4- The Sorceress Series -A Witch in Time by JB57

Hello Board! Here is a new story, based heavily on part 2 of Kingofdapirates' story "Darkness Reborn." I found the encounter between Eve and Olga in that story to be especially stimulating and exciting. This story is heavily based on that one, especially parts 1 and 2. However, parts 3 and 4 will be much different than the original. The story is almost finished and I will post one part a week for the rest of the month.

In terms of my own stories, this fits as part of the "Sorceress" series and I have labeled it as such.

Enjoy!

JB57

A Witch in Time, Part I

Esme’s head cleared slowly. As the fog lifted, she became aware that she was lying on her side on the rough mattress of a bed that was not her own and in a room that she could not identify. She also realized that she was completely nude under the thick, soft sheet covering her lush body. The young sorceress rolled onto her back and willed her mind to clear more quickly. She did not feel that she was in danger and she knew that this confusion was a natural side-effect of the powerful spell she had used to bring her to this dimension, place and time, but that did not make her situation any less precarious.

Esme sat up in the bed and looked around, taking in her surroundings, knowing this would speed up the process of memory-recovery. The room was small, containing the large bed she was on, a sitting chair, an ornate, full-length mirror hanging on the wall, and a wash basin on a chest by the window. Sunlight streamed in the window, which was slightly ajar to let in fresh air. She could tell the time was the late afternoon, maybe early evening if she was in a northern region.

As her mind slowly settled, the door to the room opened and a young girl stepped in. The girl was thin and gawky, with straw-colored hair and light blue eyes. She started when she saw the naked woman sitting up in the bed.

“Oh! You’re awake!”

The girl was carrying a pile of clothes. She placed the pile on the chair and approached the bed tentatively. Her eyes were shy but also avid with curiosity.

Esme was grateful for the translation spell she was using. She recognized the girl’s language as a multiversal variant on German. Good, she thought to herself. This confirmed that she had probably ended up in the place and time she was targeting.

“How long have I been here, fraulein?” Esme asked.

“A bit less than a day. My father and I found you last evening, on the side of the road, just outside town. You were naked and we could not see any signs of baggage around or anything else on you. Father carried you here and called the doctor. He said he could not find anything wrong with you. You’ve been resting ever since.”

Esme nodded. The spell was performed in the nude and clothing could not survive the multiversal journey anyway. That explained her nakedness upon arrival. Another side-effect of the spell was that it put its users into a deep, deep -almost coma-like -sleep. She had protective spells placed on her but they would only activate if she encountered someone or something with hostile intent while in her vulnerable state. The people who had found her and helped her obviously had no such intent. Still, she would have preferred she had not been found. Now, it was impossible to conjure the clothing, money and other necessities to make her way in this world and create a plausible covering story. She decided her best course of action was to pretend she had amnesia -which wasn’t entirely untrue. That should forestall any difficult questions until she had a better grasp of the situation.

“What is your name?” she asked the girl.

“I am Gerda.”

“Thanks so much to your father and you, Gerda,” Esme smiled. “It is always wonderful to meet such kind, good people. I must have been attacked by bandits while I was traveling but I admit that I have no memory of it. It may come back with time.”

The girl nodded, wide-eyed. She gestured to the pile of clothes. “I brought you some clothing and some towels. My Mama picked them out. She thinks they should fit. There is also a brush and a teeth cleaner.”

“Thank you again.”

“I will tell my parents that you are awake. They will send for the doctor. He should look at you.”

“Please, don’t send for the doctor. I will be fine. However, please tell your parents. I would like to thank them profusely for their kindness.” Esme paused, then continued. “I cannot recall where I was going. What is the name of this place?”

The girl looked worried, but she replied quickly. “You are in the city of Fossen, miss. That’s about a two-day carriage ride from the capital, Reitgart. You are in a room at the inn called “The Princess and Boar.” The girl hesitated. “Are you certain that you don’t wish to see the doctor?”

“Thank you the information, Gerda. I promise that I will ask to see the doctor if my memory does not fully return soon.”

After the girl left, Esme slipped out of the bed and used the basin and a wash cloth to wash herself off. After she finished, she examined her gorgeous body in the full-length mirror, to be sure she was not sporting unseen injuries. She was a tall, black-haired beauty of 25, in the prime of her youth. Her heavy, perfectly shaped tits hung imposingly from her chest. Despite their great size and weight, the meaty glands needed no support. Thick, brown nipples crested the succulent flesh. Her abdomen was well-defined with ridged muscle centred around a deep, narrow navel. Her womanly hips curved out from her narrow waist, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. Her ass was thick, round and taut. Her legs were sculpted with muscle. Her crowning glory was her fat-lipped, clean-shaven pussy.

Esme was a sorceress. She had cast an elaborate spell to take her to a time, place and dimension in the multiversal realm where she could find a particular, powerful mystical artifact. The spell had brought her here. She was in a version of medieval Europe, in one of the many German-speaking principalities of the time, but she could sense it was a place with many differences along with similarities to the place she knew from her world.

Esme examined the clothing that Gerda had left for her. She pulled on a pair of brown traveling shorts that fit snugly to her firm butt and wide hips, and a white blouse that she buttoned up low enough to leave considerable cleavage. Her tits shifted enticingly under the rough-spun cloth. She had no undergarments. For her feet, the girl had left her flat shoes that slipped off easily. She made a mental note that she would need to find heavier boots for traveling.

Esme used the primitive toothbrush to clean her teeth and the brush to smooth out her thick black hair. Her hosts were being very solicitous.

There was a tentative knock at the door. She opened it to find Gerda standing on the threshold.

“My parents have asked that you join us for dinner. It is served in 30 minutes. Would you agree to be our guest?”

“It will be my pleasure and honour. Please give your parents my deepest appreciation. I look forward to meeting them.”

“Miss, do you remember your name?”

Esme paused for a moment, putting on a bit of an act. “Yes,” she said, “Yes, I do. It is ‘Esme Baier.’” She gave herself what she knew to be a common German surname. She almost used her real name of “Dumont” but realized she could not be sure of what the history was between this kingdom and the equivalent of France in this new world. There was a good chance that relations were tense.

Gerda excused herself and Esme went back to her bed for a brief nap, knowing that sleep was the best cure for her spell-induced memory-loss and tiredness. Traveling in time and space was always hard on the mind and body and she knew she would not be fully herself until she had another good night’s sleep.

A half hour later, Esme left her second floor room and walked to the end of the corridor, where a wooden staircase descended to the tavern below. Esme stopped at the top of the staircase and examined the big, bustling room below. Supper hour patrons were crowding in. Esme noted that all of the people in the bar, men and women, were unusually attractive, far moreso than they should be in a medieval world. She wondered if this was a strange quality of this world and dimension.

As Esme walked down the stairs heads turned and eyes lit up as the patrons took in the delicious body and beautiful face of the mysterious traveler. Esme felt the immediate attraction, the growing lust, that greeted her appearance. Inwardly, she smiled, but she avoided making eye contact with any of the lustful glances directed at her. She wanted to get a better feel of this place before she began to indulge her own desires.

Four bar maids served the crowd, all of them dressed in traditional German serving wench outfits. They were all pretty and filled out their dresses nicely, but one particular blonde woman was the standout attraction. The woman was gorgeous. Her lightly tanned flesh glowed and golden curls and flashing green eyes drew attention to her beautifully sculpted face. As she moved around the bar with trays laden with beer and heavy meat dishes, flashing an appealing smile, her bountiful chest bounced and quivered and her voluptuous hips swayed enticingly. Esme’s brown eyes followed those quivering glands and swinging hips. She licked her lips as she imagined what that succulent, meaty flesh might taste like in her mouth, what those tits might feel like, pressed tip to tip and mass to mass with her own thick rack.

An older woman approached Esme as she stood at the foot of the stairs. The woman was beautiful and voluptuous too. She seemed to be in her mid-40s. Her arm was linked with that of a handsome man of about her own age. The man sported a bushy, grey-flecked mustache and a chiseled jaw. Gerda trailed the couple.

“Welcome to our inn, Frau Baier,” the woman said to Esme in guttural German. “I am Marta Muller, the innkeep. This is my husband, Samuel. He and our daughter, Gerda, found you on the side of the road. You’ve already met Gerda, of course.”

Esme bowed low to the family. “I am Esme Baier. I am endlessly grateful to you and Gerda for rescuing me, Herr Muller, and bringing me here. I hope I can reward your kindness in some way. Until then, please accept my heartfelt gratitude.”

The handsome man smiled. “Please, call me ‘Samuel’. We did only what any decent person would do on finding a distressed traveler.”

“Please, join us,” the woman said, gesturing to a table near the center of the room. The table was already set with a hearty meal of meat and potatoes and summer greens. The party sat, Esme facing Marta and Samuel, with Gerda off to the side. A large jug of wine was on the table and Samuel filled everyone’s mugs. Even Gerda received a half mug of wine.

