathtaking, and the sensations shooting into their loins felt like a boiling pot. Eve’s back hit the floor with the redhead half on top of her, and she quickly bucked her hips, pushing the adjusting Scarlett off to her side and next to Eve.

Each woman threw two kicks and then rolled away near the edge of the candles. Scarlett was up to her knees first and tauntingly licked her lips at Evelynn once again as her rival got back up. The redhead began to crawl towards her rival, and the brown-haired woman slowly crept forward at a similar pace to her rival. When they got close enough to touch, Eve smiled cruelly, “Slowly, I want to feel you break.”

Scarlett returned the twisted grin, “Perfect.”

They came together, deliberately offering their hands in a test of strength. Slowly, their fingers interlaced, and their sharp black nails began to dig into the back of their opponent’s hands. Contrary to their words, however, as soon as they had a strong enough grip, they launched forward with their chests leading the way.

They met on their knees, large womanly breasts slapping and rigid, sharp nipples digging into the yielding flesh. They gasped and grunted as they pushed in harder, their bellies and abs slapping as their tits were forced upward, bending each other back. Their arms were stretched out to their sides, then above their heads, fingers still interlaced and trying to crack the tendons and force a cry of real pain from the other’s tempting throat. The titfight and storm began to rage.

But if they had any self-awareness of their surroundings and were not lost in their hate and heat between their legs, they may have noticed the orb on the shelf had begun to glow an eerie red, like a lava lamp.

But the two young women were unaware, fully lost in their fight to tame and dominate the other ‘witch’. Their hands finally slipped from the other’s grasp, and they latched onto the other’s long red and brown hair, struggling to throw her down to her back, mount, and rape the other woman of her magic. As the long locks were pulled and ripped, torn with screams of hate and pain, they ended up face to face again, snarling in agony. Their little black thongs left little to the imagination, but they could feel the metal of the other’s rings and jewels on their waist. Eve’s brown and Scarlett’s hazel eyes burned in a melting stare as the ceremonial aspect of the fight was gone. They were catfighting, both as witches and normal early 20’s women who hated each other. They were trying to hurt their enemy, and it thrilled them that this really was going to be a witch’s duel…neither was backing down, and it would be finished when one of them came.

Seeking an advantage, Evelynn leaned forward and pressed her red lips onto Scarlett's pink, sealing their mouths into one and bringing in a new battlefield. It was a hate-filled, wet kiss, and Scarlett gasped as the sudden sensation of the soft wet pair on her own. The gasp allowed Eve to push forward, and Scarlett felt her mouth invaded by the long tongue of her rival. It slashed her own taster, and the sensations broke the redheaded witch’s focus. She was pulled to the right by her hair, her ass unflexed for a millisecond, but Evelynn forced her down first to her side and then onto her back. Scarlett struggled even while she was moving her lips in rhythm with her sexy enemy. Evelynn was on top of her, rubbing, thrusting, and now had the advantage.

“You bitch.” Scarlett hissed as Evelynn hovered with her knees between Scarlett’s long legs, a cruel smile on the brunette’s lips as their kiss ended. Her brown eyes absorbed Scarlett’s features, her big, firm, milky tits on her chest. Below them, her tight, thin waist that then expanded into her big, muscular ass. Scarlett’s body was a marvel, and Evelynn felt a flush of jealousy, shifting her own ass out behind her so her enemy could see.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little kiss? I’m going to do a lot more than that soon.” Eve moaned threateningly at her rival, flipping her long, straight brown hair back over her head, her cheeks flushed in excitement and lust. She lowered herself back and down a few inches and dragged her brown, sharp nipples up Scarlett’s skin and chest. She was going to make this bitch cry, prove to Scarlett that her sex was inferior, that her magic and love for the dark arts were less, and that she wouldn’t be standing in Eve’s way ever again.

“You just surprised me with how much you wanted to play tongues, but don’t worry, I know how to kiss.” And before Evelynn could respond, Scarlett charged forward with her head and mouth, slamming together with Evelynn, who kissed back ferociously as if they both were trying to swallow the other woman’s tasty lips. But she wasn’t prepared for how aggressive Scarlett would be, and Eve was caught off guard. Her tongue was sucked into Scarlett’s ravenous mouth, and she let out a groan while her taster was trapped between the lips. Eve moaned, thrashing her tongue around, licking teeth and gums, while deepening their wet and sloppy kiss to match the aggressiveness, but Scarlett had already freed her body, and they dangerously rolled their conjoined forms near some of the candles burning around them in the large marked circle.

The fanned mix of red and brown locks loomed closer and closer to being singed by the mini flames dancing around the fighting women. Even as they kissed with thick strings of spit, they had begun to wrestle, looping legs and arms, their skin sliding thanks to the light perspiration beginning to drip off them. They stained their legs and arms, full asses flexing in pressure to get the opponent down and on her back once again. They awkwardly had two full rotations, but this time Scarlett won the bout, mounting a groaning Eve. After trading back and forth, tongue sucking, Eve had found herself on the hard final suck to the point she was the one to break off. But her hands had already looped around her rival’s hips to squeeze the firm, full apple bottom of the redhead in anger.

Scarlett noticed the pressure, and she pushed her waist down onto Evelynn’s hips, “Feel how much stronger my ass is? Look how much more beautiful I am than you? I’ve made men and women scream under my body in pleasure, but you are going to be the first to surrender to it.”

“I feel stronger, firmer, and bigger every day in my own body.” Eve groaned, shaking her tits, and wanting nothing more than to press her own ass into the redhead’s fat chest. She didn’t have time to think more about it, however, as her own breasts were suddenly groped, her massive globes too big for Scarlett’s palms to fully hold. But the soft holding was not to last, and the nails sank into her yielding flesh, making her cry out in pain. Eve shot her arms up on instinct and filler hands with the under boob of Scarlett’s, instantly scratching and clawing at the other pair of soft mounds.

They clawed each other’s tits, their thumbs and nails digging right into the areola and splitting the erect nipples to their extreme discomfort. Their cries of pain were drowned out by the storm, their nails going deeper into the warm, soft flesh. This went on until Eve couldn’t take it. She released Scarlett’s full chest and freed herself by ripping the woman’s hands by the wrists, both gasping as the aching started right away. Scarlett seemed to be okay ending it, and didn’t re-engage, her own tits throbbing in pain, but Eve looked even angrier.

She shot up and just missed capturing one of Scarlett's erect nipples into her mouth with her teeth, but the shift Scarlett made allowed Eve to get on equal grounds. Evelynn was able to sit up fully and push Scarlett off her, then jumped on the woman, her ass flexing and jiggling on contact. Scarlett instantly conjoined their limbs in a twisting of muscle, and hands sank into ass and hair. They grunted and snapped at each other’s mouths with their teeth as they prevented either from mounting or taking the top spot for longer than a second.

Body on body, they angrily rolled, flipping each other’s strong, sexy bodies down into the soft white carpet. Each was trying to position her legs to jostle and starfish the other woman. They would lock into a jostling, glaring kiss when their snaps aligned, but would break apart with hisses when lips were chewed mercilessly. Soon, Scarlett was rubbing her body on Eve’s, even from the bottom position, and the top woman’s sex began to pulse from the nipples of her rival, dragging across her firm breasts. Every time Eve felt Scarlett press down on her from the top, she moaned, her tiny thong the only thing protecting her hungry sex from the smooth muscle of her rival’s legs. She pressed her own thigh forward on the next roll and was rewarded with a gasp of lust from Scarlett’s wet mouth. A long enough gasp that Eve dove back in to suck the spit out of her rival.

They ended up back in the center of the markings and room, Evelynn on top, holding a straining Scarlett down by the wrists, almost ten minutes into their exhausting catfight. Eve felt her hands slipping on her rival’s sweaty wrists, but to keep the other woman distracted and down, she forced the redhead into a deeper and dirtier kiss. Her full intention was to gag her rival while their tongues slurped around each other, twisting into a knot after pressing tip to tip. Scarlett began to free her left side from the ground, pushing up and forcing another desperate roll as they grunted in their enclosed mouths. The accidental humping was turning intentional as they flexed their groins and asses to apply more pressure to the other woman’s body, Scarlett’s leg dislodging the tight thong on Eve’s hot body so that it no longer offered any protection. Around them, the candle flames had tripled in size, and an ominous hum was coming from the bookshelf.

They may have noticed the excess heat from the candles if they weren’t fixated on the warmth of their rival’s groin behind the thin material, keeping from being fully nude. Now on top, and both their legs wide, Eve lowered her hips and felt her uncovered sex touch Scarlett’s behind the silky material of the redhead’s final garment. It was supposed to be a light trace, but the bottom woman thrusted her strong ass up to increase the pressure between their pussies in this position. They hissed in pleasure and frustration at the final barrier before the real battle began.

Eve felt her clit pulse behind its fleshy hood and steadied herself, knowing that eventually her love organ would mesh with Scarlett’s wet sex, potentially all night if the fight was as intense as the beginning had been.

“I can tell this is going to be a long duel.” Evelynn grimaced out loud.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Scarlett admitted back, her thoughts mirroring Evelynn’s. “But I will drain you, I will break you, your body, and your soul, Evelynn. There is only one real witch between us, and it’s me.”

“Not before I break you, Scarlett. I’ll take everything you have and leave you shattered on the floor.” Eve whispered back, poison seeping into her words.

A huge bolt of lightning flashed after their exchange, and Eve had to blink twice for her eyes to readjust, and then she froze in terror. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Eve yelled as Scarlett’s eyes under her were now glowing like her name, dark red. But what was even more confusing was why the bottom woman looked so frightened as well.

“What the fuck are YOU doing!?” Scarlett shrieked in fear, and unbeknownst to herself, Eve’s eyes were hot embers as she looked down at the other sex witch.

Despite all their talk about being real witches. They couldn’t explain this, and this ‘fake’ magic, in this ‘fake’ witch duel, had become too real, too fast.

“Get off me!” Scarlett cried while Evelynn was already trying to disengage from her, but when she tried to separate her sweaty, hot body from the other’s sticky form, she felt what could only be described as invisible chains wrapping around her and Scarlett’s waist, sealing their bodies together and tightening fast. They gasped as their bodies were now forced together, and their sexes had no choice but to kiss between their legs again until they were pulled together.

“I can’t!!” Eve cried. Scarlett had noticed too and stopped pushing her rival away, looking panickily around the room, even as her large beasts were squeezed into the erotic pair and her groin was hotly meshing into Eve’s thigh. Only now did they notice that something in the room was glowing, along with the roaring candles and humming sound. Their eyes turned to the orb, now looking like a fire on the shelf. “We need to roll out of the circle!” Eve yelled, and Scarlett agreed with a frantic nod.

But it was too late; a blaze appeared from the orb in the shape of a massive, red, fiery hand. It shot forward at the panicked conjoined women, wrapping its fingers around Scarlett and Eve. They screamed in horror as it pulled them into the air; no amount of studying prepared them for this. They were suspended in the air for a few seconds, then the hand pulled them towards the orb fast enough that their long hair whiplashed up. The last sounds of their screams went silent a second later as their bodies vanished with the hand pulled towards the orb in a lightning-quick manner. The apartment room was then quiet, the candles all going out at once, and the storm outside ending as quickly as it started. The orb lay there on the shelf, looking as ordinary as any other object in the now deserted flat. But in the darkness, and with a watchful eye, one could see the windows of the tiny toy castle and town had begun to glimmer and come alive.

===To be continued

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Part 2


Evelynn Zafer woke with a gasp, finding herself alone in a soft, large bed much like she had the night before. She shot up from under the thin white sheets in a daze, unsure if it had been a dream or a nightmare she had been having. It wasn’t like the ones before; this one had been so vivid. Feeling Scarlett’s incredible body touching her, their heated, nasty words, the witch’s duel, and the delicious, aggressive fight that was about to lead to delicious competitive sex. Then, the orb, her special orb, was glowing, and a massive flaming hand was gripping them, pulling them towards it. It all felt so real.

Her head was spinning as she tried to piece together what had happened. Rubbing her temples, she noticed a small clay cup of water on the stool beside her bed and downed it in one gulp. Then, she looked around the room with wide eyes, realizing it was not hers. It was small, smaller than her bedroom apartment, and had a distinct moldy smell. There was a small wooden table, a desk, a chair, and even a wash bucket filled with clear water next to a full-body mirror that was standing alone in the far corner. There was also a small leather bag that she did not recognize.

“Where am I?” She said aloud as if expecting an answer from some invisible person besides her. Looking around, she could only describe the look of this room as like an inn she had seen in her medieval books. But that didn’t make sense; no place in that city had this kind of setup that she knew of. She sat up on the bed and slowly stood on her feet, taking a few gingerly steps towards the full-length mirror.

Her body looked as good as ever, with her full, milky tits, a few light tan lines, her long, brown, wavy hair, and her sensual hips. Connected to her thin waist, making a perfect hourglass. Examining herself closely, she could just make out faint signs of the struggle she had been locked in with Scarlett. There were claw marks, a few red welts from their spanking, and even bite marks. She wasn’t sure how long she had been out, but the wounds were healing at an incredible rate.

‘Wow, she thought. So, the fight had actually happened. She had been dueling Scarlett, and then…that meant the rest of her dream, including the fiery hand. That was real too!

Suddenly, a warm, alluring voice, like a whisper, filled her mind, ‘Look into the mirror.’ It hushed, and Eve obeyed without question, taking a few more steps until she was standing right in front of her reflection. Nothing strange…she thought, just herself in this weird old room. Then she blinked, and suddenly her reflection had changed! The image, now looking back at her, had dark, blood red eyes and was smiling with a cruel grin, one that the real Evelynn was not making. Eve screamed at the sight and fell back onto the bed in a tumble of sheets and pillows. A few seconds after the shriek, a young woman opened the door of the room. Eve sat up again on the bed and turned to the arrival, covering herself with one of the thin white sheets just in time. She judged the girl to be maybe 13, with big doe eyes and a mouth, and gawked at the bewitching woman draped in only a cloth.

“Are you okay, Miss?” The arrival asked with a tilt of her head. Eve looked at the young girl, a million questions that she almost just blurted out, but for some reason, she knew that might come off as unusual.

“I am…may I ask, where am I?” She asked.

“You are in the town of Limor, Miss. The biggest town in the Kingdom of Hestia.” The girl spoke, looking at Eve curiously, but gave off no sign of aggression or distrust. “My pa and I found you naked and passed out just outside town…we reckon you are a traveler and took a bad turn…the forest is dangerous.”

“Ahh, yes,” Eve replied, not questioning any of the information the child spoke of, though she had never heard of a town called Limor or a kingdom of Hestia. What the hell happened to her and Scarlett?

The young girl didn’t continue and seemed to be happily waiting for Eve to ask more, which she inevitably did. “When you found me…was there another woman with me?” She questioned, but the child simply shook her head.

“No, just you.” The girl trailed off, then looked back down the hallway, “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. You should join us down in the common room; the pub is lively this time of year, and we have guests from all over the kingdom. Ma wants to check on you, too, and make sure you have no wounds.”

“Um, ok, sure, food sounds lovely, and thank you for your hospitality,” Eve replied, suddenly hungry. The girl smiled and left a second later. At the same time, Eve took a deep breath and sat on the bed for a few more minutes trying to wake herself up, but to no avail. It really was all real.

And if this was real, that meant there was only one answer that could make sense of it. Magic. Real magic, unleashed by herself or maybe…Scarlett. Scarlett…that bitch…Eve thought with a grimace. Finally, after years of dreaming, years of hoping, she might have unlocked her magic. But why did it have to be with a woman she hated? Or what if it had been Scarlett who had been the one to do this? She loathed to think about that possibility.

The facts were that she had been teleported somewhere at the very least, but maybe even thrown through time? She doubted the answer was here in this room. All that really mattered, however, was that she or Scarlett, or both of them, were real witches and had done something incredible thanks to their fight. A mix of emotions swelled in her: fear, terror, but also excitement. She tried to mutter some of the spells she had memorized in her youth. Nothing happened at first, but there was a tingling on her lips, a sensation she had never felt. That must have been something.

Eve felt a wave of joy. Years of pretending, years of desire, and now she could prove it; she was a real witch! If she could get home and begin to really practice using this power, there was no limit to her potential and what she could do.

She quickly searched the bag and found some clothes that had seemingly been left for her, including some small traveler shorts and a wrap that could cover her extra-large torso. She pulled both on, neither flattering, but she didn’t care about that just now. Then, she finally built back her courage and glanced at the mirror again, but the reflection was normal. Her pretty eyes were still the color of chocolate, and not fire red. On closer inspection of the mirror, she noticed the carvings on the wooden frame were incredible, and she walked up and ran her hands on them. A small tingle ran down her fingers, similar to that on her lips when she had muttered the old spells. She made a note to look at this object more closely. For now, she was going to take up the offer of dinner and get more answers. If she had been teleported, that meant Scarlett likely had been too, and though she loathed the bitch, she should probably try to find her.

Eve came down the creaky stairs of the inn a few minutes later, and just as the young girl said, the dining room was very busy. “Wow.” She said in awe as her eyes took in the sights, and her nose took in the smells. It was like she was now in a Renaissance fair with barmaids, peasants, and well-dressed nobles, all mixed together in this inn. A small band was playing instruments in the far corner near massive oak doors, and groups cheered and laughed at tables. Some people were dancing, and everyone was drinking, loudly discussing everyday life and news around the kingdom. It must have been the hot spot of this ‘town’, and Eve wanted to blend in.

But when she appeared from the stairway, nearby people gave her looks of distrust. It seemed they were not fond of outsiders or newcomers, and even the music went low for a few seconds. Luckily for Evelyn, though, the looks of suspicion quickly changed into stares of craving as they took in the sight of the absolute beauty who was now present in the room. Eve did look good, even in her less flattering light brown travel shorts and shirt; her beauty shone through, and that made her a topic whether she liked it or not.

But she wasn’t the only one looking good that evening. Eve couldn’t help noticing that most of the people in the inn were stunning. Both the men and the women. Now that was something. Not wanting to get distracted, she ignored most of the stares, but felt her own brown eyes drawn to one of the bustier and beautiful barmaids who was serving drinks to some lucky patrons at the bar. Before she could act on that impulse, a slightly older couple approached her, and Eve presumed this was the innkeeper and his wife, as they were tailed by the young girl from earlier.

Before Eve had a chance to speak, they led her to a big table in the corner, and the young woman quickly started setting plates and food down. The innkeeper’s wife looked a bit older, maybe in her mid-forties, but still a gorgeous beauty. Even now, there was an air of respect around her, like a powerful matriarch of a herd. But the woman was warm and welcoming, “Oh dear, I’m so glad you are okay, we were all quite worried when we found you. Luckily, Edward here was able to carry you back.” She spoke gently as the young girl finished setting up the table.

“Yes, a lone woman traveling? Dangerous times even for the most seasoned travelers and warriors.” The man, or Edward, added gruffly. He had a silver beard but looked like an ox, muscled and chiseled with several scars on his body, a fitting partner for the head woman.

Eve nodded, “Oh, well, firstly, thank you both so much, I believe I owe you my life, and I’m sorry for the trouble I might have caused you.” She finished and gave a light bow to her guests. The couple smiled and bowed back, then motioned her to sit down at the table, which she did. From there, she drank some of the strong red wine and ate some of the delicious food, as the conversation flowed. Eve started lightly, asking about the weather, things of the town, and news of this kingdom, just like any traveler would. It was surprising how naturally it came to her. They answered most and didn’t ask much about her, and if they were curious, they didn’t show it. As she got more comfortable, Eve began to ask more direct questions about the land and world she was now in.

“So, who rules this kingdom? It is my first time in Hestia,” Eve inquired.

“Oh, a distant traveler from outside the kingdom? I can’t remember the last time we had one of you pass by, but who rules the land? Well, the Queen, of course!” The inn owner said, his brown eyes almost dazed just at the mention of this Queen.

“The Queen is so pretty!” The young girl interrupted with a burst as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer, then she glanced at Eve, “But you might be prettier…I can’t tell…I have never seen the Queen up close or naked like I saw you.”

“Talia!” The wife, Helga, gasped, but then her gaze softened as Eve laughed at the child’s words.

“The Queen? Oh, well, I would very much like to see her and see if she is as pretty as me.” Eve replied playfully, winking at the young girl who giggled.

Helga gave a contented sigh, “Well, our dear Queen lives in the castle up on the far hill, though she rarely even comes into town or takes guests. Occasionally, she will pick a few of the lucky men or women up to the castle for days at a time. I went years ago myself, when I was a bit younger and had more energy to spare, not taking care of these two.” Helga laughed, looking at her husband and daughter, while the innkeeper gave a loud hoot.

“A younger you and the Queen together for over a week! I would kill to have seen or been a part of that. What a sight it must have been! She gave her a good ol time, I reckon.” He boasted with glee, looking at Eve with a slight smirk. Helga swatted at him, but had a light blush on her lined cheeks. Eve watched and smiled at the couple. Not what she wanted, but she could appreciate it. Her thoughts were now locked on the idea of this Queen; a sense of wonder and curiosity filled her, “Wow, she sounds like quite a woman, and she rules this land alone?”

“Yes, she has ruled a long time, a very long time,” Helga spoke, her own voice sounding like she was lost in a memory of passion.

“And she looks the same from back then! Ma said so, even now! So pretty!” Talia, the daughter, again blurted out, but this time, both parents gave her a harsh stare. “Quiet. We don’t speak of that, Talia, you know that.” Helga firmly spoke.

The girl went quiet and looked down in embarrassment, and Eve felt the change in mood around the table.

“I’m sorry? What did she say that was so wrong?”

Now Helga turned to Eve and leaned in close as the young girl’s father patted Talia’s head in comfort, “A word of warning about this land, Evelynn, there are things in this kingdom that are dangerous to even speak of, and the Queen’s seemingly internal youth is one of them. Her power is mystical and something that we regular people do not need to involve ourselves in. As beautiful as you are, and how wonderful a week with the Queen can be, I would advise you to stay clear of the castle as you make your way through this land…and avoid the old forest. It’s just safer that way.”

Eve nodded slowly and thanked her quietly, but the words of warning meant little. She also was not a regular person, and now she had her first real clue about the mysteries of this place. The forest and the castle are two places to start. She would have to investigate them both.

Turning the conversation away from magic, everyone seemed to relax once again. Eve drank some more wine, taking all the info she could until it was information overload, and instead allowed herself to laugh and joke with the rest of them, enjoying the music and people of this inn. She honestly felt more at home here than she had in her time.

As more drinks were consumed, tongues loosened further, and Helga looked at Eve with a bit of wonder. “You know, women with your looks can do very well in this town. Though, trust me, the Queen would eventually find out and demand an audience when she learns about you, nothing stays hidden from her for long.” Helga gushed, now very tipsy. She lifted her mug, and a short-haired blonde barmaid, the bustier one that Eve had noticed, came over and refilled their drinks. She had freckles and curly locks that bounced like her boobs. She had sticky beer plastered on her skin that was tanned from what seemed like farm work. She smiled brightly, her cute face looking overly sweet as she glanced at each of the family members, but it faded when she reached Eve.

The two young women gave each other obvious stares of both desire and confrontation. At this distance, they were close enough to show off their impressive chests. In the revealing serving outfit the blonde wore, she seemingly was able to show off more cleavage than Eve, but the brunette pushed her chest out regardless, in a challenge. The standoff lasted only a few seconds before the barmaid walked away to the next table, where the men seemed to know her. Eve swore they panted like dogs at the blonde’s big breasts and large, perky ass as she took their order.

Helga had watched the quick but spicy encounter with a cheeky smile, “Oh, it looks like Olga, and you have noticed each other. I knew it would happen the minute I saw you come down the stairs. She is one of my proteges and works the bar for us at night, as you can see, she is very popular.”

Eve could see, and she felt a sudden desire to be alone with Olga. But it was more than that. She felt a new presence in her, something that had long wanted to appear and seemed to be demanding…sex. This world made her hungry, but not for food, for pleasure. Was this to do with her newfound magic?

“I wonder if you could pin her down. I bet it would be a great little match.” Helga giggled like a schoolgirl as Eve caught the last comment. The barmaid was again glancing over at Eve, and Eve smirked back, then leaned forward, making sure that Olga knew that there was a new big-breasted woman in town. Helga noticed the little taunt and gave a cough, “Well, as much as my customers would enjoy that show, I think it would be best for you to rest tonight after your travels. Don’t worry, I’m sure Olga will be happy to ‘talk’ it out later.”

Eve glanced at Helga, who gave her a knowing stare, and more questions, more intimate questions bubbled up in the young witch. But the matriarch was right; she had been awake and in this world for less than four hours. She needed to rest and finish healing. With that, she decided that it was best to tuck in early tonight and ignore the intimate challenge that was building between her and this Olga. Ignoring the many heated glances, including the defiant stare from the barmaid, Eve returned to her small room. She had asked around the pub about Scarlett, but it seemed nobody in town had found another nude woman nearby. So there was nothing more she could do about it for now.

Just before she lay down in bed, she decided to cover the full-body mirror in her room with one of the bed sheets. The mirror hadn’t behaved strangely or done anything since the reflection of red eyes earlier in the day, but it had been enough to spook Eve into this action.

The next day, Eve explored the bustling town, learning about the world she now occupied. She also continued to ask about the missing redhead, “Where the hell are you, you bitch.” Eve huffed, sitting in a small garden near the center square of the town. Maybe she had died? Eve thought as she watched two horsemen with long spears go by. It didn’t really bother her, but as much as she disliked Scarlet, she didn’t want her dead, at least not till she made sure she could escape alone without the redhead’s help. She glanced up at the hill above the town, where the castle, a glooming massive structure compared to the even cute town, loomed. She felt uneasy looking at it, like distant eyes were following her from the tallest tower. She decided she would not go up there today and would wait until she knew what she would say to this Queen.

Getting back to the inn, and her second night in the town, Eve could not handle her desire any longer. All day, she had seen buff shirtless men working with their hands, and attractively dressed women walking and working on the nearby farms. Her craving for a sexual encounter was overwhelming. As she walked into the inn, luck would have it that the sultry blonde barmaid from the previous night was working again, and even though she wasn’t Scarlett, Eve figured she would be a good challenge.

Olga was wearing a simple long puffy dress that went around her massive chest, letting her puppies sway and flow as she handled the many jugs and pints of beer for the guests of the inn. Eve thought it looked like those German barmaids she had seen on TV, but this Olga wore it even better. Eve walked up and waited at the bar, unlike many of the other patrons who were served at their seats. The other employee, working quickly, moved to take her order, but he was stopped by Olga, who put a hand on his shoulder and moved him aside. Then, with a flair and sway of her hips, she walked to where Eve rested her back, looking out at the patrons.

“What can I get you?” Olga asked with a slight bit of snark, but she was already pouring two pints of beer.

“What you're pouring is fine, but instead of a mug, I think I would like to drink from your small, little breasts,” Eve spoke with a flirty tone and then hissed. She wasn’t going to play around. She wanted to fuck this bitch after beating her. The looks between last night had said enough that they both knew what was going to happen. The blonde girl finished her pouring and looked up and down Eve’s back, “Just want to get right at it, huh? That’s fine, because I’m more than happy to take you out like the trash. It has been a while since a traveler appeared in my town that looked and acted like you.”

“Hmm, yes, I do want to just get at it. Helga did say you enjoyed a little tussle, but you should be careful, it may very well be you who gets taken out like trash and left in the mud by the end of the night.” Eve replied coolly, turning to face the pouring woman, and the bright green and dark brown eyes flared at the exchange.

“Oh, do we want to get dirty outback? I’m all for a little mud fight, I really enjoy pinning cocky women's breasts in the filth and then making them wash me clean out back.” Olga purred.

“I do like the sound of making you wash me, but I think I’ll start with you up in my room, if you are brave enough to follow me up there. Then, I’m happy to take you down in the mud if you prefer."

“You ran up there alone last night; it didn't seem like you were up for a challenge.” Olga shot back, and Eve bristled for a half second before she calmed.

“Please, I’m not about to meet you for a titfight the first night in a new town after a long week of traveling on the road,” Eve replied, but she doubted Olga cared for her limited excuses.

“Hmph, nice excuse. I guess you aren’t all that confident in your abilities, are you? But regardless, I’ll happily start in your bed and then throw you in the mud. But only after I have made you submit to my breasts and my sex, of course.”

Well, at least Eve didn’t have to worry about the direction the fight would go. It seemed not only witches were up for a little sexual competition in this world. “Wonderful, I was hoping I could fuck and fight you, it seems like we at least are speaking the same language. But of course, I like to know what the winner gets when she conquers her opponent?”