The older woman gave off a powerful matriarchal energy that made Esme feel at ease.

“We are glad that we were able to help you,” Marta said. “Do you remember what happened to leave you beside the road?”

“I cannot remember the details. I know who I am and why I was traveling but I can’t recall precisely what led me to be left naked at the roadside. I don’t have any indication that I was abused, though it seems strange for brigands to strip me of my clothing and yet not take further advantage.”

Samuel nodded. “The doctor said the same thing. It is good that you were not harmed, of course. But why were you traveling by yourself? Do you remember enough to tell us? It is dangerous to be a woman traveling alone, especially on the back roads.”

Esme hesitated. The cover story she had prepared before she left began coming back to her. “I am a scholar from the university in Leiden. I study local folklore and customs. I was traveling to Reitgart. I was planning to spend a few days here, doing my research, before I continue on.” She decided to tell a creative lie. “I recall leaving Leiden on a carriage, but I have no memory beyond that. When Gerda told me I was in Fossen, it sparked my memory and made me realize that this had been my temporary destination. I am glad I made it.”

Marta nodded. “If you are traveling to Reitgart, you may be linked to the Countess. That may account for your strange situation. The Countess has some strange…habits.” The blonde woman looked troubled for a moment, but then her eyes cleared and she smiled suggestively. “Well, you certainly seem like the kind of woman the Countess would like to meet. She has always been a very… intellectual woman. Very serious about her studies. She works very hard. She plays very hard too.”

Samuel smiled. “Oh yes. Back in the day, Marta spent some time…’playing’ with the Countess.”

Marta smiled at Samuel, a decidedly flirtatious grin. “The Countess is a remarkable woman. She taught me a great deal. I have done my best to pass on her lessons.”

“The Countess is so lovely!” the girl, Gerda, suddenly interjected. “I have only seen her one time when she passed through the city and visited with Mama, but she was so beautiful!” The girl appeared a little breathless as she remembered. Her eyes cleared as she looked at Esme. “But you are beautiful too, milady! Maybe as pretty as the Countess!”

Esme smiled at the compliment and decided to probe further. While her memories were still hazy, she knew that what she was looking for likely was possessed by a local sorceress and this Countess may well fit the bill.

“What’s your impression of the Countess? I’ve never met her myself.”

“Oh, she is beautiful!” Gerda repeated. “She must be quite old, yet she looks no older than you!”

“Gerda!” Marta snapped, her eyes flashing. The girl looked chastened and ducked her head. “You know you must be more careful in what you say!”

Marta looked at Esme carefully. “It is true that the Countess is …remarkably well-preserved. However, this is not something we speak of with strangers.”

Esme nodded, but she did not need to hear more. The Countess was now at the top of her list as a possible witch.

The conversation turned to other things and Esme learned as much as she could about the town and its surroundings. She knew that any bit of information could help her find the artifact she was after. The conversation could help jog her memory about important facts that she might have forgotten.

Esme allowed herself to relax, to laugh and drink and joke with the others. She enjoyed the warmth and the wine. Marta and Samuel were gregarious and excellent hosts. They were clearly well-suited for their chosen professions. Gerda was charming, too. Esme frequently caught the girl stealing shy glances at her and she realized she may have acquired a fan. The girl did see her body naked and Esme suspected that was part of what the youngster found so intriguing about her. The girl was certainly old enough to have a sexual awakening and Esme idly wondered how this experience might affect her.

As more drinks were consumed, the party’s tongues loosened even more. Around them, the din of the tavern increased as the patrons became more drunk and the dinner crowd gave way to the people coming in for a night of drink and good cheer.

Marta looked at Esme speculatively. The older woman’s cheeks were ruddy, showing she had imbibed maybe a bit too much alcohol.

“You know, a woman who looks like you could do very well in this town. But if you meet with the Countess -oh, that should be good.” She leered a bit. “I think you and the Countess are going to have a great deal of fun, indeed.”

The jug of wine on the table was empty. Marta raised her mug and the blonde, buxom barmaid that Esme had noticed earlier came over to fill it and to refill the mugs of everyone else at the table. Up close, the woman did not disappoint. Her body was every bit as luscious as Esme had thought. The woman’s dress was held up entirely by the swell of her pendulous tits, leaving her smooth, muscular shoulders bare. The dress dropped low on her cleavage, exposing a great deal of her impressive breasts. The heavy load on her chest shifted deliciously. The women’s golden locks bounced like her boobs. The bar maid’s green eyes sparkled and she shared friendly glances with the innkeep’s family. When her eyes locked with Esme’s brown orbs, however, the smile faded from her beautiful face.

The two voluptuous young women gave each other obvious stares of desire and confrontation. At this distance, they were close enough to show off their impressive chest to the other. The blonde leaned forward, her massive tits almost spilling out of her dress, the garment staying in place only by hanging on the blonde’s thick nipples, leaving a hint of areola. The blonde gave Esme a challenging eyeful as she refilled the black-haired woman's mug. The blonde definitely won the cleavage display. This did not stop Esme from thrusting out her own chest enough to roll her massive tits under her blouse. She could feel her hard nipples pushing at the rough cloth.

The standoff lasted only a few seconds before the barmaid moved on to the next table. There the men knew her and Esme watched as they panted like dogs at the blonde’s big breasts and shapely, firm ass as she took their order and filled their mugs.

Marta had watched the spicy encounter between the two buxom young vixens with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, it looks like you and Ilse have noticed each other. I knew you would, the moment I saw you coming down those steps! Like calls to like. Ilse is one of my proteges. She works for us in the bar at night. As you can see, she is very popular.”

Esme could certainly see that. Her hungry eyes followed the blonde’s rippling ass, which was so tightly gripped by her dress. Esme knew the hunger she was feeling was directly connected to her identity as a witch. Ever since she had been inaugurated into the sorcerous rites, her appetite for intense sexual pleasure had increased significantly. She could sense the same kind of needs in the blonde barmaid.

“I wonder which of you could pin the other?” Marta continued with a salacious grin. “I bet it would be a great little match.”

The barmaid glanced over at Esme and Esme returned the stare. She loosened another of the buttons on her blouse and leaned forward, allowing the blonde beauty a more generous view down Esme’s shirt, to see the heavy, meaty rounds of her tits. Esme wanted to make sure that Ilse knew there was another big breasted woman in town. Marta noticed the little taunt and smiled.

“I’m sure my customers would enjoy that show. But I think it would be best for you to retire for the night. You’ve had a tiring, stressful day and you need more sleep. Don’t worry, I’m absolutely positive that Ilse will be happy to ‘talk’ it out with you later.”

Esme glanced at Marta. The older woman was right. No matter her hunger now, Esme had a difficult day. She needed more rest and she needed to finish healing. The chesty blonde barmaid could wait for later. She did not want to ‘talk’ things out with the woman when she was at less that one hundred percent.

Esme excused herself and said her ‘good nights.” She decided to ignore the intimate challenge that was building between her and this ‘Ilse’, at least for now. As she made her way up the stairs to her room, Esme and the barmaid exchanged final, defiant stares. She could feel the blonde’s heated gaze following her up the stairs. She put a bit more swing in her ass, giving the woman something to see. The tingle between Esme’s legs spiked and her nipples tightened and throbbed. She smiled secretly to herself, her erotic hunger becoming ravenous just for a moment.

In her room, Esme stripped down and washed herself using water in the basin. She cleaned her teeth and used the brush that Gerda had left on the chair to smooth out her long, thick black hair. As she brushed, her eyes lighted on the locked room door. She had a brief vision, a spike of anticipation. If she unlocked the door, she had the distinct feeling she might wake up sometime that night to find the barmaid in her room, naked and dripping, ready to mount her and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her…

Esme grunted and pushed the image out of her mind. As much as she wanted it, especially at that moment as her sexual hunger raged like a fire in her loins, she knew that she was not ready to take on the blonde bitch. She needed her sleep. But tomorrow – well, tomorrow was another day altogether.

Esme settled onto the bed and pulled the sheets tight around her. She drifted off, falling into a deep sleep. She did not stir when the doorknob turned late in the night, after the tavern had closed, or when the lock rattled gently, or hear the gentle footsteps walking away.

To be continued:

Very, very nice but one thing. What exactly is Esme’s hair color supposed to be? At first it’s described as black but then it’s called red, then she’s called a brunette and then black again

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Originally Posted by YuriLesboLover

Very, very nice but one thing. What exactly is Esme’s hair color supposed to be? At first it’s described as black but then it’s called red, then she’s called a brunette and then black again

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Hi! My mistake - her hair is black, which (I believe) includes brunette, but she is not redheaded. I don't know how that slipped in. I'll fix it.

EDIT: I just found out that brunette and black-haired are not the same. i'll change that too. I have not found where I referred to Esme as "red" but I will read the entry more carefully and find it.