“I think the winner should get the loser as a night bitch for the rest of the evening.” Olga said with a dark smirk, “If you are willing to risk your hot little body.”

“And what does a night bitch do?” Eve whispered sensually, her body heating up in every place.

“A night bitch does whatever her mistress demands. She sucks, licks, and takes what she is ordered to as long as the moon is in the sky the night of her defeat. Does that scare you, Evelynn?” Olga teased, knowing Eve’s full name. She leaned across the bar, her big boobs in the dress displayed, juicy and thick, just like her ass sticking out in the flowing dress behind for all the patrons to enjoy who could see it.

“Not at all, in fact, it makes me want to start right now. I want my night bitch for the maximum amount of time the moon glows with the stars.” Eve answered, nodding her head slightly towards the stairs where her room waited.

Olga’s hungry smile grew, “I’ll finish in an hour. Be a good little girl and wait at a table, then we can go play.”

Eve almost demanded not to wait, but Olga had already walked away to some men waiting, and left Eve to seethe at the bar with her mug of warm beer. She was not one to be told what to do or wait. But not wanting to look like a fool standing there alone, she did indeed step over to a small table with her drink and sat down, brooding for a time.

Until Eve noticed two very good-looking men at a nearby table watching the interaction between her and Olga with determined attention. But more interestingly, Eve noticed that Olga had been glancing at the men as well, focusing on one of them, a tall, handsome young man with long brown hair. After ten minutes of waiting at her table alone, Eve decided to have a little fun and sultrily walked from her table over to the boys. Without asking, she sat down, and the men looked at first surprised, and then, overjoyed, that they had the sexy traveler join them. Smiling, Eve glanced over at Olga and found that the blonde was glaring at her while gripping a cleaning rag tightly.

‘What you get for making me wait, you bitch.’ Eve thought and then giggled at the men and turned her flirtatious nature on tenfold, touching them, teasing them, and even comparing herself to Olga openly, which the men seemed to eat up. She soon learned that the man with the brown hair was courting Olga. ‘Even better.’ Eve thought with glee. Only ten minutes later, and right on cue, Olga came up to their table and slammed two pints of beer down. The men seemed to be torn between which pair of tits they wanted to stare at.

“Hello, Tyron and…Clive, here are two pints on the house. I got off early, but I just need to show your new friend here to her room. Will you follow me, please?” Olga spoke, looking directly at Eve and flashing her white teeth in a forced smile.

It was a terrible lie, but the expression of pure fury on Olga’s features kept the men quiet. Eve simply sighed and stood to face her rival, “Oh, finally, I was worried you had forgotten. Thanks for the fun, boys, maybe I’ll come find you tonight, and we can continue this little chat.”

Eve turned and walked away from the table, swaying her powerful ass at Olga, who followed with her fists clenched at her sides. When they reached the stairs out of the eyes of the other guests, Eve taunted her new rival further, pulling her shorts down on the ascent. Her fully bare, thick, strong booty flexed as it moved up the steps. Olga was forced to stare at the bare ass all the way until they reached the second floor. “Enjoy the sight, bitch?” Eve taunted without looking back.

“You must be insecure if you felt the need to do that. Don’t worry, I’ll make you kiss my ass all night once I’m done with you.” Olga hissed and reached for Eve, but the brown-haired woman had opened the door to her room and slipped in, stripping out of her garments even as she walked towards the bed.

She heard the door close and lock behind her. Now standing in the nude, presenting the big ass that she had trained, dreaming of duels like this, Eve turned to see Olga standing there, also fully bare, her serving dress at her feet, and her body looking even more incredible now.

The short curly blonde-haired woman had massive tits that the dress had given away, but it had hidden her full hips, and big juicy ass that looked like it was built on the farm. She also had deep tan lines where her dress was held on her tits, deeply bronzed on her arms and legs, but the top of her chest and her entire mid-section were milky. They looked like a dangerous match and pair. Neither was able to pick out an instant weakness.

“Don’t scream too loud, I don’t want any of the guests coming up,” Eve spoke as she did a little stretch of her arms, moving her chest to show its size.

Olga laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, the guests and owners are quite used to tussles going on such as this in the nights of this inn. You have seen and spoken to Helga; she was the best in the kingdom, behind only the Queen. And she taught me everything.”

“Well then, I hope you don’t disappoint. Shall we keep it simple and make it first to two orgasms? So, the winner can have enough time to enjoy her plaything for the cycle of the moon?”

“Fair enough, let’s see how good you are, you, traveling whore.”

Eve and Olga walked forward until they touched, letting their massive breasts lightly press against the surface area of their areola and nipples, sending shocks of desire down their limbs. Less than two days ago, Eve had planned her first witches' duel against Scarlett. Now, in this world, it had taken even less time than that before she was nude, touching tits with a rival, and planning on fighting her in what she knew would devolve into a sex duel.

“Women who pass through here usually just get on their backs and are thankful I’m willing to fuck them or their men. It’s been a long time since a woman acted like she could match up.” Olga said, looking up and down at Eve.

“Well, I might be traveling through this town for now, but I like the idea of having a nice place to stay whenever I come through with a nice little maid to fuck and clean when I leave,” Eve replied sassily.

“Ha, I guess we will see, bitch!” Olga hissed as she reached down and pressed her fingers into Eve slowly, splitting her labia and touching her soft inner core. Eve let out a whimper. The gnawing pleasure in her body increased tenfold, “So wet already! Did you just think of my hot body all last night after you ran away?” Olga breathed sensually into Eve’s ear, the room becoming humid. Sweat made their tits slippery, adding more pleasure from the rubbing and mashing. Eve returned the favor and entered Olga’s pussy, both women using their left hands to please their rival.

“I bet as much as you thought about mine.” Eve snarled back. The sounds of their pumping filled the small, old room. Even if she did not seem to be a witch, Olga’s erotic, even sensual form hid the strength she earned from working on a farm. And that natural strength that would have let her take down a normal woman easily, but Eve wasn’t normal.


With a surge, Eve pushed Olga back, moving as one unit. “Bitch!” The blonde growled as she ended up right next to the old mirror on the wall! The blonde let out a snarling gasp as her big breasts were smashed and she was held for a few seconds. Eve wanted to hold the bitch there, but she could feel every muscle in the hot barmaid flex to get free, the smoothness of their stomachs glancing under their heavy chests. Finally, Olga pushed off the wall with her ass, and they went back to the near center of the room. Their foreheads pushed as forcefully as their tits, all the while their arms remained extended to stay lodged in the other woman’s sex. They both had their aim. Olga was trying to get Eve onto the bed, and Eve was planning on forcing the woman back against the wall.

They had rested their chins on the other’s shoulders for a minute until Eve brought their faces together, and they huffed hot breath onto the other’s full lips.
“You aren’t some traveler, are you?” Olga said, her body pressing tighter somehow into Eve’s womanly form. The pleasure was starting to crack her, and she squirmed into the invasive fingers.

“And you aren’t some barmaid,” Eve replied. The sensation spiked, and her clit yearned to explode.

It was a close sexual race as they masturbated each other in the hot room of the inn. The old mirror reflected their incredible matching bodies, pushing and grinding in a ball of woman sexual frenzy. Faintly, the markings of the mirror began to glow, but neither Eve nor Olga noticed. Eve was far more focused on the fingers rubbing her G-spot, and her rubbery nipples dug into the soft warmth of Olga’s chest. They leaned into each other harder and spread their legs in wide stances that allowed cum to drip onto the wooden floor under them. Eve kept rubbing up on Olga’s now exposed clit up and down. Olga gasped and groaned but returned the clit teasing with equal skill.

This barmaid was incredible, but something was keeping Eve going and helping her hold what was becoming a massive orgasm. Whether it was her new sexual magic or just her own will, Eve wasn’t sure, but she felt a strength and skill in her. If Olga had the same, it failed her after almost 10 minutes. She let out a wail, and Eve felt the whore’s sexy cunt tighten forcibly on her pumping hand, and she began to thrust deeper into Eve’s palm. “That’s a good little maid.” Eve spat into Olga’s ear as the sexy maid’s amazing legs shook and widened further before they lost their leverage as she was cumming, still trying to fight and push Eve back on the wall to maintain any level of equality.

“You slut! You traveling whore!” Olga spat as her ass flexed and her legs lost their strength. She leaned back and wailed in satisfaction, which let Eve put her arms under Olga’s perfect ass and take away the blonde’s leverage fully. Eve stepped forward with a lunge of her legs and led with her still taunt breasts. Olga was trying to resist, her arms down at her sides, and her chest high, but cumming while standing took a lot out of her, and she struggled to keep up the fight. It took Eve longer than she expected, but slowly she overpowered Olga thanks to the blonde’s engrossing orgasm.

They were both panting and gasping by the time Eve finally pushed Olga down on the soft bed with her boobs, using her big tits against the soft, full pair of her rival. The wet orgasm had weakened Olga, but the blonde was still a force, and even with this advantage, it took Eve another five minutes to trap Olga into the mattresses fully. The barmaid struggled to find a way out and continued to buck and thrash, but Eve kept her hold and pressed her strong thigh again into Olga’s pulsing sex, whose first orgasm had brought her clit out. With Eve still in control, and able to back off any time she was close to cumming. Olga let out a scream of anger, then collapsed down with Eve’s womanly body crushing her. The second orgasm was already coming, and Olga seemed to know it.

“You whore! Fuck you…I submit. I’m your bitch for the night.” Olga moaned angrily before it happened. She was pinned by the tits on the creaky bed after the intense struggle under the brunette. Their soaked pussies firmly pressed into the other’s strong thigh, sending an ache through each of their young bodies. Eve puffed her large victorious chest and smirked down at the defeated barmaid, “Good little maid. As per our terms, the night bitch does what the mistress wants? Correct?”

Olga hissed but nodded.

“Perfect. For your first order, go get your Tyron and…Clive. I’m in the mood for a sweaty foursome.”

“You whore, I’m enough for you,” Olga complained, pushing her tits up.
Eve leaned up and slammed down her thick chest back onto Olga with a slap of breasts that made the blonde cry out in frustration, “More than enough.” Eve then whispered and shuddered as Olga groaned in satisfaction at the admission, “But, me fucking you dry isn’t enough humiliation for such a slutty little barmaid like you. I want you to watch me fuck them both. Maybe I’ll let you join, maybe I’ll have you tied up in the corner, depending on how much more back talk you give me over the next five seconds will decide that.”

Olga blushed in rage, but there was a flash of curiosity in her brown eyes, and Eve had a feeling that the barmaid wasn’t as against the idea of a foursome as she let on. Eve let her rival stand up from the bed and watched as the barmaid’s bare ass walked away, looking thick and juicy with each step. Olga pulled back on her working dress, but it looked messy and unkept as she slipped from the room. Eve didn’t have to wait long, and only a minute later, Olga returned with the two men hooked on each of her arms. They looked like they had won the lottery, but Olga dropped their arms immediately and tore her dress off once again. She marched right back into the standing Eve and slammed their mouths together! Twin moans came from the women. Lips caressed, and tongues twisted as they opened their maws wide and deepened their first kiss, shifting their massive, sore tits so that they could bring their bodies closer. Hands explored, but both sets found home on the other’s juicy ass again, kneading and groping the big pieces of meat that had been so crucial in their battle. The two men gawked but became hard as stone watching the sexy traveler and the hottest woman in town swap seemingly gallons of spit before Eve pushed the blonde away with a snarl.

“On your knees,” Eve ordered, and the men went wide-eyed as the sexy, defiant Olga did as she was told. The maid didn’t look over at the men, but up at Eve with a furious, hateful stare. “Open wide,” Eve added, and Olga did so, allowing Eve to spit directly into Olga’s accessible mouth. “Good girl. Now on your back, on the bed, legs wide.” Eve commanded, and the sexy barmaid did so, looking incredible, hot, and vengeful.

“Boys, which one of you wants to fuck the maid, and which one of you wants to be sucked by the traveler?” Eve asked, looking back at the men with an uninterested expression, as if she didn’t care as long as Olga got what was coming to her.

The boys quickly picked and stripped, but Eve played mean and ordered them to switch as soon as they had decided which woman. Clive would get sucked off, and Tyron would fuck Olga. Olga hissed at this, but Eve took no notice and laughed at the blonde’s irritation. “Eat me out, my little night bitch.” She demanded, using her power like a bully on the playground. She mounted Olga’s face and pressed her own juicy ass into the soft padding that was the barmaid’s proud chest.

“Boy, you keep fucking her as long as you can, but stop if you are about to cum.” She added to the man getting on the bed behind the two women, “And I’ll have you in my mouth, feel free to try and last as long as you can, I’ll take my time. And if you are about to cum, don’t even dare trying to shoot it on my sex slave.” She pointed at the other, who put his knees near Olga’s head on the opposite side and nodded at Eve.

“Now, let’s enjoy,” Eve commanded, and she took the rock-hard dick into her mouth and began to lick and suck the dick with passion. Olga’s tongue slipped into Eve’s vagina, and then the maid moaned as her wet pussy was entered by the other man. Olga began to get pumped by the thick dick in rhythm as she ate out Eve with passion that few women in this world or the real world could match. In fact, Eve had to double her focus as she sucked the thick, long dick in front of her while sitting on top of her beaten opponent just to make sure she didn’t cum first!

The four bodies seemed to sync in the passion, and even Olga seemed to relish the punishment bestowed upon her. Even Eve, trying to keep the sense of authority, found herself enjoying the satisfaction and sexual freedom she felt in this world. As the night went on, she felt her sexual power growing, and it fueled her.

Though after a bit, Olga began to get defiant, and Eve had to remind the slutty blonde who had won their duel. She took a few seconds to stop her sloppy deepthroat to spit on the bottom woman’s cheeks, and then slap Olga lightly in the face as they were both fucked. Olga snarled and attacked the fully visible clit on Eve’s cunt after the slap, and the witch screamed with pleasure. She reached down and pinched Olga’s clit in retaliation, and the blonde screamed with equal fervor.

Finally, Eve couldn’t hold it in any longer. She came on Olga’s face, releasing a massive orgasm and spreading her juice on her rival as she still sucked the dick in her mouth. Olga barely had time to register before she too started to cum, thanks to Eve’s fingers nearly pinching her clit, timed with one of the thick dicks thrusting into her wet pussy. But Tyron let out a cry and pulled out of Olga’s pussy just in time to shoot it up on the maid’s stomach and Eve’s back. Whether it was the sound or the feeling, Clive exploded into Eve’s mouth at the same time, and she let it drool down her chin onto Olga’s orgasming face, twisted in frustration. For just a second, all four bodies were cumming until the men finished and staggered away in shock, while Olga and Eve remained in the same position, Olga glaring and Eve oozing some cum out of her mouth. They looked at each other with hatred, and then Eve scooted back and lowered her mouth to Olgas. “Hope you aren’t too tired, my little bitch.” She gurgled, wiping her chin with a finger.