EDIT II: I found and fixed (I think) all of the errors. Thanks again!

Take care,

JB

A sexfight story set in magical Medieval Europe? Definitely count me in! I'm excited to see where it goes. You never disappoint JB. A chapter each week sounds like a tempting promise. Thanks for your efforts.

A provocative start. I also like the play on words you've used for the title.

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Originally Posted by indris

A provocative start. I also like the play on words you've used for the title.

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Thanks! I was wondering if anyone would catch that!

JB

A Witch in Time, Part II:

When Esme woke the next morning, her memories had completely returned. She felt that the confusion and memory loss she experienced was a bit worse than was normal for the teleportation experience. She made a note to investigate why that may be the case when she had more time.

Esme treated herself to breakfast in the tavern and set up a tab with Marta, with the promise she would pay for her food and use of amenities when she was able. Marta’s faith that Esme was actually a researcher from the university was enough for her to believe she would eventually get the money she was owed. For her part, Esme planned to conjure the money she needed and then claim that she was able to convince a local bank to provide her with a letter of credit. She did not want to leave this town owing money to her hosts who had been so helpful and kind.

Now that her memories were completely restored, Esme knew that she was seeking a powerful mystical amulet mounted on a necklace. It was a necessary part of a more powerful mystical device she and her order were building to protect their world. Working in her room, Esme cast a spell to detect the amulet. She was not surprised that the spell indicated the artifact was about 50 km away in the capital city of Reitgart. She was increasingly certain that she would find the necklace with the Countess.

For the rest of the day, Esme explored the town of Fossen. She wanted to learn as much as she could about the world she now occupied. She knew from experience that every little bit of knowledge could help. She investigated the alleys and side streets, stopped at bookstores and cafes, and generally gathered information. She needed to know what about this place corresponded to her world and what was different. She wandered into the outskirts of the town, passed some of the farms and watched some locals fishing in a tributary of the main river running through Fossen. The town was quaint and quite beautiful. She could not help but notice that so many of the people in the town were beautiful too. That fact seemed out of keeping with what she knew of medieval Europe and she wondered what could account for it. After a day of watching well-muscled, shirtless men working in the fields and gorgeous, bountifully gifted women working on the nearby farms or walking, fashionably dressed, in the town, Esme returned to the inn with her craving for a sexual encounter higher than ever.

As she walked into the inn, Esme immediately saw Ilse, the sultry blonde barmaid from the night before. Ilse was wearing a simple long puffy dress. The single garment gripped her bulging chest, leaving her shoulders bare and doing nothing to restrain the heavy load from rolling and swaying as she handled the many jugs and pints of beer for the guests at the inn. The dress narrowed at her waist, traced her wide, strong hips, then flowed down her long legs. It draped itself tightly over her round, powerful ass. Esme thought that the woman looked just like the German barmaids stereotyped on television, except Ilse filled out her traditional dress better than any of them.

Esme walked up and waited at the bar. Most of the patrons were being served in their seats. It was just past sunset and the tavern was filling with the evening crowd. Another employee, a man, moved quickly to take Esme’s order at the bar. As he approached, he was stopped by Ilse, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I’ll handle this one, Hans,” the blonde beauty murmured. Hans nodded and hustled off to deal with more customers.

With a swing of her womanly hips, Ilse walked to where Esme rested her back on the counter as she faced out towards the tavern, looking at the patrons.

“What can I get you?” Ilse asked, her voice a bit clipped with just a hint of hostility. Esme smiled inside as she felt her excitement and anticipation begin to build.

The barmaid had not waited for Esme’s order but was already pouring her two pints of beer into a large stein.

Esme did not turn around, but she did turn her head just slightly. “What you’re pouring is fine but, instead of a mug, I think I would like to drink from your little girly tits,” she purred. Esme was not going to play around. She wanted to fuck this bitch, fuck her dry, after beating her into sexual submission. The looks they had exchanged last night said that they both knew what they wanted from each other, what was going to happen between them.

The blonde woman finished pouring and looked at Esme’s back, a hot, teasing smile on her beautiful face. “Just want to get right at it, hm? That’s fine. I’m more than happy to take you on any way you want. It’s been a while since a traveler appeared in my town that looked and acted like you.”

“Yes, I do want to ‘just get at it’. Marta said you enjoyed a little tussle and so do I. I’d love to see where we end up by the end of the night.” Esme turned to face the barmaid. The green and brown eyes locked and flared as the women’s sexual energies grew more and more powerful.

“I’m all up for a little tussle, little girl,” the barmaid drawled. “But I wonder if a little slut with little girl tits and a little girl pussy can handle what I’ve got. I really enjoy pinning cocky women down by their tits and making them eat me out.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Esme purred, her voice low in the growing din of the tavern. “I’d be happy to take you on down here, in front of everybody, but I really want to start with you up in my room, so I can do things to you in private. That is, if you are woman enough to follow me up there.”

Esme’s pussy was on fire. She could see Ilse’s hot brown nipples practically piercing the cloth of her tight dress.

“You ran up there alone last night,” the barmaid smirked. “It didn’t seem like you were up for a challenge.”

“Please, I’m not about to meet you for a titfight the first night in a new town after I’m exhausted from a hard day,” Esme replied.

“That sounds like an excuse, little girl,” the barmaid murmured. “I guess you aren’t all that confident in your abilities, are you? But, regardless, I’ll happily start in your bed. I’m going to do things to you that you’ll never forget. But only after I have made you submit to my breasts… and my cunt, of course.”

Esme felt a surge of erotic excitement roll through her body. She smiled viciously, her eyes burning. Her expression was mirrored by the buxom barmaid, who looked every bit as excited and aroused as Esme felt. It was apparent that not just witches were up for a little sexual competition in this world.

“Wonderful,” Esme smiled. “I was hoping we would fight and fuck. It seems we are speaking the same language. But I’d like to know what the winner gets when she conquers her opponent?”

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

“And what does a ‘night bitch’ do?” Esme whispered sensually, her body radiating heat in every cell.

“A night bitch does whatever her mistress demands. She sucks, licks, eats, and takes what she is ordered to take and do as long as the moon is in the sky the night of her defeat. Does that scare you, Esme?” Ilse teased. She knew Esme’s name, which surprised the raven-haired sorceress a bit.

Ilse leaned across the bar, her big boobs fully displayed, juicy and thick. Her ass stuck out on the other side, her round, taut buttocks emphasized by the flowing dress.

Esme leaned towards Ilse, her massive tits resting on her side of the bar, her cleavage deep and inviting. The women’s shirts were tight against their swelling nipples. They were almost nose to nose as they hissed their intimate threats.

“Not at all,” Esme smiled. “In fact, it makes me want to start right now. I want my night bitch for the maximum amount of time the moon is in the sky.” Esme nodded her head towards the stairs where, at the top, her room waited.

Ilse’s ravenously hungry smile grew. She pushed closer, until her nose actually touched Esme’s nose, until their sweet breath washed over the other’s face. The women’s blazing eyes burned into the other.

“You know, I went up to your room last night, after I was done my shift. I tried your door. It was locked. I was disappointed. I thought we had both felt the same thing. I thought we both wanted the same thing. Now I see that you locked me out.”

Esme felt the heat in her pussy flare like a star. Fuck, she wanted this bitch. She wanted this fucking bitch so badly.

Ilse pulled back. “I’ll be finished in an hour. Be a good little girl and wait at a table. Then, when I’m done, we can go play all night long.”

Esme was much, much too horny to wait a moment longer. But Ilse had already walked away to serve some men at a table and left the young witch to seethe at the bar with her mug of warm beer. Esme was not one to be told what to do. She resented being made to wait like a bitch. Like a night bitch. But she did not want to look like a fool just standing by the bar alone. She stepped over to a small table with her drink and sat down, brooding for a time, feeling the tension and heat in her sexual organs growing more and more unbearable. Esme watched Ilse as the blonde barmaid worked the room.

Then Esme noticed two very handsome men at a nearby table. She realized they had been watching the intimate interaction between her and Ilse with focused attention. She had no doubt they realized what was going on between the two beautiful women. But, more interesting, Esme noticed that Ilse had been glancing at the men as well, focusing her attention on one of them in particular – a tall, well-muscled young man with long brown hair.

Esme waited alone for ten minutes, then she decided to have some fun. She walked over from her table to that of the two men, her hips swinging seductively, her large tits shifting deliciously under her half-open blouse, the meaty masses rolling hypnotically with each step. Without asking, she sat down, and the men looked at first surprised then overjoyed that the sexy traveler had joined them. Smiling, Esme glanced over at Ilse and saw that the blonde was glaring at her while tightly gripping a cleaning rag.