“Please, I’ll go all night and outlast you even when you are the one giving orders.” Olga taunted, running her free hands to Eve’s strong ass and giving it a hard spank of its own.

“We will see about that,” Eve replied with a cruel leer, and she swallowed the man’s load without sharing.

Eve then controlled Olga for the rest of the night, using the men when she desired, and when they were able, but keeping her and Olga connected in one way or another in every position they entered. She spanked, sucked, and used the blonde’s body like a sex doll to come to life, and true to her word, the blonde was up for every second of it. She also demanded more information on who Olga was and what she knew about this kingdom. Much of the info Eve had already learned, but one tidbit caught Eve’s attention more so as she fingered her rival’s wet slit from behind, Olga in doggy style with her ass in the air.

“This kingdom is full of bitches, but there is only one that can maybe compete with me.” Olga huffed into the mattress.

“And tell me, who is that?” Eve hissed into her rival’s ear, using her free hand to slap the thick, muscular ass of her rival.

“Bitch!” Olga moaned as she was spanked harshly, “Her name is Portia! She…ugh…is Helga’s other protégé, but she no longer lives in this town.” Olga moaned even as she started to cum again, leaning back into Eve’s hot body and letting the witch’s full tits press into her back. Eve continued to finger her rival and then made the blonde suck her finger clean of her cum a few seconds later.

“That’s a good little fact. It would be wonderful to have two-night bitches at once.” Eve gushed, and Olga spit out the wet digits and sneered at Eve with her mouth full of her own cum.

“Fuck you, I’m way better than her, so there is no point. I can beat you, alone!” The barmaid growled just before Eve kissed her again, and the night of sexual debauchery continued. An hour later, the men were long passed out in the bed while Olga and Eve had done another round of sex just between them. They came together, and though the barmaid may have been able to keep going if it were a fair fight.

Eve and she parted for a bit too long a time, and the blonde allowed sleep to take her. The brunette didn’t see the point of waking her rival, and lay on the wet, sweaty sheets, feeling her hot, still body out with her hands. She gave credit where it was due. Olga was arguably the best sex she had ever had. If the barmaid had been a witch, she was sure their fight would have transcended any other.

She attempted to sleep herself, but as the night went on, sleep didn’t come for the young witch. Olga had satisfied her in many ways, but it seemed something was missing. Maybe that’s why witches went crazy sometimes, Eve thought; normal women, even one as beautiful and sexually aggressive as Olga, could only give enough to keep them going.

Unable to lie there anymore, Eve stood up from the messy bed and bodies, planning on going down to pick up another lucky straggler or potentially wake up Olga. But before she could even take a step towards the door, she felt the mirror calling to her again. She hadn’t covered it like last night, half due to the fight, and half due to her growing curiosity. But the voice in her mind was different than the last time. It felt more eerie, desperate, and didn’t seem at all friendly or welcoming. Eve wanted to resist the temptation, but she knew that whoever was using this voice might give her a key about where exactly she was and, more importantly, how she could get home. Magic was real, but no one in the town looked her in the eye when she brought it up…in fact, they seemed scared. Moving away from the bed and pulling on a long, thin night gown she had bought in town over her incredible body, Eve stepped forward towards the old mirror till she stood directly in front of the glass. But after a whole minute, the reflection looked the same; nothing changed. Her green eyes retained their natural color, and her face mirrored hers, mimicking her perfectly as a mirror should. A dose of frustration filled her veins. Was all this in her mind? Whose voice was toying with her? She reached forward and touched the mirror, and relaxed for a second as her fingers pressed on the smooth, cool glass.

‘I don’t understand what I’m doing.’ Was her last thought when the reflection’s hand shot out from the mirror and gripped her wrist with a staggering force. Eve cried out, but her voice failed her, and no sound came out. Her reflection’s eyes had again gone dark red, and the cruel look of her face was sneering at her. But then the image was changing, it was blurry, and it wasn’t her looking back now, but a different beautiful woman pulling her towards the glass, one with long silver hair and red eyes. Eve screamed again, but still no sound escaped her lips, and suddenly the force began increasing, pulling her forward into the mirror. Eve resisted for a second, but the strength of the hand was too strong. At the last second, she shut her eyes, ready for the hard impact on the cold glass, but instead, as she was slung forward, she felt as though she hit a wall of gel! She was pulled into the wiggling mirror, finding herself covered in the clear goo like she was swimming in jello for a few seconds before falling forward and onto a smooth, stone floor.

“Ugh.” Eve gasped as the lube-like goo dripped off her wet skin down to the hard ground. It had all but ruined her cheap night gown that was now hanging in pieces off her dripping form, only covering her decency in a few places. After wiping her eyes, she looked up and around her in disbelief. The small room was gone and had been replaced with what looked like a throne room of a castle, with massive, colorful windows on the high walls, and two sets of large columns running down in parallel. A large set of stairs was in front of her with a single ornate seat on top, behind which a roaring fire blazed behind it. She glanced back at the mirror, which she had fallen from while standing in the middle of the hall, but there was no reflection. In fact, she could still see the inn room in which she had been, and the three people passed out in it…like it was a portal. ‘Wow. She muttered, wanting to study it, but she felt another presence now in the room, and just as she turned back to the steps, a voice spoke from the throne.

“Well, well, I finally found you.” The lovely words came from the high seat, a woman’s voice that was like honey, and almost made Eve sigh and drop to her knees in worship. The flame around the figure above danced brightly and illumined the woman’s deep shadow down onto Eve, making it hard for her to see. The woman hadn’t been there a second ago, Eve was sure of it.
The figure stood and slowly stepped off her throne, walking leisurely down the long stairs until she was close enough for Eve to view. It was indeed a woman; lightly tanned, with long silver straight hair that traveled down past her lower back. Her face was beautiful, a bit wild, her eyes brown like warm chestnuts. She had a small pale scar on her cheek in the shape of a crescent moon and soft pinkish lips curled into a devious grin. Her eyebrows were also silver, and her ears slightly pointier than average. She was wearing a shoulderless black dress that seemed to be hanging by the woman’s chest without any support. It was split down the middle to her low navel and slit up each side of her legs all the way up past the sides of her hips. Two long strips, one in the front and one in the back, flowed with each step between her legs. She moved until she was standing directly in front of Eve, looking down at her with a piercing stare.

“Welcome to my castle. May you please tell me your name?” The regal-looking woman asked, and seeing no one else in the room, it had to be directed at Eve.

“Who are you? What is this?” Eve gasped, slowly standing to find herself shorter than the woman, though she noticed that was only thanks to the high diamond heels the silver-haired girl was wearing. The ruined night gown seemed still to be literally melting off Eve’s hot body, thanks to the gel from the mirror, but at the same time did nothing to her smooth, soft skin. All in all, she looked like a washed peasant in her current state of dress.

“Answer me.” The woman’s voice spoke again with a firmer tone, and the fire behind her seemed to increase in intensity, size, and heat. Eve’s mind quickly calculated her options, and her first instinct was to lie, but that seemed pointless; at least she would only give her part of her first name to start. “Eve.”

“Eve? Interesting…and where are you from, Eve?”

“Where I’m from, it's considered rude not to introduce yourself back after a guest does.” Eve snapped back with some snark. Being intimidated would only worsen this situation she felt stuck in. Behind Eve, two massive, armored guards that had been hidden by the door suddenly began to move forward, but a wave from the queen’s hand froze them. “No, leave us now.” She ordered, and they did so without question, leaving the throne room with a slam of a giant wooden door, “Of course, my name is…Aria, but you may address me as the Queen.”

Eve didn’t understand the slight hesitation of the woman saying her name…maybe sharing her own first name had been a mistake...but it was too late now. “And what do you want from me, Aria? Why did you pull me through the mirror?”

“Tsk, no, no, now you are the one being rude. We can take turns asking questions, or I’ll make sure I’m the only one asking, and you will be the only one answering.”

Eve was taken aback but didn’t give any retort. “Now, where are you from?” This “Aria” repeated, her voice harder, more demanding. Something about women like this felt very dangerous, and Eve’s arms prickled in warning.

“A city far away.” She lied.

“Far away…hmm, beyond the white mountains or the ocean?” The Queen responded with a questioning look, though Eve could sense there was hesitation behind the Queen’s eyes and tone. Was it a trick? That was good; that meant that she was just as much a mystery to this magical woman as Eve was to her.

“No, my turn, what do you want from me? Why did you pull me through the mirror? I’m simply a traveler and was just making my way through the Kingdom. I plan on leaving this land tomorrow.” Eve explained, her own voice hardened.

“A simple traveler?” The silver-haired woman laughed wickedly, and the sound seemed to radiate off the walls. “Well, that’s a little lie, isn’t it? Didn’t take you long. I guess we should get to business, because I’m sure you are looking to ‘travel’ further.” The Queen sarcastically quipped, and Eve could tell she had made a mistake. “The people in the town may be under some spell, but I’m not. I know I’m trapped, and I know you are stuck in here with me. I know you aren’t some traveler from some distant land, there are none in this world...but I don’t care about that. I want the details of how you finally arrived in my kingdom, and you will tell me.”

“Not until you tell me more about what you want.” Eve shot back, standing her ground now fully in the nude as the last bit of her gown melted off. She pushed out her chest and cocked her hip; a witch’s sexual body was her weapon, and Eve made sure this bitch knew that she wasn’t the only one who could make a man or woman pant in desire.

A flash of anger passed on the Queen’s face from the retort, but it relaxed just as quickly as it had come. “Well, well, you do seem brave. That’s a point for you. If you insist, Eve, I’ll give you a little bit of my story. I have been living in this kingdom for a very long time. Waiting for a chance to see the world beyond again, to be free. But the other and I struggled to work together, and even when we united, our findings led us to accept there was no way out of this hell without someone to take our place. All the while, this world, or prison, changed. It grew and became a world of itself. Its power is something I had not expected…or imagined. A true marvel but one frustratingly beyond my control.”

Eve was quiet, though her heart was beating quickly. ‘Prison? What the hell does that mean?’ She thought.

Aria continued, “Yet, just two days ago, I felt a surge of energy that I had not felt before. I began to search through my mirrors to find it before she did. And if I could, I would finally accomplish my goal.” Aria spoke with a dark glee. She whispered something and waved her hand in the air; suddenly, a large chest appeared next to them. “I have everything I need and have had plenty of practice draining such energy.” She finished as she turned away from Eve and opened the wooden box with her heeled foot.

As Eve watched in shock as Aria rummaged without touching it, a voice, the softer one from the first night, filled Eve’s mind. ‘Run. Flee! Back to the mirror!’ It screamed, and then it was gone as if it had been pushed out by another force. Eve watched Aria’s fantastic ass in the black garment as she leaned over. A pulse of desire hit her like a wave. The material was so thin that she could tell that the Queen was wearing nothing underneath. It almost made her want to stay, see what would happen, but the voice's warning was too dire to ignore.

“Well, I wish you luck on your goal, my Queen,” Eve said with as much fake sincerity as she could muster. “I think I’m going to have to decline your request. I have my own goals, and am leaving this kingdom, and will not be returning.”

Aria looked up with a wicked grin on her wild face, “Request? Oh, you little bitch, no, this is not a request. I only needed to make sure you were who I thought you were, and have you lower your guard while I shut the portal behind you.”

Eve glanced behind her and indeed, the mirror was now just a mirror, and she could no longer see the room from the inn. ‘Fuck.’ She thought in a panic. The Queen had finished looking into her chest and was now holding several sticks and other items in her hands. “I also wanted to know if you would happily be drained of your power and essence for me, or if I would have to do it with force. I must say, force is more fun, so I’m glad you are denying my request.”


‘Aira’ then threw six thin, long wooden sticks onto the ground around Eve, who looked at them with confusion. But then watched as the Queen brought her fingers to her lips, where she coated them with a tiny amount of something from a vile. Then, she reached down and pulled her dress just off her amazing chest. A massive pair of tits was revealed, as big as Eve’s and looking just as firm and bouncy. But somehow Eve wasn’t looking at them for long, because the Queen’s honey eyes were gone, and now were blood red. Then, the woman began to rub her pink nipples and spoke a spell that Eve did not recognize.

Suddenly, the wooden sticks were moving, and not just moving but slithering. They had each become long, giant snakes like boa constrictors and were circling Eve by her bare feet.

“What the hell?!” Eve gasped, trying to step away, but she was too slow.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Aria spoke with her alluring voice, but there was a mix of anger and hunger in it. The snakes that had been circling her shot from the ground and wrapped their bodies and tails around Eve’s wrists, ankles, and one slithered up her back to go around her neck, trapping her, and pulling her to the ground. “You bitch!” She screamed and let out a snarl, trying to force her way free, but the scaly snakes did not give an inch. She was lowered forcefully to the ground and shivered as one of them ran up her hot, still wet body, sliding between her big tits like a cock before moving around back down her hips. Eve groaned, frustrated, but also turned on in a freaky way.

The beautiful Queen’s diamond heels clicked on the stone as she approached again, standing over Eve and looking down with an arrogant expression. Then, she stepped over Eve, placing one foot on the sides of Eve’s hips and lowering herself to her knees, mounting the snake-trapped woman and touching their hot bodies together for the first time through just the black dress.

Eve could do nothing but watch as the silver-haired queen mounted her, cursing her own weakness and experience. If she had been stronger, she could have fought back and gotten out of this trap. But her body and sexual skills could only take her so far in her current state. As if the Queen was reading her mind, she smiled, “You understand there is no hope for you. I had long waited for this chance, and now I will take my time absorbing your magic.”

“Why? We could work together! I can help you!” Eve offered in desperation as she glanced down at her nude, trapped body. Thankfully, her fight with Olga took enough off the edge of her desire, but already it was building again, and she doubted against a witch she would be able to last long.

“You, naïve little flower. There is so much you don’t know. There are no allies between sorceresses; only the hierarchy to which we commit our souls. A little lesson before you die. Witches don’t share power! One always has more skill and endurance. And at the top, only the most powerful sexual will rules! Eve’s brown eyes were wide with fear as the woman trapping her spoke like she was a god or wanted to become one. This scenario was everything Eve had imagined her life as a witch, but reversed. She was the prey; she was the newbie in a wide ocean of power. This isn’t how she wanted to go out. Not like this, not at what felt like the beginning of her new powers.