“This is what you get for making me wait, you cunt,” Esme thought. She giggled at the men and turned up her flirtatious affect tenfold. She touched the men lightly, teased them, let them stare down her open shirt at her deep, alluring cleavage. She openly invited the men to compare her luscious body to that of their favorite barmaid, a comparison the men seemed delighted to make. She soon learned that the tall, brunette man was named Tywin and he was courting Ilse. “Even better,” Esme thought gleefully.

Ten minutes after Esme began flirting with the men, Ilse appeared at the table. Esme had expected the intervention. The barmaid slammed two mugs of beer on the table. The men seemed torn between which pair of spectacular, succulent tits they wanted to openly ogle.

“Hello Tywin and Clive,” Ilse smiled through gritted teeth. “Here is beer on the house. I got off early but I just need to show your new friend to her room.” Ilse turned her savage smile to Esme. “Will you follow me, please?”

It was a terrible lie, but the expression of fury on Ilse’s features kept the men quiet. Both of them were sporting swelling erections as they contemplated what the two women were about to do to each other in the privacy of the traveler’s room.

Esme sighed and got to her feet. “And we were having such a nice conversation… but I’m glad you’re finally free. I was afraid you had forgotten.” She turned her playful eyes on the men. “Thanks for the fun, boys. Maybe I’ll come find you tonight and we can continue this little chat.”

Esme turned and walked away from the table, swaying her powerful ass, so tightly sheathed in the brown shorts. Esme’s muscled bare legs flashed as she walked languidly across the room, dragging out the moment, reveling in the anticipation of what was coming. Ilse followed Esme, her fists clenched at her sides. Esme ascended the stairs, flexing her thick, strong ass deliciously as she moved up the steps. Ilse glared at the perfect pair of buttocks all the way up until they reached the second floor.

“Enjoy the sight, bitch?” Esme taunted without looking back. She sauntered down the hall until she reached her room. She pulled a key out of her pocket and opened the door.

Ilse snorted derisively. “Yes, I’m enjoying the view, you slut. Don’t worry, I’ll make you kiss and suck my ass all night once I’m done with you. You’ll learn who’s got the better, stronger, more perfect ass between the two of us.”

Ilse reached for Esme but the brunette had already stepped into the room. Without turning around, Esme kicked off her flat shoes. In her bare feet, she marched to the far side of the room, towards the window. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. She heard the door close and lock behind her. Facing the window, she pulled the shorts off her hips, down her sculpted legs and kicked it aside with one bare toe. Now completely nude, Esme paused for a moment, letting the thrill of anticipation, of pure, raw lust, course through her. She loved duels like this and she savored the moments before the erotic confrontation started and she and her opponent would try to conquer the other with raw pleasure. She trembled with anticipation. She felt like she was going to explode with desire and excitement. She turned around to face her rival.

Ilse was standing just inside the door, also completely nude. The blonde beauty had kicked off her shoes and removed her entire dress by pulling it up over her head. The dress was lying in a heap on the floor. The seductive barmaid’s green eyes shone with pure lust and excitement.

The gorgeous, voluptuous vixens smiled at each other savagely, their bodies ready for combat, their burning pudenda juiced up and ready for the sexual duel to determine which of them would submit and be the “night bitch” and who would be the mistress.

To be continued:

Looking forward to reading this. Both the similar parts and the twists that are to come!

What a lovely chapter. Excited to see who ends up being whose night bitch! (Great term)

I look forward to seeing the direction you took this story in compared to King. Sometime, I should do something like this and give my own take on someone else’s story

A Witch in Time, Part III

The two beautiful young women studied the incredible nude body before them. The blonde beauty with the short, curly locks, sported massive, perfectly-shaped tits, capped by light brown nipples, now swollen with arousal, and tightly pebbled areola. Her full hips hinted at the big, juicy ass that she carried. Her entire body glistened with a bronze tan, unevenly shaded. Her abdomen rippled with muscle, centred around a deep, tight navel.

Esme drank in the other woman with her eyes. Ilse was gorgeous, every bit as much a perfect physical specimen as Esme herself. Indeed, the witch could not tell which of them had the better body. They seemed to be equals in every visible way. That thrilled her. She could not wait to get her hands on the blonde’s succulent flesh and begin groping, kneading, stroking, rubbing, biting, tonguing, kissing, grinding…everything she could imagine doing to such a luscious, ripe young body.

“Try not to scream too loudly when I make you cum,” Esme said. She stretched her arms over her head and leaned to one side then the other, stretching her obliques, deliberately rolling her massive tits to show her opponent exactly how firm and thick her meaty glands were. “I don’t want any of the other guests interrupting us.”

Ilse laughed lightly. “Don’t worry. The guests in this inn are used to tussles like this happening late at night. You met Marta. She used to be the best fuckfighter in this entire region. And she taught me everything she knows.”

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

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

Esme and Ilse walked towards each other, their incredible bodies pulled together like sexual magnets of opposite charges. Esme’s body tingled with excitement. She reveled in the anticipation, soon to be satisfied. The women closed the distance, meeting in the center of the room. Eyes locked, wet lips parted as they began to pant with need, Esme and Ilse met nipple to nipple. A wave of pure pleasure rolled through the buxom vixens as their hot, hard nubs met tip to tip. Nipple holes sucked and intimately violated each other. The women gasped with the intense sensations. They pressed harder and nipples rubbed and grated, then twisted together as their throbbing areola eclipsed. Esme grunted. She felt like she could feel every rough bump on the blonde’s coffee-brown areola lining up and grinding into her own slightly darker pair. The women kept pressing and the dense, thick meat of their breasts crushed and pulsated as it met and matched the meat of the other woman. Shocks of desire flowed down their limbs, into their burning pussies. Esme had a brief flashback to when she had first seen Ilse, when she had wondered what it would feel like to match tits with the barmaid. Now she knew and the sensuous pleasure was almost unbearable.

The juices from Esme’s fully aroused cunt trickled down her inside thighs. She was already unbearably horny and she and the barmaid were just getting started on each other. The women pushed harder. Their titmeat quivered as their massive glands mated and contended, supple fat giving way to the solid dense core of their breasts. Esme and Ilse pressed forehead to forehead, nose tip to nose tip, as their powerful, perfect tits struggled for supremacy. Esme placed her hands on Ilse’s smooth, muscled hips; the blonde barmaid looped her arms into the small of Esme’s back, pulling the raven-haired beauty closer. The women worked their backs, dorsal muscles rippling, as they rubbed the succulent flesh on their chests, mass against mass, nipples burning like stars, grating areola sending pulses of exquisite sensation coursing through their flesh.

Esme and Ilse’s powerful thighs crushed hard as the rivals wriggled and writhed in the center of the room, body against body, woman against woman.

“Women who pass through this town usually just get on their backs and spread their legs for me 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 against me,” Ilse whispered hoarsely, as she worked her rack harder against Esme’s matching glands. She was happily surprised at how thick and firm her opponent’s meaty breasts were, almost a match for her own. The pleasure pouring out of their struggling tits set every nerve in her body on fire and her pussy was wonderfully wet and hot and aching for more. She could already tell that her fuckfight with this black-haired slut was going to be something special!

“I may be traveling through this town for now, but I like the idea of having my own little maid to fuck whenever I come through here again,” Esme moaned in reply. “I’m going to enjoy your hot little body for a long time, whore.”

“Ha! I guess we’ll see about that, fucker,” Ilse gasped. “But I like the idea of having you as my fuck slave whenever you’re passing through. Let’s find out who is the better woman, little girl!”

Ilse slid her hand down Esme’s firm, warm belly, running her palm over the witch’s sexy navel, and down, down, until she cupped Esme’s hot, wet, naked pussy. She traced the woman’s slick, wet pussy lips, then pressed two fingers into the traveler slowly, teasingly, splitting Esme’s labia and stroking her soft inner core. Esme whimpered, the explosion of ecstasy forcing her to shut her eyes and clench her teeth in desperation. The gnawing pleasure inside her delicious body increased tenfold.

“Oh, you’re so wet already!” Ilse breathed sensually into Esme’s ear, her fingers teasing and taunting the slick inner lips of her opponent. “Did you spend all last night just thinking about fucking my hot body after you ran away?”

The room was becoming humid as the women’s lush bodies radiated more and more heat. Sweat beaded on their compressed titsand slicked the hot flesh, making their struggling, quivering glands slippery, adding more pleasure to the rubbing and mashing and grinding.

Esme slid her hand along Ilse’s belly and entered the blonde’s clean-shaven cunt, driving her fingers deep into the barmaid’s sopping wet womanhood. Both women used their left hands to please their rival.

“I bet as much as you thought about mine,” Esme snarled back. “You’re the one who came to my room in the middle of the night looking for a fuck!”

The sounds of the women’s pumping fingers filled the small, old room. The wet, sucking sounds of digits moving in and out of hot, wet, tight cunts was unmistakable. The struggling women moaned and gasped. Little whimpers of unbearable delight came from both. Esme and Ilse leaned into the other, letting their massive, throbbing tits take the weight of their voluptuous young bodies as their fingers teased and tortured their juicy cunts to the breaking point.

Esme had fought many sexual duels before. It was the greatest pleasure of her life. But something about this Germanic barmaid was filling her with a longing desire and intense pleasure greater than anything she had felt before. Ilse was not a witch but she had natural and trained sexual gifts that were driving Esme crazy. If the black-haired woman had not possessed sexual skills and gifts herself, she had no doubt the blonde would have finished her off easily. Esme was not a normal woman. Even so, the fire between her legs was growing unbearable. Every touch, every stroke, from the blonde bitch seemed ten times more excruciatingly pleasurable than what she had felt from any of her opponents in the past.

Surging forward, Esme pushed Ilse back, their lush bodies moving as one unit, the pressure between their mated tits increasing as the throbbing glands mashed even harder.

“Bitch!” the blonde growled as the traveler pushed her back into the wall, right beside the full-length mirror. Esme tried to pin her rival there, her fingers working the whore’s sopping cunt vigorously. Ilse never stopped fighting back, her probing digits delving deep into Esme’s pulsing genitals with relentless fury even as she tried to free herself from the wall. The blonde let out a snarling gasp as her big breasts were smashed hard and tight by Esme’s matching glands and she was held for a few seconds. Esme tried to keep Ilse pinned, but the raven-haired woman felt every muscle in the hot barmaid flex to get free. The women’s hard, taut stomachs pressed tight under their heavy, battling chests as their lush bodies aligned perfectly for a moment. Their deep, narrow, sexy navels sucked hard. Ilse pushed off the wall with her powerful ass and the furious sexfighters ended up back in the center of the room. The women’s foreheads pushed as forcefully as their struggling tits, their hot pants mixing, their ferocious glares filling their vision. Their arms remained extended, their hands and fingers lodged deep in the other woman’s sex, torturing each other. Their free hand was buried in the other woman’s thick hair, gripping tightly.

Ilse was trying to push Esme back onto the bed, where she hoped to mount the woman and finish her off. Esme hoped to push Ilse back onto the wall and then force her into orgasmic submission.

The women rested their chins on the other’s shoulder as they panted and moaned, their sweaty feet sliding on the wooden floor, their drenched bodies hot and slippery against each other. Esme brought their faces together, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. They breathed the other’s hot breath. Their red lips touched but they somehow resisted the deep urge to kiss and tongue.

“You aren’t just some traveler, are you?” Ilse gasped, her body molding itself into every hot inch of Esme’s womanly form. The pleasure was starting to crack the ferocious blonde and she squirmed into the fingers invading her wet, pulsating snatch.

“And you aren’t just some barmaid,” Esme replied. The overpowering sensations filling her throbbing genitals spiked and her aching clit longed to explode. She did not know how much longer she could withstand this overwhelming wave of ecstasy the blonde bitch was giving to her.

The sexual race continued as the beautiful, busty vixens masturbated each other in the hot room of the inn. The mirror on the wall reflected the devastatingly erotic scene of the women’s incredible matching bodies, pushing and grinding against each other in a ball of sexual frenzy and fury. Esme and Ilse’s pants, moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and more insistent as they fingerfucked to the end. The women turned in a circle, until Ilse was pushing Esme towards the wall and Esme was struggling to get the blonde onto the bed.

Esme felt the blonde’s expert fingers rubbing her G-spot. She felt her rubbery nipples digging into the soft, succulent warmth of Ilse’s chest. The erotic sensations were filling her senses, overpowering her self-control. She was trembling with tension in her deepest core.

The women leaned into each other harder and spread their legs wider. Cum dripped onto the wooden floor under them, both women’s cunts leaking like spigots. Esme kept rubbing Ilse’s now fully exposed, unbelievably swollen clit up and down. Ilse gasped and groaned but returned the clit teasing with equal skill.

They had been fighting for over twenty minutes and the beautiful women felt almost delirious with pleasure and passion. Their gorgeous faces were etched in agony as they pressed forehead to forehead, watching each other, willing the other to break and give her rival the victory. Vaguely, Esme registered that this was only the first battle. After this, they still had to fight another contest to get to the second orgasm!

The barmaid was incredible, the best Esme had ever had, but something kept her going and helped her to hold back what was becoming an absolutely massive orgasm. She could feel herself holding back a tidal wave of pleasure. In the past, the level of ecstasy she was experiencing now had broken her and cost her sex duels, but this was one battle she had to win. She had to make the barmaid her bitch! She called on every ounce of her strength and skill and, even then, she was not sure it was going to be enough. The juices flowing out of both women’s cunts splattered the floor in a continuous stream.

Suddenly, Ilse let out a wail. Esme felt the whore’s sexy cunt tighten forcibly on her pumping hand. Ilse’s hips began to thrust harder and deeper into Esme’s palm.

“Fuck! Oh, FUCK!!” the barmaid cried, her eyes shut tight, her teeth clenched in agony as she tried to stop the explosion that was already happening.

“That’s a good little maid, a good fucking bitch,” Esme spat into Ilse’s ear as the sexy maid’s amazing legs shook and widened even further. Ilse lost her leverage as she started to cum hard. She still kept trying to fight, to push Esme back and maintain some equality.

“You fucking slut! You traveling whore!” Ilse spat. Her ass flexed and her legs lost their strength as the devastatingly powerful orgasm roared through her. She leaned back and howled in satisfaction. Esme took advantage, freeing her hands and using them to grip Ilse’s beautiful ass tightly even as she pushed hard with her tits. She lunged forward with her legs and led with her taut, mammoth breasts. Ilse tried to resist being pushed back. Her arms were at her sides and her chest pushed up, trying to match the attack from Esme’s tits, but cumming hard while standing took a lot out of her and she struggled to keep up the fight. As the orgasm wracked her luscious body, she was forced to release Esme’s throbbing cunt and the black-haired woman used the respite to push the blonde bitch towards the bed. The women’s luscious bodies strained and crushed, flesh molded to flesh, as Ilse shuddered through her incredible orgasm.

They were panting and gasping, their lush bodies slick with sweat, when Esme finally forced Ilse down onto the soft bed with her boobs, using her thick, taut tits against the equally firm, thick tits of her rival. The orgasm that wracked her body had weakened Ilse, but the barmaid remained a force. Even with her advantage, it took several minutes of Esme and Ilse bucking and thrashing on the bed, their naked bodies writhing and grinding at each other, before Esme finally succeeded in pinning Ilse into the mattress. The barmaid continued to struggle but Esme held her down with her tits and pressed a strong, slick thigh into Ilse’s pulsing sex again and again. The powerful orgasm had brough Ilse’ clit out into the open and the grinding pressure from the witch’s thigh was unbearable. Ilse’s thigh was pressed into Esme’s wet sex too, rubbing at Esme’s tumescent clit, but the traveler was able to pull back whenever she felt herself close to cumming.

After nearly 15 minutes of vicious carnal combat Ilse let out a scream of anger then collapsed onto the bed with Esme’s womanly body crushing her down. The second orgasm was on the verge and Ilse knew it.

“You whore! You cunt! Fuck you…I submit. I’m your bitch for the night,” Ilse moaned angrily, surrendering before her opponent could force a second submissive orgasm from her. The blonde was pinned by the tits on the bed, under Esme. Their soaked pussies were firmly pressed by the other woman’s strong thigh, sending aching pleasure through their young bodies.

Esme wriggled her torso on top of Ilse’s, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Ilse’s titmeat mashed to her own. She smirked at the defeated barmaid.

“Good little girl. As per our agreement, the night bitch does whatever the mistress wants? Correct?”

Ilse hissed but nodded. “For as long as the moon is in the sky”.

‘Perfect. Then your first order is to go and get Tywin and Clive from downstairs. I’m in the mood for a hot, sweaty foursome tonight.”

“You whore, I’m enough for you by myself!” Ilse snarled, pushing her firm mounds into Esme’s delicious rack.

Esme raised herself up then slammed her thick chest back onto Ilse’s matching tits with a slap of breasts that made the blonde cry out in frustration and pleasure. The sorceress rubbed her hot, sweaty belly on the blonde’s flat stomach, causing their sexy navels to suck again.

“You’re more than enough,” Esme whispered. She shuddered in pleasure as Ilse groaned in satisfaction at the admission. “But just fucking you dry isn’t enough humiliation for a slutty little cunt like you. I want you to watch me fuck both of those men, especially the one who is after you. Maybe I’ll let you join, or maybe I’ll just have you sit in the corner and watch what I make them do to me. But that choice depends on how much back talk you give me over the next five seconds.”