“Let your first and last lesson begin,” Aria whispered, and the silver-haired witch leaned forward and gently pressed her pink, full lips into Eve’s, and the trapped woman let out a desperate moan as the soft sensation shot down her limbs as they kissed on the hard ground. Their exposed breasts touched, and the soft melding made Eve’s pink nipples stand to their erectness. She could feel her rival’s power, but her own inner self seemed to flare up and meet the sensual waves as Eve kissed back, forcing the soft invading tongue from her mouth and then snapped the kiss with a snarl. “Get off me, if you want to have a witch’s duel, make it even, you coward!”

“Trust me bitch, even if you were free, I would dominate and destroy you. I’ll admit that your assets might be somewhat closer than I prefer to my original, but it's the combination of magic, sexual skill, AND our beauty that makes witches powerful. Plus, with how little of a threat you are, this is more fun for me! Let me demonstrate to you how far you are from my level.”

The queen leaned back up, separating their bodies a bit, and whispered more mystical words, using some dripping spit from her chin that Eve had left when they broke the kiss. Smiling, she unfurled her tongue again, but now it was far longer, going a few inches past her chin. “Let’s see how you handle this, little slut.” The Queen cooed, then shot down and kissed Eve again with this weapon. The long, warm, wet tongue quickly filled Eve’s mouth as the trapped woman’s own normal pink muscle was quickly overwhelmed.

Eve let out a muffled squeal as the Queen pressed her magical advantage in their oral war, dominating easily. Eve felt her pink muscle corkscrewed, wrapped several times by her rival’s elongated muscle, and then slurped up and down like this as it was pulled into the witch’s mouth. Eve groaned desperately and strained against the snakes as she was orally raped, the Queen’s tongue then flicking near the back of Eve’s throat, almost making her gag if she wasn’t so good at deep throating. But she could only take this magical attack for so long, and she let out a whimper of defeat a minute later with a slap of her hand on the stone. The Queen pulled back with a taunting smile at the sound, “That’s what I thought, and that is just a basic spell.” Then her tongue returned to its natural length. Eve was still gasping as the Queen shifted her big, full ass down Eve’s naked, trapped body, allowing her hands to fill up with the soft melons on Eve’s chest, kneading them roughly.

“Look at this delicious body, it’s almost as good as my own! Oh, how I miss it.” The Queen laughed with glee as she slapped and pinched Eve’s full chest roughly, watching the big orbs jiggle mouthwateringly with each impact. “It did indeed take a long time for the prophecy to come true, ‘those who could match us in looks and power’ to be fulfilled. I look forward to finally returning to my body and then seeing the outside world and its changes. I will control it, I will control all of it!”

“You miss your body? What the hell does that mean?” Eve gasped, confused, but the Queen ignored her, continuing her exploration of Eve’s nude breasts with her palms. She moved down further, running a finger on the smooth stomach until she came to the split between Eve’s legs. She panted hotly before she pinched Eve’s smooth pussy lips together, “Perfect, just like mine and the one I now have, a perfect passage to absorb or be sucked dry from. That will make this far more pleasurable.”

“Get off me, you stupid whore.” Eve snarled, and that did get the wild Queen to look up and smirk, “You remind me of my dear old rival. I always wished it would be her I would use to escape, but alas, that was not possible. Try to enjoy this, Eve. My sweet little kitten, enjoy the incredible pleasure of being drained by a real witch like me.”

This Aria then pushed aside the bottom half of her hanging black dress between her legs and revealed an equally bare, perfect pussy, dripping cum already from between the two pink nether lips in a cleft. The head of the witch’s clit was already starting to appear at the apex of the sex, as if it sensed another witch, an ensnared, beaten witch who would be fucked raw. The sight alone brought Eve’s clit unfurling out of its fleshy hood; her body demanding aggressive sex even though she was still nothing now but a toy to play with. Eve didn’t have to wait; the Queen lowered herself a second later, and both of them let out a groan as they touched sex to sex and sealed into a perfect cunt kiss.

Eve’s cry of desire was higher-pitched than her rival's by a fair amount. And Eve knew the Queen was right. She would be drained quickly with a woman like the silver-haired bitch on top and riding her. A snake held her hips down, and she could offer little to no resistance as she was fucked on the stone floor.

The top woman gradually began to grind her with impressive control of her hips, and Eve understood that she was in serious danger. Eve felt her whole body ignite like a fervor, just like when she and Scarlett met their sexes for the first time just two nights ago. Her body seemed to react to other witches far more intensely than women like Olga, but luckily, it seemed like it wasn’t just her having this reaction. The Queen seemed to need to brace herself from the touch of Eve’s cunt on hers before she started her sexual dominance. The one-sided trib that went on, and no matter how hard Eve tried to control herself, she could feel the building of an orgasm in her core. Their sex lips brushed, rubbed, and even squeezed when they pushed in tightly between the splits of their legs. Her clit was getting teased, played with, and her pussy was fully covered by the warm, wet sex. The Queen might have gone faster, or attacked her in more ways, but she felt no need; the snake spell was holding perfectly well, and her sexual prey was helpless.

‘Fight it, resist as long as you can.’ The warm, welcoming voice in Eve’s head appeared again, helping her in her growing despair. Her brown eyes shot open to look at the grinding Queen on top of her, the witch’s blood red eyes closed in passion as she enjoyed her prey. The Queen’s body was so perfect, her full tits seemed to move with her with a slight jiggle with each thrust, while her toned stomach seemed to flex when Eve thrusted back with the limited force; she could give thanks to the snakes holding her down. How could she hold on when the sex felt this good? How could she fight back? She already felt her power, her magical essence being stolen by this bitch, and her orgasm, which would give this cum thief even more power, she presumed. It could take days, and Eve would end up begging to be drained; that’s how many lesser witches ended, wanting to be fucked into oblivion by a slut like this Queen.

It felt so fucking good, and Eve realized she was indeed not in this league, but as she neared the first pull into oblivion, the voice returned, ‘You will have one chance.’ It spoke in Eve’s head, now firmer and ordering, and Eve nodded to the invisible person, as she squeezed her pussy tight, trying to distract the Queen with her sex. She would try to do anything to hold in her orgasm as she felt her muscles cramping and her breathing going erratic.

Suddenly, just as Eve thought the first large portion of her sexual essence would be taken, she felt an outside force build in her throat. It wasn’t magic, or at least none that she had ever used or read about. With a sudden scream, a shockwave radiated out from her mouth, shattering the windows of the castle's throne room and shaking the walls. The power was different than an orgasm and more like a blast of energy, like a beam hitting the Queen. The silver-haired woman screamed as she was thrown back almost 20 yards, landing on her back with a thud. “Ugh! What the hell was that? That was not you!” She shrieked. She rose, floating in the air for a second, and checked her body quickly for any physical damage. It seemed the scream was more air than anything else.

Yet on the other side of the room, Eve was also now free. The snakes that had been holding her arms, legs, and neck down had shriveled into nothing more than small worms on the stone floor. Able to sit up, Eve looked around for anything to use to hold off her attacker! She had held the orgasm that would have rocked her body to its spiritual core. But across the room, the Queen was already coming towards her with a furious expression. Her black dress was torn in places, and her silver hair flowed down her back. Eve felt the urge to meet the woman now on equal terms, to jump at her rival and see which one of them would end up on top. But the warm voice returned as if desperate to get one last warning to her.

‘The mirror! Flee! You are not ready!’

The Queen began to fly at Eve, waves of dangerous magic radiating off her, power that made Eve gasp at the sensation that coursed into her muscles. “Oh, my god.” She whispered, knowing she had no chance of matching this woman. In desperation, she looked back at the mirror as the voice ordered, and…and, the portal was open! It was again showing the old inn room! Eve didn’t hesitate, and with what little strength she had left, she jumped towards the glass.

“NO! HOW!?” Eve heard the Queen yell in surprise. Eve was flung once again into the thick gel for a long second before she landed on the wooden floor of her room, covered again in the lube. “Ugh, gross.” She complained. But she flipped around and stood, glaring through the portal at the bitch who had just tried to leave her sexually drained or worse.

The silver-haired Queen was stalking towards the mirror with a determined look, but Eve no longer felt the power or fear as she had while trapped in the throne room. She stood and waited until the Queen reached the mirror and stopped, putting her fingers forward, but they seemed to press into the glass instead of the gel-like material. Her silver brows furrowed, and she muttered something, but the glass remained, and her expression turned furious. Eve let out her held breath, thankful that whatever magic had been used to open the portal for her seemed to have shut it permanently.

But the silver-haired woman wasn’t done just yet, looking up with her red eyes through the now closed portal, she smirked. Eve wasn’t sure if the woman could even see her, but it seemed the Queen did not care. Slowly, the Queen rubbed some of the mixed cum from her dripping pink pussy lips onto her palm and then brought the discharge to her erect pink nipples. She rubbed the mixture of cum slowly on her breasts and muttered words Eve could not hear. Then, ‘Aria’ slowly pressed her fat globes into the mirror, flattening them on the coolness for a second, but then her nipples seemed to stick out as if they were coming through!

Eve might have panicked before, but her anger won out. She took a step forward and pressed her own full chest into the gel side and gasped as she felt her boobs slap into the Queen's jugs! The Queen’s face contorted as she felt her chest meet the big equal pair, stopping her from coming through the wall. The cum mixture spread between the four globes for a few seconds, then Eve backed up and thrust her boobs forward again into ‘Aria’s’ chest. The Queen gasped and was pushed back with a slap of meat on meat. Her rival’s red eyes flashed in anger, and she slammed forward in retribution, crushing into Eve’s chest through the mirror. They were titfighing somehow, and while the rest of their bodies could only touch glass, their tits were able to make it through and meet. Their cum covered nipples were like daggers holding their erectness into the other woman’s hot chest, and the pain from the spell's powers made Eve hiss like they were actually sword fighting with their nipples, cutting into the bountiful boobs. They grunted lightly as they fought miles away thanks to the power of the mirror magic. Their nipples would bend and stab more and more, the ache growing quickly. Eve wanted more and more to walk back into the mirror and crush those big tits of the Queen down flat to the stone. But she wouldn’t stop there, she would out fuck that bitch and then absorb the other woman’s magic, taking it for her own.

They traded a few more hefty blows and then were content just trying to grind the other as flat as the mirror itself. But the portal began to cool, and Eve saw her chance. With one last massive thrust, she was able to force the Queen off and out of the mirror by an inch. With them separated, the portal barrier was sealed, leaving both women gasping, and their perfect tits, red and sore on opposite sides.

Eve stood there, her body covered in lube, her breasts wet and warm with the cum. She looked at the erotic nude Queen through the dimming image, watching Aria’s equally lush chest move heavily from the exertion of their titfight. The blood red eyes stared at the mirror for a few more seconds before she turned with a flick of her silver hair and began to walk towards her throne, still in her diamond heels. The remaining scraps of her black dress fell off her figure as she strode, and the witch’s amazing ass came into eyesight as it flexed with each step.

Eve continued to stare, but the mirror finally returned to its original state with a small flash, and the Queen disappeared from view. Eve then fell to her knees in front of the object, almost screaming from fear. It was a weird sensation to be so incredibly horny, mixed with the humiliation, anger, and horror that this Queen bitch made her feel all at once. That was a real witch, one Eve could only hope she could match if she lived long enough to grow to that level of power. That seemed unlikely now with this bitch wanting her.

She played back the encounter in her head a few times. It seemed there was another witch trapped in this world, one that potentially rivaled the Queen’s power, but Eve hadn't heard a name. She also doubted she was any friendlier than ‘Aira’ after the woman spoke of the witch’s hierarchy. What if Scarlett had already been captured by the other woman? That would make sense and explain why the redhead had not shown up in the town like Evelynn had.

Scarlett, if she were not dead, was likely in mortal danger. Not that Eve cared too much about her rival, but she may need the redhead’s help to get out of here. But at the present moment, Eve couldn’t fret about Scarlett. Not with the Queen hunting her, and if she was caught, Eve would be dragged back to the castle in chains. If this ‘Aria’ had ruled as long as people said, Eve guessed the woman would know the town beneath her castle like the back of her hand and maybe even recognize the inn she was in. Not wanting to wait and find out, Eve snapped up her bag in silence and threw all the possessions she had into it. She moved quietly so as not to awaken the still sleeping barmaid or men in the room. But then, Eve had an idea, a wild idea, but one she had to try. She reached down and took some of the mixed cum that was plastered on her tits. It was warm and sticky, and she brought the ooze to her lips. They tingled, and she muttered a simple silence spell she had memorized from one of the books years ago. The world suddenly went quiet, and she blinked and then laughed in glee at its success, though no sound came from her mouth. Then, taking the small chair, she smashed the big mirror, shattering it in a blast that would have awoken everyone in the inn if not for her touch of silence.

But before leaving the room, she picked up one of the larger pieces of glass and carefully added it to her bag. The inn was still quiet even as dawn was approaching. Eve slipped down the stairs and then out into the town just before a massive group of flying bats began to circle overhead the building behind her.

End of Part 2
====== To be continued

Oh, it's getting dangerous in this world. What will happen next?! I don’t know, but magic sexfights are fun, if a little complicated,d haha. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the second part of this story. This one part was longer than most of the solo stories I have written recently. I also hope people who read the cold chill, the old story, or the first part of this one way back then are still around to see this update. I feel bad for the wait, but it is what it is, haha.

Well, well well. Here we go again. The board is a bit slow except for the few legends who keep it going. So thanks to them. Quick boring insight. I really hate unfinished stories (the pot calling the kettle black, ehh), and I have 4 big ones that need to be done before I can retire lol. Spy Wars, Darkness Reborn (See above), Funding Problem, Home Invader. I want to get these done outside of the small random stories I have been posting, and will do every so often, hopefully. I am getting slower at posting. Where they stand is all over, haha. But here is a list of the big ones if you were wondering when/if they will ever appear.

Spy wars are close to being done. I’m doing/done a big rewrite, but editing massive stories takes forever. And two fights are just messy (and not in the sexy way, hah, more like, how did they end up naked? I forgot to write that section…stuff like that). I really want to finish this one over the next month. Here

Darkness reborn, I just get a little more done each time. But it was fun to get this updated for the first time in like…years? The next part is actually kinda close, but the few after are a bit of a mess.