Ilse blushed red in rage but there was a flash of curiosity and excitement in her eyes that Esme saw. The traveler could tell that the barmaid was not as against the idea of a foursome as she pretended. Esme rolled off of the blonde vixen. Ilse stood up from the bed. Esme watched the barmaid’s luscious bare ass walk away, looking thick and juicy with each step. By the door, Ilse reached down and picked up her dress from where she had discarded it. She pulled on the garment, but she still looked messy and unkempt. She was too sweaty, her eyes too feverish and her hair too mussed, for her to look otherwise. Barefoot, she slipped from the room. Esme got off the bed and stood beside it, her hands on her hips, facing the door.

Esme did not have to wait long. Only a minute later, Ilse returned with the two men, Tywin and Clive, hooked on each of her arms. The men were eager and excited, both of them overflowing with anticipation for what lay ahead, but they were still shocked when the door opened and they were confronted by the voluptuous, naked woman standing beside the bed. They stopped and ogled Esme’s magnificent nude body. Instantly, both men began to experience swelling erections.

Ilse dropped their arms the moment the three of them were inside the room. She pushed the door closed and locked it. With a single movement, she tore off her dress, wrenching it over her head and throwing it to the ground. Once again nude herself, she marched across the room and threw herself onto Esme, slamming their incredible bodies together. Their hungry mouths locked in mutual hunger.

This was the first kiss of the night between the women and it immediately absorbed both of them in its passion and intensity. Twin moans came from the oversexed women. Lips caressed, tongues twisted deep inside hot, wet mouths. The women opened their maws wide and rammed their orifices as deep and hard into their rival as they could. Their kiss locked deeper, deeper, their moans harmonized and grew more passionate. Their arms wrapped around their rival’s body and pulled their lush forms together as hard as they could. Their massive tits shifted and mashed. Their hands explored sweaty flesh and luscious curves until both sets found home on the other woman’s thick, juicy ass, kneading and groping the big, shapely pieces of meat.
The two men gawked at the incredible display before them, as the gorgeous traveler and the hottest woman in town swapped what seemed like gallons of spit as they drank from each other, as they kissed so long, hard and savagely that it looked like they were trying to eat each other alive. Their voluptuous bodies rubbed and writhed, every inch of sweaty flesh mated and searing to every inch on their rival.

For nearly five minutes, the two savage, lust-crazed beauties kissed ferociously, their mouths overflowing with shared spit that trickled down their chins and onto their mashed, quivering chests. Esme finally jerked Ilse’s head back by her golden hair and pushed the blonde away with a snarl.

“On your knees, you bitch,” Esme ordered Ilse. The men went wide-eyed as the sexy, defiant Ilse did as she was told. The maid did not look at the men, but only at Esme. Her green eyes shone with furious hatred and humiliation, but also excitement.

“Open wide,” Esme whispered. Ilse opened her mouth. Esme spit directly into the blonde’s open mouth, then drooled a thick wad of spit down. Ilse swallowed it, never breaking eye contact with Esme.

The women’s eyes locked, their mutual hate and lust burning like stars, filling them to overflowing. The night was just beginning.

To be continued:

Excellent as always. I’m looking forward to your direction of this story compared to King’s

A Witch in Time, Part IV:

Esme smiled cruelly. “Good little girl. You’re off to a good start, my little bitch. Now on your back, on the bed, legs wide.” The sexy barmaid did as she was instructed, climbing onto the bed and lying flat on her back in the center. She spread her legs wide, fully opening her turgid cunt to the world and the men. She looked incredibly erotic, hot and vengeful.

Esme watched the performance with a vicious grin. She glanced at the men. “Boys which one of you wants to fuck the maid and which one of you wants to be sucked off by the traveler?” She wore an uninterested expression, as though she did not care what the answer was so long as Ilse got what was coming to her.

“Please, I want Ilse,” Tywin grunted out, almost pleading.

Clive nodded, seemingly eager to be sucked off by Esme. “I would like you.”

Esme gave the men a noncommittal stare. “Strip down, boys.”

Instantly both men stripped off their clothing until they were standing as naked as the women, displaying remarkably long, thick and pulsating cocks.

“Good,” Esme purred. “But this is how we are going to do this. Tywin will get sucked by me. Clive, you’re going to fuck the maid’s cunt as long and hard as you can. But I don’t want you cumming inside of her. The moment you feel you are about to go off, you stop. If you can’t stop, you pull out. Do you understand?”

The men nodded vigorously.

“You bitch,” Ilse hissed. Clearly, she was hoping that Tywin, the man she was interested in, would be the one shoving his cock up her fuckhole.

Esme smiled at Ilse and climbed onto the bed beside the supine woman. She placed her pussy directly over Ilse’s gorgeous face and sat back, her thick, taut ass resting on the soft, meaty padding of the barmaid’s proud chest. She smiled down at Ilse from between her massive breasts. The barmaid glared up at her, even as she looped her arms around Esme’s hips and gripped the woman’s powerful thighs.

Clive climbed onto the bed behind Esme and positioned himself between Ilse’s spread thighs. Tywin got in front of Esme and put his knees near Ilse’s head. His stiff member jutted up like a spear.

“I’m going to take you in my mouth, boy,” Esme smiled at Tywin. “Feel free to try and last as long as you can. I’ll take my time. But if you are about to cum, don’t dare trying to shoot it on my sex slave.”

Tywin nodded at Esme. The man’s eyes were wide, as though he could not believe what was happening to him. Briefly, Esme wondered if he had never fucked Ilse before or if she just played vanilla sex games with him. If so, he was going to get an education tonight.

“Now, let’s enjoy each other,” Esme commanded. She leaned forward and took Tywin’s rock-hard shaft deep in her throat and began to lick and suck the engorged dick passionately. Ilse’s strong tongue licked all the way up Esme’s wet slit and then went deep into Esme’s slick cunt, spreading the labia, penetrating into the vaginal canal, tracing and rolling in and around the bitch’s g-spot, before focusing on the woman’s throbbing clit. Even as Ilse turned her focus to giving her mistress all the pleasure the fucking whore could handle, the barmaid grunted in delight as Clive’s thick, hard prick drove deep into her tight, wet cunt, splitting her in two. Clive grunted and moaned as he joyously plowed Ilse’s fuck trough, his own dreams coming true. The rhythmic slapping of flesh as Clive thrust vigorously into Ilse, as Ilse bucked to meet him, filled the room.

As Ilse was pumped by the man’s thick prick, she ate Esme with a passion that few women in any world could match. Esme had a hard time focusing on sucking Tywin’s cock as waves of excruciating pleasure rippled through her body as her clit was mercilessly tortured by her night bitch. Esme had not yet cum, despite being overwhelmingly stimulated by her battle with the blonde barmaid, and the massive orgasm she had barely held back during their fight was soon pounding at her insides, wanting to explode out of her clit. Esme was soon desperate not to cum first, before the blonde!

The four rutting bodies synchronized in passion. Ilse seemed to relish the punishment being inflicted on her. Her hips pumped and she wrapped her legs around Clive’s waist as she timed her thrusts to match his. At the same time, she devoured Esme ravenously. Her desire to make her mistress cum first consumed her, fueling her expert sucking, licking and reaming of the woman’s delicious cunt.

Esme could feel Ilse’s defiance, she could tell what the bitch was trying to do. It was clear that Ilse had not fully accepted her subservience, had not accepted who had won their sexual duel. She took a few seconds break from her sloppy deepthroat of Tywin’s cock to spit on Ilse’s beautiful face, then slap the blonde’s face lightly. Ilse snarled and viciously attacked Esme’s fully visible, immensely swollen clit in retaliation for the slap. Esme screamed with the intense pleasure.

“Oh, you fucking bitch!” the traveler moaned. She leaned back, slid her hand down Ilse’s taut belly, and rubbed the blonde’s protruding clit, where it twitched in tension. Ilse cried out in joy, then screamed even louder as Esme pinched her throbbing sex nub. Clive continued to vigorously thrust into Ilse’s steaming fuckhole, lost in his own intense pleasure as he plowed the depths of the blonde’s amazing body, her tight vaginal canal holding and squeezing and rippling on his member like a hot, fleshy vise. Ilse screamed just as fervently as Esme had and the two bitches exchanged heated, hateful glares, before Esme resumed sucking and licking Tywin’s rock-hard prick.

Finally, Esme could not take any more, she could not hold back the tidal wave building in her core a moment longer. She was moaning loudly, even as she sucked voraciously on Tywin’s cock. With a muffled scream, she came on Ilse’s face, releasing a massive orgasm. Her hips worked as she spread her ejaculate on her rival’s gorgeous visage, her pussy working around and around on the blonde’s face. Ilse clamped her mouth over Esme’s exploding pussy and took in as much of the hot cum as she could, thrilling as she tasted the delicious discharge. Her erotic excitement pushed her over the edge and she also started to cum powerfully, her hips bucking in pleasure. Clive cried out and pulled out of Ilse’s wet, hot cunt just moments before he ejaculated hard, his cum spraying onto the blonde’s rippling stomach, pooling in her sexy navel, and splattering on Esme’s sweat-drenched, sculpted back. Driven by the sounds and feelings, Tywin ejaculated volcanically into Esme’s mouth. Esme sucked, taking in as much of the hot seed as she could, and let the drool trickle down her chin to land on Ilse’s beautiful face, which was twisted in orgasm and frustration as she felt her boyfriend’s cum land on her forehead.