Funding Problem was another Maggie story (still my fav), and I posted one part of it. This has CHANGED completely. Maggie is no longer the main character, and the first part is much different. I have combined this story with the Sorority War,s which is a long-talked-about one that I have many pieces done but never posted. So all the times I mentioned Sorority Wars and Funding One, it is now just one story. That’s the furthest away, but it's a big ol mix. I have a bunch of random chapters and fights done. The game aspect is really fun, though

Home Invader is one of my oldest that just kinda ended in the middle of the weekend battle. That was lame. Considering it was like the 3rd story I ever wrote, I think it needs a BIG fix-up. But I want to finish Carrie and Elise’s second fight! It was getting weird, but fun too.

And then, all the other small ones I keep mentioning.

I also have the outline of another Maggie story. But in the later timeline again. Her and Dorothy, with some Amber (still my other fav) thrown in, and maybe one or two more characters. So maybe…5 long stories instead of 4.

Ok, wow, this was a long update, and hopefully some people cared to read it. If not, sorr,y haha. Also, I saw a few questions thrown my way on older posts about stories and characters. I don’t respond sometimes cause it bumps the story, and I don’t want all of them to be up top. I think I answered a few here, but if I didn’t, I’ll go check them back out.


TLDR: More to come, but not sure when.
That’s all. Cheers everyone.

[JB57]

Hi King,

I absolutely loved this story, especially part 2. The fight between Eve and Olga was great - I wish there was more and even more buildup there - maybe a description of them going pussy to pussy at some point. I hope that this is not the last we see of Olga in this story. The rest of the story was also excellent. I will need to re-read "A Cold Chill" to get myself back up to speed on Aria and the other witch. If I recall, they switched bodies at some point and it seems that is sitll the case. The entire premise of the town developing into its own world and Scarlett being held by the other witch are very intriguing. I think that you have really developed this story nicely from the original and I'm looking forward to the rest of it.

Also, I know that the third part of your "Trailer Park Brawl" series was not on your list, but i hope you get around to it soon. I'm dying to see what happens between Beatrice and Torrie!

Fantastic work, as always.

JB

[YuriLesboLover]

You and Dnld posting new stories on the same day. It’s not my birthday, is it? I’ll check out both ASAP

[pjaz12345]

Oh I remember reading this story. Nice callback of magical sexfights & a great new installment & I loved the LENGTH of it. Longer the better, lol. Love your long stories.

And did you just mention "FUNDING PROBLEMS" & "SORORITY WARS" being one BIG SAGA story? Damn, Thats the most exciting news of my sexfighting story calendar. I just love the Maggie saga & glad to know its your favorite too.

And another Maggie story with Amber & Dorothy? DAMN, it just makes my heart race. Dorothy is one of my favourite characters. I wonder how her wedding would be.

Take your time. As much as you need.

Now, I'm happy to know that besides the Maggie Saga stories, there are other stories in works too. Even the solo stand alone ones.

I don't care about which story comes first, hehe.
As long as you post, it just makes my weekend better.

Your weekend timings are the best!
Stay healthy, Keep writing, Take care.

[YuriLesboLover]

Sorry, King but between my personal life, writing my Cops and Robbers remake and rereading Cold Chill, it’ll be a while until I get to this. I still can’t wait though. You always deliver

[literaturelover]

Yuri ,How are you doing ? Take care .

[YuriLesboLover]

Finally managed to read this. The master of the slow burn strikes again. I was expecting the two new witches to be forced into a fight with the two previous ones but this is quite the curveball. Can’t wait for more

- - - Updated - - -

Yuri ,How are you doing ? Take care .

I’m fine. Just a pretty busy week that’s finally over

[kingofdapirates1]

Part 3

Slap! The two women met with their palms and fingers interlaced. But the clapping sound came from their hefty breasts crushing together, sending out a ringing sound in the eerily quiet night. The large fire from the camp cast the two women’s shadows and emphasized their already lusty forms as they struggled around the tents and wagons of the group. The blonde woman won a few feet, but the redhead seized them back and then sent them both down to the grass in a ball, while the other campers watched with wide eyes at the erotic spectacle. The two naked women rolled on each other, fingers still interlaced, attempting to hold the spot atop their rival and use their thick chests to pin the other woman down for good.

“You are going to regret inviting yourself into my tent.” The blonde snarled into the redhead’s face.

“You are going to regret trying to stop me.” The redhead growled back, and she surged, winning the top spot back and flexing her bouncing ass and pussy hard down into the woman’s body. She forced her marbled thigh up and into her opponent's wet sex, trying to grind it. But the blonde took hold of the long red hair and tore it to the left, forcing the redhead onto her side.

“You bitch!” Scarlett snarled, but the blonde only responded by forcing their mouths together. They sloppily and angrily kissed, tongues pressing front to front as they fought several battlegrounds on the dusty ground. Each woman’s pink nipples became spikes, their arousal impossible to hide from their enemy as they rolled again, still kissing furiously in a mesh of spit and tongues.

But on the next roll, they separated for a brief moment, losing their grip on their rival’s thick locks as spit went flying from out of their mouths. But only for a moment. They were up on their knees in a flash and slammed their chests together again with an even louder slap of womanly meat, continuing this incredible titfight in the open air. They mushroomed and then swung their tits, side to side, up and down, the balls of fat jiggling and crushing into an equal-sized pair. Both women groaned and growled as they took and lost inches in this sexy battle, sweat droplets flying off them. Then they wrapped their arms around their rival’s thin waist, letting their tits do all the talking as they settled into a push fight. Back and forth, their fat asses flexed, and their thighs and hamstrings burned as they struggled to throw down their rival once again in this increasingly sweaty struggle. Both pairs were mushroomed, and their lips came closer, daring to start another kissfight.

“You fucking bitch. I’m not going to let some lost bitch fuck my man!”

“You need to learn to share, Porita! And it’s going to be a hard lesson with me around now!” Scarlett snarled back and spat on the blonde’s face.

But the blonde only smirked as the saliva ran down her chin. “I’m going to be teaching you a lesson, Scarlett! Right now, and then again, as my night bitch for the rest of the moon cycle!” Portia snapped and, with a powerful surge thanks to her powerful ass, she twisted and threw the redhead down to the ground once again with a thud. Scarlett groaned, and the blonde flipped her hair back, “Got you, and now I’ma fuck you good.” Portia taunted, her right hand free and sliding down Scarlett’s body until she found the treasure.

“Bitch.” The redhead snarled, but, as good to her word, the blonde began to finger the pale redhead on the ground. They squirmed on the grass, the blonde taking control as the redhead’s body reacted to the pleasure that started to spread. In fact, Scarlett’s sex felt like it was on fire, the fingers going in and out of her roughly, and her clit growing from the sensations. “Fuck!” Scarlett snarled as she slapped her rival’s back and heart-shaped ass, but the blonde only smashed their mouths together in response once again. But now Scarlett was angry, and used her control and desire to fuel her. The wife of the troupe leader suddenly gasped as her tongue was forced back, and Scarlett began to dominate the wet kiss that had been started to silence her.

They grunted and slurped on the ground, the blonde woman trying to force off the bitch in the grass, but the redhead’s resistance was extraordinary. Then, with a muffled cry, the wife was forced to take her cum soaked hand out of the redhead’s pussy. She tore at the red hair in an attempt to separate their locked mouths, but her tongue was being sucked like a vacuum and trapped by the newcomer’s dark lips while forceful hands held her head close. Then, Scarlet surged, a hunger in her that had only been awoken by the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She flipped their bodies, and they broke apart as Porita’s wet tongue came free. But while the blonde gasped, Scarlett crawled and took hold of the arm and hand of the wife that had been inside her sex, and twisted it roughly. “Ah! Fuck!” Portia cried as Scarlett wrestled her. The wife resisted for a minute, but slowly Scarlett successfully used her leverage and forced the blonde face down in the grass.

Scarlett spread out on top of her opponent and used her big, slightly sore tits to pin the blonde’s toned back and press her down into the earth. “Ugh, no!” The hot blonde cried, trapped under the redhead, her ass jiggling as she tried to crawl or twist out of the pin. But it was no use, and the redhead’s long fingers were already teasing her inner thighs between her thick ass cheeks. “Now, who has got who?” Scarlett taunted as power seemed to fill her muscles and sex. She spanked the blonde woman’s big ass and got a hot little moan in response. “Submit now, and I won’t embarrass you further in front of your man and the troupe.”

“Fuck you!” The blonde snarled, trying to escape by bucking, but the redhead held firm and made good on her threat just as Portia had done minutes ago.

Scarlett began to aggressively fuck her rival with three long fingers right off the back. Portia’s tight, dripping sex was split wide, and she groaned in pleasure as Scarlett explored her pussy with force. The sexfight had turned one-sided, and the travelers were quietly watching their lead dancer be dominated on the grass in front of their roaring fire. The trapped woman groaned and screamed in frustration and pleasure for almost three full minutes until she came with a high pitch and a gush of sex into the redhead’s palm. Scarlett smiled and kissed the back of the blonde’s soft neck, ending their sex duel only a foot from where they had started.

The blonde moaned into the dirt, her cheeks red in humiliation. But the newcomer wasn’t about to just let her wallow in her defeat. The long-haired redhead slowly released the pressure off her rival just enough to flip her over to her back, so that the winner could press her fat tits directly down onto the other juicy pair. “Ugh.” The bottom groaned as she was forced to accept her defeat. Scarlett’s grin grew, and she licked her opponent’s face slowly with a long, drawn-out ‘ahhh’, before forcing her way into her rival’s mouth for a final long kiss. She toyed with the other woman’s tongue, then ran her own across her opponent’s teeth and gums, exploring every inch before she was satisfied and breathless.

She separated their sticky lips. “Looks like you're my bitch for the night, Portia. And with that, your husband is my toy.” She taunted, and the blonde just glared. With a laugh, Scarlett released her from the body pin and stood up, sweaty and victorious, over her conquered sex rival. What an interesting two days it had been for her.

Scarlett had woken up in a horse-drawn wagon when a group of travelers had found her unconscious, naked, and alone on the side of the old forest road. They happened to be musicians, going from town to town to perform their show for coin. It wasn’t unusual for strange happenings to happen, they told her, especially when traveling the forest road, but finding a beautiful woman like Scarlett in such a state was even a first for them. They asked many questions, and she answered what she could, but she had little clue of where she was or how she had even gotten there.

But she could remember from the previous day and her witch's duel with Eve. She could still see the fiery hand grabbing them, the magic flowing around, and she could hear the haunting voices in her head. Eve and she had unleashed something…were they both witches? Or had the orb truly been as powerful as she had suspected when she had seen it on Eve’s table?

So many questions, but for now, all she knew was that she had been teleported into a new world by some means. And she would need to learn fast if she had any hope of returning. Luckily, the traveling group was just as interested in speaking about their own country as they were asking questions, and Scarlet took in as much information as she could over the day she traveled with them. A beautiful country, they called it, with several small towns spread across the green land wrapped in mystery. But the more the new arrival pushed for details, the more vague they were with their answers. And what was most interesting to Scarlett was when they finally spoke of a Queen, a hauntingly beautiful woman who lived in the great castle next to the largest town of Limor near the centre of their land.

“We performed for her once. Oh, many years ago. A sight one does not forget.” Marcus, the leader of the troupe, bragged as they finished setting up the camp for the night. Several of the good-looking men and women agreed.

“And what does she look like?”

“A slut.” A blonde woman named Portia answered as she unloaded some food from the back of the largest wagon. She was Marcus’s wife, and the lead dancer who gave a shrewd look at Scarlett that said, ‘like you.’ She dropped the supplies where the fire was being prepared.

“Haha! Careful, dear, out here we can say that, but you know better than to speak poorly of her as we head into the towns.” Marcus replied, rubbing his neck as he glanced around the darkening sky. He was a handsome man, with large muscles like a woodsman and a thick brown beard. Imposing, but Scarlett noted he seemed strangely nervous by that comment from his wife. ‘Interesting.’ She thought. Perhaps this Queen was someone who could help her, but Portia just snorted. “Of course.” But her eyes shot daggers at Scarlett. They had already shared a few nasty stares over the last day and a half, and already there seemed to be a deep unspoken tension between the two women.

“Well.” Marcus continued, glancing between the busty girl's back and forth. “We are a day or two from the next town, Sorya. We can drop you off there, or you can hitch on and stay till we reach Limor in a week or two. The biggest town in this country, as I said before. We make our way there every few months. Good money, and the local tavern is a favorite of mine and my wife’s."

Portia laughed at that, “Oh, hoping Olga and I see each other? You are very brave this evening with your words, dear.” She replied, but it was said with a teasing tone as she swatted her husband's knee and then kept her hand there possessively. Scarlett eyed the gesture and felt a little smirk come to her lip. “Ahh, that is a very kind offer, Marcus, but I wouldn't want to be a burden.” Then she grimaced suddenly and let out a little cough.

“Something wrong?” Marcus asked worriedly, but Portia’s eyes narrowed.

“Ohh, sorry, this vest is just a little tight for me. Apologies, Portia, I guess our sizes are a bit…different.” Scarlett complained, hiding her devious smirk. She leaned forward and showed off her two ample tits, threatening to pop out of the traveler's vest that she had borrowed from Portia. It had actually fit annoyingly perfectly when she had first put it on, but with a few extra pulls, Scarlett sold off her discomfort easily. The wife let out a subtle hiss, while Marcus ignored it, sensing the heat rise.

“Ah, well, I’m sure my wife has something else you can borrow until we get to the next town. And you would not be a burden!” He spoke, switching the subject quickly away from the outfits. “If you are willing and wish to pay us back, we could always use another dancer for our performances next evening. My wife could show you the ropes. Lord knows you two would make quite the sight on stage!” The leader of the group eyed the beautiful woman in front of him, and her chest in particular, which drew all eyes.

Scarlett nodded, “Well, that is very kind of you. I am happy to join in any performance; it is the least I can do for the help you all have given me.” It seemed the safest bet to stick with this group until she had more info about this world or could at least get to a town. But Portia did not seem thrilled at the idea of a new dancer, and Scarlett wasn’t fond of the wife’s catty little comments as they traded a few more barbs over the next hour. It didn’t help that there was something in the air, and Scarlett could feel her pussy ache every minute that passed. This world…it seemed to make her horny. All she could think about was sex, hot, aggressive sex. She wanted to fuck her husband as hard as she could, but even more, she wanted to humiliate the wife and then fuck her even harder. It was just like the books of old; she used to read about sex witches. How they seemed to draw women to them, even unconsciously, into conflict. She had always thought herself a witch; she had dreamed it, and now it seemed more real than ever.

As the second night drew in, and delicious alcohol was served with juicy meat for dinner, Scarlett and Portia let any sense of veiled politeness drop. Even though she was a newcomer, the troupe seemed infatuated with Scarlett, and she sat extra close to Marcus with the only intention to infuriate the wife, and it worked like a charm. Porita had had enough when Scarlett placed a hand on Marcus’s upper thigh, and she slammed her jug down and wiped her mouth clean of the brown ale. “We haven’t even seen her dance! I’m not going to waste my time with some random naked woman we picked up on the side of the road! Who knows where she came from or what her intentions are? I don’t like it, or her!” Portia announced loudly and got a nod or two from the group, but most stayed quiet. Her blonde hair was down in two long pigtails, and she was shockingly sexy with an incredible body that matched Scarlett’s in nearly every way. She had a button nose and some freckles, thanks to her deep tan on her face and arms. The redhead couldn’t help but lick her red lips even as Portia verbally attacked her. ‘God.’ She was even more tempting than her husband, and by the look the wife was giving her, she must have felt the same about Scarlett deep down.

“Oh, I promise I have no ill intentions towards any of you. I’m just so thankful.” Scarlett replied sweetly, giving doe eyes to the group, who smiled back. But her eyes flashed with maliciousness at Porita in particular when they passed by the wife, “And, I doubt you will have to show me much at all. I’m very skilled in using my body, in many ways, dancing, one of my many talents.” Scarlett purred with a sip of ale, and the wife shot her a nasty glare while her husband seemed to squirm at the very words between them. “In fact, if you need to see an example, Portia, I can dance for the troupe, and you right now.” She offered and then stood without an invitation. One of the other men who had been watching the little spat caught the message and began a light bit of music with his drum that was thankfully close by. Scarlett blew him a quick kiss and then began to sway her hips sensually to the beat by the fire. If Scarlett’s words had been a sip of potion, the dance was a pint of it. The troupe watched the beautiful, pale redhead move with a sexy grace, and she purposely stepped in front of Marcus. The belly dance was hypnotic, and her tits seemed to sway to the sound as more of the musicians joined in. She was in a simple outfit, a light brown travel dress and vest, but the dress slit up the leg to allow her to move, and the vest was like a corset and pulled tight, pushing up her chest. Portia had refused to give her any undergarments, but that didn’t bother Scarlett in the slightest as she used the slit in her dress to tease what was beneath.

Portia looked furious, and I had half a mind to stand and dance her own sensual show. But she didn’t get the chance as Scarlett finished with her tits near Marcus' face, and a kiss on his cheek. Then, she whispered just loud enough for him and Portia to hear, “If you want to see more, I’ll show you and your woman some tricks in your tent tonight.” And that was it. The next thing the group knew, the troupe’s wife and the newcomer were chest to chest in front of the evening fire.

“Say that again. I dare you.” Portia spat, her chest pressing against the tight vest of a similar style and color to Scarlett's.

“Hmm, I said I would show you, and your man, how I would fuck him dry in your tent and maybe even show you the ropes,” Scarlett repeated with a few extra words and a hiss.

Then, a direct challenge was given and accepted, and the two women stripped out of their dresses to nothing in the open. Portia’s body was not just all tits, and she had an ass and legs to kill for. She looked strong and seemed very up to fight, and Scarlett felt a thrill finding such a perfect body to compete with her own masterpiece against. A battle of women would settle their dispute, and the winner would get her prize, whatever she may choose.

And that is how Scarlett found herself standing atop Portia, the hot blonde wife and lead dancer of the troupe. Their titfight turned sex duel was now complete, and the newcomer had won. But now Scarlett was even hornier than before, and her hunger would not be denied as she licked her fingers clean of Portia’s tasty cum.

“Well, it looks like I will be sharing your husband’s tent tonight,” Scarlett spoke, running her foot over Portia’s big tits, jiggling them slightly with her toes. The beaten blonde’s blue eyes flared as she leaned up on her elbows and glanced over at her man, who looked shaken, but annoyingly excited at the prospect of fucking this newcomer.

“But I’m feeling kind, Portia. You helped me by picking me up off the road yesterday, so I will be a bit merciful with you tonight. If you eat me out right now in front of everyone, I’ll let you join us in our tent for a threesome. That way, you can at the very least watch as he cums in my mouth and pussy instead of having to just sit outside imagining it.” The newcomer teased, winking at her rival.

The embers in the blonde’s bright blue eyes burned even brighter at the offer. “Cunt.” She snarled, but, opposed to her words, she nodded and allowed Scarlett to lower herself onto Portia’s face in a schoolgirl pin. Then, the wife began to suck the new woman’s erect clit with her soft lips and lap up her nether region with her tongue in masterful strokes. “Ohh, very good. Wonderful, you weak, pathetic slut.” Scarlett mused as she enjoyed the first part of her victory. Not wanting to delay her threesome, however, she allowed her muscles to relax and then came with a loud sigh of pleasure about two minutes later. The blonde swallowed all the discharge and slapped the redhead’s bouncing bubble butt in revenge, but her humiliation and Scarlett’s pleasure were only just beginning. “Incredible.” Scarlett sighed, but she needed more, and now. Standing up, she ordered Marcus to their tent and led a crawling Portia behind him like a dog with her blonde hair as the leash.

Once inside, carnage lust took over, and Scarlett let any inhibitions go. She was horny, and this place, this world, made her crave sex with a relentless desire. The titfight with Portia felt like the perfect appetizer for what was to come, and she planned to enjoy every second of it. She pushed Hector down and mounted the well-endowed man on the floor, his thick cock slipping into her tight pussy. Portia hissed, but stayed to the side as Scarlett fucked him until she was ordered to suck the redhead’s bouncing tits. The blonde snarled but did so, and then it really got going as the woman exchanged licks and words. The night flew by as the trio was lost in the passions of a threesome. The blonde woman was consistently being held back by her master of the night, and the redhead took what she wanted from both of them. Draining them and herself with their amazing bodies. After making the man cum four times, he could no longer go on. But it took another two hours of tribbing and 69ing before Porita was finished. Yet, Scarlett finished the night by waking Hector and making him cum directly into her mouth, and then forcing the blonde to drink it out of her as they tribbed. It was hot, nasty, and Scarlett felt incredible as she came again on the blonde’s pussy for the final time. Their clits had dueled, but Scarlett used her prior victory to ensure that Portia was never able to trib back evenly.

She felt a power in her, like this world was built on magic and sex, and that the women and men here were made for it. When she finally got Portia down for good, Scarlett admitted she was tired as well. Then, she joined them shortly afterwards with a satisfied smirk on her lips and closed her eyes for rest.

But outside the humid tent, things were happening. Without making a single noise, long, wet vines had come creeping out of the old forest and into the camp. They moved on the ground like green garden snakes coming to the entrance of the tent that Portia, her husband, and Scarlett occupied. Slowly, they slipped through the flap and began to softly wrap themselves around the sleeping Scarlett. The redhead was completely unaware that her body was being wrapped like a cocoon in the night. The vines had already covered more than half her body when Scarlett’s hazel eyes shot open, her senses finally picking up the danger. She looked down at her trapped body and tried to let out a scream, but the vines gagged her mouth before any sound could be made. With a sudden snap, she was then pulled out of the tent and away from the camp with frightening speed. The fire had died, and the only light now came from the stars and half moon as she was dragged towards the edge of the forest. She tried to chew off the green vines, tried to free her hand or her foot and tear them off, but a wave of malicious energy came from the old woods and overwhelmed any sense of force she could muster. Her long, free dark red hair became littered with leaves as she unwillingly entered the forest. The light of the moon vanished behind the finger-like branches above her, and she lost all sense of time as her vision went dark.

Part 4

The vine that covered Scarlett’s eyes was suddenly released, and that allowed her to see after a few blinks. She was no longer being dragged across the forest floor, but she wasn’t free. The nude redhead was hanging in the air between two massive oak trees with the green vines still fully wrapped around her arms and legs, spreading her out like a star in the sky. She found herself in an open meadow surrounded by the ancient trees of the old forest. But the moon was visible here and provided a silvery light that seemed to make the leaves glow. Scarlett gasped as she tried to pull her arms and legs free from the entanglement, but this only made the plant ropes tighter as she struggled like a fly in a web.

She looked around frantically for anything or anyone to help, but all she could see were the trees around her. That, and a large dark pool of water in front of her, which the light reflected off of as well. Her eyes traced the shore, as her ears picked up the sound of splashing. Once her eyes had fully adjusted, she could see on the far side a natural waterfall coming from an unseen river above two great slapped rocks. And under the flow was a stunningly beautiful woman washing herself in the moonlight. Her long, jet black hair cascaded down her back as the water shot off her incredible curves. She was paler than the moon and had one of the best asses that Scarlett had ever seen in person, even from this distance. A shot of desire flowed through Scarlett, but also a fire seemed to ignite inside…a challenging energy, but with it also a warning. The mixed feelings were clear…this woman…she was very dangerous.

The woman in question seemed unbothered by Scarlett watching her from afar as she bathed. She took her time, rubbing every inch of her smooth skin with a sweet-smelling soap that filled the meadow with its fragrance. Then, once she was lathered with purple bubbles, she again stepped into the flow and washed it all away with a lovely sigh that echoed between the trunks of trees. ‘Wow.’ Scarlett thought, distracted again by the beauty of the woman who sent the redhead into an almost trance-like state. Only when the woman seemed satisfied that she was clean did she step away from the waterfall. She then began to walk through the dark pool towards where Scarlett was trapped. The pool seemed shallow, only making it to the woman’s waist at its deepest point as she approached the two oak trees. With grace, she stepped up several small stone steps out of the pool, a few feet away from where the redhead was held.

The beautiful, soaked, and very naked woman eyed Scarlett, then, with the wave of a hand, the vines released the redhead softly to the grass floor. “My apologies. My vines can be intrusive at times.” The woman spoke in a kind voice as a silky green robe appeared, carried by two bats from the sky, and was pulled over her body. In the moonlight, it was nearly translucent, and the raven-haired beauty’s curves were still on full display all the way down to her nipples.

“Who…who are you?” Scarlett asked, her voice dry and raspy. She stood slowly, covering herself with her hands, unsure of what to do in front of such a woman.

The woman smiled, almost playfully. “My name? Hmm, I guess it’s Mallory, but my name is unimportant. What is yours?”

“I’m…Scarlett.” The redhead spoke, and she answered. She shook her head, and the haze-like trance faded slightly and then vanished as her wits returned. ‘What…was that? A spell? She wondered as the woman’s smile lessened slightly for a brief flash.

“Scarlett? Very pretty. Tell me, where are you from? How did you arrive in this land?” The black-haired woman asked as she rested her chin on her thumb with her robe still undone and her labia and sex openly visible.

“I…I don’t know.” Scarlett answered, trying to keep her eyes on the woman’s angelic face and not her impressive rack or smooth pussy. She felt wary, and the sense of danger pulsing in her veins made her hesitant to offer up any more free information to the mysterious stranger. The raw magical power she had sensed pulsating from these woods seemed to be radiating off from the woman in front of her.

“I see. Do you know where you are?” The woman questioned with a playful tease of her eyes, beginning to pace in front of the redhead back and forth in small steps.

“I…yes. The land of Hesita. I am a dancer, traveling with my troupe and performing town to town.” Scarlett lied with the knowledge she had learned from Portia and the rest of the caravan. She sounded far more certain than she felt.

“A dancer? Interesting, I see you have the body for one. I so wish we had time for you to perform, but alas, we do not.” The woman noted with a lusty stare before continuing, “How unfortunate you ended up in the cursed land of Hestia of all places.”

“Cursed?” Scarlett questioned warily.


“Cursed, indeed. I have been here a long, long time, and truly was beginning to despair it would be my fate for eternity. But, then, just two days ago, I sensed a long-dormant power come alive and a split in the fabric of this world, and now you are here. Finally, it seems my long wait is over. Thanks to you, Scarlett.”

“What do you mean? I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about.” Scarlett replied impatiently, and she moved her hands from her tits and nipples to her hips, letting her girls stand high and free. Standing a little straighter and trying to look brave and confident, she shot a little glare at the woman, who seemed amused at the change of tone and stance.

“Ahh, I guess we should just get to it, huh? Neither of us has time to waste, apparently, not anymore. Well, this world you find yourself in…it is more or less a prison. My prison, mine…and another.” The person named ‘Mallory’ explained with a bitter tone. Her pacing seemed more like stalking as she moved around the redhead.

“A prison…you mean the orb was a prison?” Scarlett wondered aloud, but then pursed her lips. ‘Fuck.’ She thought as the woman’s slightly sharp ears seemingly perked up, and a wide smile broke out on her pink lips.

“An orb? Interesting. So my world is simply an object we were trapped inside of? My theories have long suspected it, but it is nice to finally have it confirmed. Damn that creature.” The woman cursed, "Centuries, waiting for a chance, forced to work with my greatest enemy to no avail. Years of planning foiled again and again. But no further. No more failure. Whoever you really are, Scarlett, you have given me hope, and that hope…well, it will lead to many great things.”

“You seem to like to speak in a lot of riddles. I still don’t know what you are talking about, but I’m not going to help you with whatever you are trying to do. You can just show me the way out of this forest, and I will be on my way.” Scarlett replied, ignoring the rambling. She crossed her arms again and widened her stance further. Their heavenly bodies seemed like a good match, and if it came down to it, Scarlett felt she had a chance to beat the bitch down if that was what was required to get away.

“Ahh, well, that is where you are wrong. I can sense your magic; you are a witch. Inexperienced and young, yet this prison is built for women like us. Though I do not sense the level of power from you that I would have expected, it is no matter. You were the missing piece of my plan, and a perfect conduit of immense energy."

Scarlett just shook her head. “Ok, I’m done here. You sound deranged. I’m not staying in this world or this prison of yours, and I’m not helping you escape or whatever. But you are right about one thing. I do have magic, and I can get out of here myself or deal with you if you try to stop me.”