For a few seconds, all four luscious bodies were cumming at the same time. Then the men finished and collapsed. Clive staggered away from the bed, his prick still dripping cum, and fell to the wooden floor, stunned by the intensity of the pleasure. Tywin gasped and fell back onto the bed’s headrest, his legs spread wide, his eyes glazed.

Ilse and Esme remained in the same positions, Ilse’s head between Esme’s legs, Esme’s chin smeared with a dollop of cum. The women glared at each other hatefully. Then Esme climbed off of Ilse and lay down on top of the blonde, just a little to her side. The beautiful women stretched out together on the bed, Ilse wrapping her arms around Esme’s hips, their heavy tits pressing. Esme lowered her mouth to Ilse’s.

“I hope you aren’t too tired, my little bitch,” Esme gurgled, her mouth filled with Tywin’s cum.

“Please,” Ilse’s eyes flashed with anger. Her voice gurgled too, her mouth overflowing with Esme’s discharge. “You may be giving the orders, but I’ll go all night and outlast you and outfuck you.” She ran her hands over Esme’s thick, strong ass, and tauntingly slapped the taut muscle.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Esme snarled. She clamped her mouth hard to Ilse’s mouth, who kissed back just as savagely. The women shared the cum they were holding, their tongues twisting and stirring the tasty concoction, mixing it with copious amounts of spit. For almost five minutes, the two hateful vixens sucked the sloppy mess back and forth, both trying to dominate the kiss, until Esme broke it off.

“You are still much too bitchy, you little whore,” Esme purred at Ilse, pressing her forehead into her rival’s. “You’re not being a proper ‘night bitch.’ I’m going to have to do something about that.”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” came the defiant reply.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy humiliating you, you little slut,” Esme hissed. Ilse’s eyes blazed with hate and building excitement. The women locked mouths again, kissing passionately, savagely, until Esme broke the lock again.

The woman looked at the men, both of whom seemed to have recovered somewhat from their earlier ordeal.

“Are you boys ready for another round?” the beautiful witch asked, coquettishly. “Or do you need more time to reload?”

Tywin crawled off the bed and stood beside it. He gripped his own member and masturbated only for seconds before he was as hard as a rock again. “I am ready,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Clive got to his feet from the floor. His prick was also at full mast. “I am ready, too.”

“Good,” Esme purred. She looked down at Ilse and gripped and kneaded one of the barmaid’s massive tits. She lowered her head and sucked hard on the firm, taut gland until Ilse hissed in pain and pleasure. Esme broke off the suck and smiled into Ilse’s furious eyes. She knew how much the blonde wanted to retaliate, how desperate she was to suck Esme’s pendulous tits in reply.

Esme sat up on the bed. “This is what we are going to do. This blonde bitch and I are going to go ass to ass on the bed. You…” Esme gestured at Tywin, “…will stand on her side of the bed. She is going to suck your prick. You…” she gestured at Clive, “…will be on my side of the bed. I’m going to suck your cock. The moment either of you feels you can’t keep it in anymore, pull our heads back. Whatever you do, you are not to go off. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” the men nodded.

Esme eased herself off of Ilse and kneeled on the bed. The blonde sat up and got to her knees, too, facing Esme. For a moment, the beautiful women’s incredible bodies mirrored each other. The blonde’s green eyes flashed in defiance. Esme smirked at her voluptuous rival.

“Now, ass to ass, bitch. And press hard. I want to feel your ass on mine.”

Ilse bit back an angry retort and turned around, then got on her hands and knees. Esme admired the blonde barmaid’s perfect, muscled ass. She could not resist. She slapped the hard, round muscle, making the blonde woman yelp. Then, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into the thick mass, even as her hands roamed over Ilse’s wet inner thighs and up the maid’s belly to grip and squeeze one of her hanging tits.

Ilse squirmed in an agony of lust, her eyes closed, her face twisted in frustration. She so desperately wanted to fight back, to do to Esme what Esme was doing to her! Esme kissed and licked Ilse’s ass, tonguing the perineum, the space between the blonde’s puckered asshole and her dripping cunt. Then, with a sigh, Esme pulled back.

“Very nice, whore. I’m going to have fun with you.”

Esme spun around on the bed and got on her hands and knees. She pressed her naked ass firmly into Ilse’s naked ass. Immediately, both women flexed and rippled their buttocks. They could both sense, even feel, the heat radiating off the other’s steaming naked pussy. The women pressed their bare feet together, sole to sole, toe to toe, and braced against each other as their asses pressed hard and tight.

The men, on either side of the bed, had a spectacular view: two equally beautiful womanly bodies, extending away from them, sculpted backs tapering into narrow, muscled waists then flaring out into two sets of wide, equally generous hips and absolutely spectacular, perfect heart-shaped asses that were pressed and fused and rippling with aggression against each other. Each man had a beautiful woman now staring at him, her limpid eyes shining with erotic heat, caught up in a vicious sexual competition with the other beautiful woman, determined to give him the best blow job of his life.

Tywin moaned as Ilse’s mouth sucked in his swollen prick. He knew that the barmaid would do everything she could to give him a better suck than what he had received from Esme. He did not know if that was possible; Esme’s blow job had been the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced. But he was eager for Ilse to try.

Clive grunted as Esme’s mouth and lips began moving up and down his pulsing cock, he moaned as his prick plunged deep, deep into the wet furnace of her throat, even as she fondled his sensitive balls. Across from him, Ilse was gently sucking Tywin’s jewels in his scrotal sack as her hand worked expertly on his engorged shaft.

As Esme and Ilse sucked the men, their attention was even more focused on the other woman. They moved their asses, rubbing hard, slick flesh pushing and rippling, thrusting back and up and down. Their clean-shaven cunts radiated heat into each other and, when the women thrust hard and high enough, their thick-lipped twats kissed lightly and shared juicy secretions and electric sensations. They brought their puckered assholes together and sucked at each other, ass pulling at ass, the women grunting and moaning as they exchanged intimate violations with the other bitch.

The men placed their hands on the women’s heads and shoulders and watched the spectacular asses push and flex as the women sucked them to the point that the men were almost delirious with pleasure. The pressure built and built inside their balls, inside their lower abdomens, until neither man could stand it anymore. Tywin cried out first, pulling Ilse’s head back from his throbbing, pulsating prick.

“No more, oh my God, please, I’m about to go off!”

Ilse smiled viciously, knowing she had gotten her man to the edge first. She pushed back on her ass and sweaty feet and delighted as she felt Esme respond.

A moment later, Clive cried out. He pulled back Esme’s head and almost collapsed, staggering back into the wall beside the bed. He panted, his body dripping sweat. “My God,” the man moaned. “Oh my God!”

Esme wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled darkly. She got up on her knees, turned around slightly, and saw Ilse’s beautiful ass still sticking out. She slapped the protruding, thick, round ass hard, causing Ilse to cry out with the sudden whip crack of pain. The blonde looked over her shoulder and glared at her mistress.

“Turn around, slut,” Esme breathed.

Ilse did as instructed, turning around on the bed to face Esme. She got to her knees, mirroring Esme’s position and fixed her mistress with an angry look. Esme smiled viciously, enjoying her absolute power over the other gorgeous woman. Smiling she moved closer to Ilse, then rested her arms on the blonde barmaid’s shoulders. Ilse wrapped her arms around Esme’s waist. The women leaned together, gently at first, letting their throbbing nipples touch and sear. Esme bounced her tits with Ilse’s glands, touching and then pulling back a few times, before the teasing became unbearable. Esme pushed herself solidly into Ilse, who grunted in lust as their thick, juicy tits crushed. The women’s bellies slapped together, their smooth, powerful thighs rubbed. The heat from their pulsing genitals warmed their rival’s inner thighs. Both women knew that their engorged clits were out and fully exposed, that bringing them together to rub and stroke would not be hard, but Esme resisted the allure of that exquisite contact. She shifted her arms and wrapped them around Ilse’s back, then slowly, deliciously, rubbed her naked body into every part of Ilse’s naked body, grinding their thick tits, rotating her hot belly around their sucked and sealed navels, letting columnar thighs slide and friction. Ilse rubbed back, pressing her forehead to Esme’s, touching nose to nose, both women panting and moaning, sharing hot breath, their burning eyes locked as they gave each other exquisite pleasure, as they teased each other’s sex with the promise of more and more to come. Ilse wanted desperately to throw the whore on the bed, mount the bitch, and fuck her brains out. But she was the night bitch. She could only do what her mistress allowed her to do. Esme was torturing her, tempting her, offering so much and then taking back.