“Can you?” The woman replied, tilting her head as she waved her hand again. The thick green vines came alive and took hold of Scarlett’s limbs before she could even take a step backwards. She was hoisted back to the same position in the air she had been before the start of their conversation, spread wide by the vines and exposing her entire body to the other woman. “I spent years…YEARS working on my plan. I spent decades part of the Golden Council as one of their so-called ‘hunters’. Hunting other witches and demons under the guise of purifying the world of them in the name of the light. Yet, all the while I was absorbing their powers and becoming the most powerful witch of all time! A thrill like no other, it was quite fun at times, luring allies to their deaths.”

“But, at my moment of triumph, I finally led one of the order’s most powerful hunters to end one final problem. I encountered another witch on a similar path of mine, and our confrontation did not end as planned…for either of us. But, with you, I shall finally be free of this place, and of her, and I have you to thank you. I promise to make sure you feel some pleasure as I take your essence.”

“If you think I’m going to let you…”Scarlette started, but was cut off as a vine looped around her throat and began to squeeze threateningly.

“Please. I’m being kind…But I will get very harsh very quickly if you talk back or struggle too much. Make it easy on yourself, enjoy the pleasure you are about to experience. If you are lucky, you might not die. I can’t guarantee it, but who knows! Mallory had such luck when we fought all that time ago.”

‘Mallory?’ Isn’t that her own name?’ Scarlett thought in panic, but when she was able to force her head and mouth free from the vines, she only had one thing to say. “Fuck you, bitch. Let me go!”

“No.” The witch replied again lazily, and she sat down on a smooth wooden seat with a moss cushion that moved to catch her as she fell. “This will take a while, but I think I will very much enjoy watching you struggle.” She added with a malicious grin on her dark red lips. Then, standing from her seat as quickly as she had sat, she stepped forward and touched Scarlett’s open pussy, running a single finger up and down the smooth pink slit several times. Scarlett hissed, but her body reacted to the beautiful woman touching her core, and the redhead’s wetness could not be hidden. After just a few seconds, she felt some of her cum drip out of her pussy and onto the woman’s finger. The witch brought the discharge to her lips and coated them like a gloss. “Ahh, amazing.” The sex witch moaned as she stepped back and muttered something, something that sounded like a spell.

Suddenly, two floating hands appeared out of the air next to the green-robed woman. They looked like men’s hands, with long, thick fingers as they hung there. Their appearance was already creepy, but the fact that they looked like they had been awkwardly sliced off with an ax made Scarlett freak, and she struggled again against the plants.

“To her. Coat her in oil and collect her essence.” ‘Mallory’ motioned towards Scarlett, and the hands moved as ordered, floating forward. One gathered an empty stone bowl and placed it under Scarlett, directly beneath her spread-open sex. The other retrieved a similar bowl that seemed full of the slick oil that ‘Mallory’ had requested. “The fuck!” The redhead cried, but the hands were now on her with an unexpected roughness. The floating palms began to rub and lather up Scarlett’s body with the warm oil that made her squirm. “Ugh!” The trapped woman groaned as the fingers worked slowly and maliciously into her curves and muscles, thanks to the slick material. Each hand cupped one of the large breasts, coated them evenly, then pinched her erect pink nipples as they hardened due to the ministrations. Scarlett moaned again and again as they ran over her suspended body in the air. They rubbed down each long pale leg, tracing the toned lines, and then slipped between the redhead’s thick, strong ass cheeks and teased her hidden erogenous zones with firm pressure that made her pant in heat.

“God! You bitch!” The redhead groaned as she was groped by the two floating hands for almost five minutes. Her pussy began a steady drip down into the stone bowl, and her struggles only made the vines tighter once again. It was impossible not to be turned as she was groped over her smooth sex and body, squeezing her ass and nipples when she jerked too hard. All the while, the black-haired witch sat back on her wooden throne and watched with an eerily creepy smile. Finally, the hands had completed their work, and Scarlett was completely oiled up as they removed the now empty bowl. The redhead flipped her long wet hair back and let out a huff, glaring at her captor, “Scared you can’t beat me fairly, huh?” She taunted, seeing if she could get a rise out of her tormenter.

“Ha.” The witch laughed, eying the redhead but not taking the bait. “Oh, sweetie, you are a fly in a world of spiders. I don’t feel like wasting any more of my time with the likes of you, even as tempting as your form is. Not when so much time has been wasted already in this place.”

“You sure? I bet in a witch’s duel I would have you.” Scarlett gasped out before the vine around her neck squeezed in tighter, choking her lightly.

At least at that, the witch seemed to roll her red eyes, but her ears perked. “A witch’s duel? That ancient tradition? Why would I agree to that when you are already beaten? You don’t have the power to fight me, even sexually. But since you seem so keen and asked, I’ll give you a taste of what would befall you if we indeed had a witch’s duel.”

With a flick of her wrist, Scarlett was pulled higher towards the leaves, high enough so that the witch could stand directly under her spread legs. The black-haired witch had stood and waited as the plants carried Scarlett over to her. Then, the vines lowered the redhead directly onto the witch’s open mouth as she tilted her head open. In this insane position, the witch began to eat Scarlett out, latching on with her lips and running her tongue between the pale redhead’s ass and pussy freely. “GOD! Fuck!” The trapped woman cried, straining against the vines to no avail. She was slurped by the witch's tongue from this position of power, and her enemy’s tongue went deeper and deeper even as oil spread on Mallory's face and cheeks.

After a minute, this ‘Mallory’ stepped back, licking her red lips with a loud sigh. “You taste wonderful, and oh my, your cum is exactly what I needed! Keep fighting this orgasm; it makes it all the sweeter. It will be the first of many as I take your essence for good.”

Scarlett let out a whimper. It felt so good, and was so terrible at the same time. ‘Is…this how I die?’ Scarlett couldn't help wondering with a slap of regret. She had just seen magic for the first time! She was a real witch! She could do anything if she just had time! But now it seemed it would all be for naught, and she would never get to grow it. Thanks to this fucking hussy.

‘Hold on.’ A voice whispered in Scarlett’s ear as she struggled to control her sex and body. The strong floating hands were back on her, and the witch was again watching with a wicked grin. ‘I shall help you, young witch.’ It said again. Scarlett had no idea where it was coming from or whose voice it was. She couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman, but the red-eyed witch seemed unaware that a voice was speaking to the captured redhead. Yet, hold on to what? She was going to cum soon, very soon, especially if the witch got back into the action instead of just letting her minions' hands grope the prisoner endlessly.

Suddenly, just as Scarlett felt her sexual will crack, she found herself speaking words she did not know. It was like someone was using her body as a messenger, and she uttered them without understanding them at all. But whatever they were, they sent the trees in the meadow shaking and the pool to thrash with waves. A wave of energy like visible wind shot out of the eyes and palms of Scarlett and sent the black-haired witch flying back with a surprised shriek. The oily hands vanished, and vines shrivelled into nothing. Scarlett fell the short distance back to the soft ground, this time landing on her feet.

The witch's eyes looked up, glowing red. “You…come here!” She yelled, and then muttered a few words with Scarlett’s cum still on her lips. New vines came alive again, shooting at Scarlett with lightning speed, but they crumbled when they hit an invisible shield made of the same energy that had caused the blast. But ‘Mallory’ did not quit, and as more vines attacked, the barrier flashed brightly and seemed to waver. “What the hell is this!?” The witch hissed, pausing for a second in surprise, but then her voice went calm. “There is no escape. You will surrender all your magical essence to me! And I’ll leave you a corpse.”

The witch laughed creepily, summoning more vines, but these were not green. In fact, they were long and pink, like wet tongues. In fact, as they neared, it was clear they were tongues, but still moving like the vines! They began lashing the ball of light around Scarlett again and again, as the redhead flinched from each impact.

The same soft voice filled her mind once again, “ Jump into the pool; it’s your only chance.” It spoke clearly, even over the impacts of the long, gross tongues dragging on the barrier like they would her body when it fell. The unexpected magic was the only thing standing between herself and the powerful witch.

“The pool!?” Scarlett repeated loudly, but the voice didn’t answer. She had no choice but to trust it. The energy of the shield around her was faltering, and she would have one chance. She took a breath and prepared herself, whispering a small luck spell she remembered from her books.

It all happened in an instant. The shield broke like glass, and the witch launched herself forward in the air with incredible speed and power, amplified by some magic. Her black hair flowed behind her, her red eyes flashing, and her nails, now suddenly longer like claws, aimed for Scarlette’s neck. But as the witch came flying in closer, she suddenly slowed in the air; and her eyes went wide in surprise.

‘GO!’ The voice yelled, and Scarlett did not need to be told twice. She ran past the near-frozen witch and made for the pool, her big tits and ass bouncing as she sprinted in the nude. It seemed further than it had been, but she somehow reached the edge, looking down into the dark, still water. She should have dove, but she feared hitting bottom after watching the witch walk through it. She heard a scream from behind her and looked back to see the black-haired woman running at her now at full speed, the slowness spell having ended.

With no other option, and her fear of the witch overwhelming her fear of the pool, Scarlett jumped into the black water feet first. It was bitterly cold, and she braced herself for the impact of the bottom, but surprisingly, her feet touched only water. The pool was seemingly deep, far deeper than she expected. In fact, she ended up fully submerged and was sinking slowly. She had no idea how this was supposed to help her escape. The wood witch would just wait until Scarlett had to come up for air, and then maybe drown her! She forced her eyes open and found herself able to see just as well in the dark water as she could on land. What kind of pool was this? She wondered as she moved her arms and legs in the water. She looked up towards the surface and the shore where the wood witch was standing with a confused expression, looking down into the pool.

Scarlett continued to sink, and her lungs were starting to ache. She tried to swim in any direction, but it made no difference what she did, even though she felt like she was in water. Unable to last, she sucked in water, and the ache disappeared. “What?” She said, as a few bubbles came out of her mouth with the word. She could breathe! She was going to escape!

But at that second, a hand took hold of her long flowing red hair! She hadn’t even heard a sound, but her enemy had not given up the chase. The witch ‘Mallory’ had dived into the pool and caught up with Scarlett! The witch sneered at the pale woman, her arms flexing with inhuman strength, trying to drag the redhead back up against the flow of the water.

“Let go bitch!” Scarlett yelled, and unlike before, this time she wasn’t tied up and helpless. She kicked her feet and this time it worked. She shot up and raked the witch’s shoulder with her nails. The witch snarled and used one hand to claw her rival back. Both women hissed underwater as their wet bodies met in the scratching struggle. The witch’s magically extended nails would have been more effective, but she struggled to fight the current and Scarlett at the same time. And unlike her, the witch was holding her breath, something Scarlett realized. The pale redhead kicked her opponent's taunting stomach and forced a large amount of air from her mouth. But the witch responded, slapping Scarlett’s body and leaving a red scratch mark on her right tit.

But the kick successfully freed Scarlett; the two women floated apart. The witch glared at her arrival, but she was out of time and air. Turning away, the black-haired woman was forced to swim back to the surface, while Scarlet began sinking again. She watched the beautiful witch ascend, her incredible ass cheeks flexing as it kicked. But that was the last thing she saw, because suddenly Scarlett seemed to flip and whatever power had been on her was gone!

She couldn’t see, and her ability to breathe in the water was also gone! Her lungs burst into sudden agony, and she forced her arms and legs to move and swim up. Four big strokes and she broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. The water was surprisingly warm, and she shot her head around with a splash, looking for the witch, but there was no sign of the raven-haired beauty. In fact, she had no idea where she was. She was no longer in the forest or the dark pool. Instead, she found herself in the centre of a small lake on the top of a grassy green hill with the clear night sky above her. Realizing she was alone, the initial panic faded, and Scarlett slowly swam once again until she reached the muddy shore of the lake. She crawled through the wet muck a couple of meters to a soft patch of grass, where she collapsed and rolled onto her back.

She lay there for a few minutes, resting, her eyes closed and her mind whirring. “What the fuck?” She muttered to the starry sky, recapping the past few days in her brain. She focused on the start. The duel with Eve. The orb. The fiery hand. She had been teleported, or pulled into the orb; that much was clear.

Then, she had been abducted by a real witch who was imprisoned in the same orb. And apparently, Scarlett was the key to the woman’s freedom.

Well, she had no intention of letting that bitch of a witch use her or take her essence to freedom. Opening her hazel eyes, Scarlett stood up to take in her surroundings. She was standing on a high hill, overlooking a wide green valley. Her sight seemed stronger than it usually was in the dark, and the bright moon and stars helped. From this vantage point, she could see several villages dotted in the distance. On an even higher hill, seemingly many miles away, stood a large stone castle with a single tall tower illuminated with a red glow. Scarlett felt a deep chill in her core as she took in the view. Even further beyond the castle seemed to be the vast, untamed forest that she had been camping in front of with the travelers just a few hours ago.

The magical pool had indeed teleported her a far distance and to safety by some means. But the longer Scarlett stared at the woods, a second chill spread on her body. There was a magical pulse that Scarlett could somehow sense radiating from the trees even at this great distance. It felt…angry…wrathful even and pulled at her soul. But when she focused, she found it wasn’t the only pulse in the air. A similar pulse was coming from the large stone castle, like two beating hearts pounding in the quiet night. The wood witch had mentioned there was another witch trapped in this world...one as equally dangerous as the black-haired woman. So two witches to avoid for now, and then there was also Evellyn.

Eve…Scarlett's thoughts turned to her rival now. The chestnut-haired wannabe witch and her bitchy attitude seemed like a small affair now. It was safe to assume that Eve would have been pulled into this magical world, but it was also safe to assume that Eve was dead by now.

Scarlett thought about whether she cared or not, and bit her finger lightly as she considered her next move. If Eve was alive, she may be of some help in figuring out whatever the hell had happened to them and how to get out. A rustle of tree leaves behind her made her jump and come back to the present. The first thing she needed to do was find a place to hide. That forest witch would be looking for her, and she felt like every tree and flower was spying on her naked form even here on the hill. The closest town looked about five miles away, and was one of the furthest from the castle and forest. She would start there, and at the least get more information. Naked, she began to walk down the hill like a nude goddess, a cheeky smile on her lips. Even after the mortal danger she had been in, she could feel her own magic for the first time. Like a flower coming into bloom and the power in her reach. She would make sure that if she and that witch ever crossed paths again, the bitch would pay.

To be Continued....

Hope you enjoyed the first 5 parts of this story. Always thankful for the comments and likes.
Till next time.

[JB57]

Looking forward to reading this!

JB

[YuriLesboLover]

Excellent work as always. You always know how to up your game and give us something innovative and kinky. I can’t wait for Scarlett to face “Mallory” again