“You fucking, fucking tease,” Ilse whispered at her mistress.

Esme smiled evilly. “The night’s just starting, whore. I’m going to have you begging me to fuck you by the time the moon goes down. Now, open your mouth.”

Ilse did as she was told. Esme placed her mouth over Ilse’s mouth. She did not kiss the blonde, but only shared hot breath, at least at first. After a time, neither woman could resist. Eager tongues touched, caressed, then twined together as their mouths sealed. The women moaned hungrily as they sucked at each other, kissing deeply.

The women undulated their lush bodies together for a while longer. The men watched, their throbbing erections still at full staff, but less urgent than they had been.

Esme broke the kiss, licking spit off Ilse’s red lips. “Are you boys ready for more?” Esme asked, even as she and Ilse continued to move together, their delicious forms writhing in rhythm.

“Yes,” both men answered quickly. Their pricks began to throb harder and grow stiffer once again.

“Good. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to fuck both of us, doggy style. Tywin, you go up my cunt. Clive, you are back inside the maid. Again, same rules: don’t cum inside of either of us. Pull out when you’re about to go off.”

The men changed positions. As they did so, Esme got back on her hands and knees and gestured for Ilse to join her. The women pushed face to face again, nose to nose, Esme’s sadistic smirk making Ilse crazy with hate and lust. The women arched their backs, presenting their asses, giving the men easy access to their tight, wet twats.

Esme and Ilse stared deeply into each other eyes. They grunted in tandem when the men’s pricks penetrated them at the same time, the men’s hard, stiff cocks driving deep into the women’s burning cores. As Tywin and Clive reached around to fill their hands with their woman’s massive, thick tits, Esme and Ilse locked together in a heated kiss.

The fucking couples went hard, the men driving themselves like pistons, the women sucking at each other, breaking their kiss to rub their faces together, to rest their heads on the other woman’s shoulder, to pant and groan and moan their bliss into the other woman’s ear. Esme bit gently on Ilse’s shoulder and neck. Ilse did not hesitate to return the bites, hoping that her mistress would not stop her. Esme did not.

The sound of flesh slapping grew faster, harder, as the men began to pound towards their orgasms, reaming the women’s cunts with all their power. They both grabbed the women by their thick hips as the intensity of the fucking built to the climax. Esme pushed herself up, taking Ilse with her, so that she and the blonde were leaning into each other tit to tit, so the men’s powerful thrusts rammed the women’s chests together hard with each impact. It felt unbearably delicious, as their meaty tits compressed and released, over and over, their nipples burning with electricity.

“Oh God, I can’t take it!” Clive grunted. With a moan, he pulled out of Ilse’s hot, tight cunt and immediately began ejaculating over her ass and back. He fell away from the bed, spurting cum, and collapsed against the wall, panting, almost unconscious.

An instant later, Tywin cried out and pulled out of Esme’s twat. He placed his massive prick in the upper crease of her ass crack and ejaculated his entire load onto her back, into the sensuous curve of her spine and splattered between her shoulder blades. His climax seemed to go on and on. When he finished, he staggered away from the bed, hit the wall, and slid down it to sit on the floor. He appeared dazed, hovering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Neither women had yet cum, and they continued to rub and grind their tits, kissing hard. Esme slid her hand down Ilse’s belly and began to stroke the blonde’s tumescent clit. Ilse screamed into Esme’s mouth, then immediately returned the favour. Suddenly, the women were eagerly masturbating each other, just as they had when their duel started, and they both loved it. They broke the kiss, rested their heads on their rival’s shoulder, and expertly worked their clits with their gentle, teasing fingers, probing deep into steaming wet cunts, rubbing g-spots, caressing and stimulating. All the while, they leaned into each other and let their throbbing, aching tits absorb the weight of their bodies as they ground and ground the oversensitive glands together.

For several minutes, Esme and Ilse enjoyed the mutual masturbation, pushing each other closer and closer to ecstasy with every thrusting fingerfuck. They were quivering, their muscles storing sexual tension, getting closer and closer to climax.

Esme pulled Ilse’s face to her’s so they were nose to nose. “Stop what you’re doing, bitch, and let me finish you off.”

Ilse felt like screaming. She wanted to avenge herself, she wanted to bring the brunette whore to a screaming orgasm, but her status as a night bitch could not be denied. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of Esme’s sopping cunt. The witch smiled as she looked deep into Ilse’s eyes. She watched, enjoying the spasms of ecstasy that raced over the blonde’s beautiful face, enjoying the frustration and hatred shining in her rival’s eyes.

“Oh God, you fucking, fucking WHORE!!” Ilse screamed as she came hard, so hard, her cunt squirting like a geyser into Esme’s hand and splattering on the sheets. Esme kept her going, masturbating Ilse to two more devastating releases, until the blonde collapsed into Esme’s arms. The black-haired witch held her rival up for a moment, enjoying the weight of the limp, spent body, then let Ilse drop to the mattress. The blonde panted and groaned, lying prone on the bed.

After a moment, she rolled over onto her back. She had promised the black-haired bitch that she would outlast her, that she would last all night, and she was not going to break that promise. In fact, even after that devastating orgasm, she felt even more energized and ready to keep going.

Esme smiled and then sat on the bed and pushed herself to the head of the bed, until her back was supported by the headrest. She spread her legs. Ilse looked at Esme’s twitching, throbbing clit. The bitch still had not cum.

“Now, come and eat me, you little whore. Do what your mistress tells you to do.”

To be continued:

Top notch domination and humiliation. A part of me wants to see Ilse get her revenge though

Please continued

A Witch in Time, Part V:

Ilse crawled up between Esme’s legs and fell on the woman’s delicious body like a starving carnivore. She buried her face in Esme’s twat, she wrapped her lips and tongue around the witch’s huge, throbbing clit, and sucked it ferociously. Esme screamed and bucked, she worked her hips, rubbing her pussy around and around into Ilse’s face. Ilse sucked and tongued the vaginal canal and used her fingers to rub and stroke. She had permission to bring the traveler bitch to an overpowering climax and she was going to do all she could to make that happen.

Over the next several minutes, Ilse devoured Esme, stretching her body out on the bed and pulling the black-haired beauty down so that she was flat on the mattress too. From that position, Ilse threw all she had into driving her mistress up the pleasure curve. She dragged the torture out as long as she could, so it was another ten minutes before Esme arched her back, threw back her head, and screamed in sheer ecstasy as she came again and again into Ilse’s beautiful face. The witch clenched her teeth, trying to control her own screaming. Her gorgeous face was etched in unbearable pleasure as she ejaculated again. Ilse took as much in her mouth as she could, then swallowed it.

For a time, the room was quiet. Ilse rested, her face on Esme’s thigh, her tongue lapping gently and teasingly at the woman’s beautiful cunt. Ilse fingered Esme, sliding her index finger up into the warm, wet tightness of her rival. Esme rested with her eyes closed, a pleasant smile of satisfaction on her gorgeous face, her hand buried in Ilse’s short, golden hair.

“Hm, that was good, my little night bitch. That was very good. That deserves a reward,” Esme purred.

Esme sat up and Ilse sat up too, wondering how the traveler planned to humiliate her further.

“Turn around and arch your back. Stick your ass up, doggy style.”

Ilse did as instructed. Esme got to her knees behind the blonde, resting her hands on the woman’s perfect ass. She rubbed and stroked the round, taut muscle, tracing the curve of the ass into the crevasse between the blonde’s buttock, teasing the woman’s sensitive anus with a soft finger. Ilse grunted. Esme then slapped the barmaid’s scrumptious ass hard.

“Fuck!” Ilse moaned, the sting of pain somehow enhancing the pleasure of the moment.

Smiling, Esme lowered her head and licked up Ilse’s ass, tonguing the woman’s puckered asshole while slipping two, then three fingers deep into her twat. She worked the blonde’s pulsating clit and slid her free hand up Ilse’s belly to grip and fondle one of the barmaid’s heavy tits. She bit hard at Ilse’s sumptuous ass, causing the barmaid to hiss, leaving behind lurid teethmarks on the firm buttocks.

Ilse panted, her head hanging, her face etched in agony, as the delightful sensations filled her body. She moaned deeply, then lowered her face to the mattress, pressing her tits into the bed, her ass still arched up as Esme fingerfucked her vigorously. The attacking woman’s libido rose with every moment and she climbed onto Ilse’s back. The blonde pushed back, enjoying the feel of the other woman’s heavy tits pressing into her back. The sound of fingers moving in hot, wet, tight cunt filled the room, accompanied by both women’s panting and moaning.

“Oh God, oh God, you fucking cunt!” Ilse finally gasped. She cried out as she ejaculated powerfully, into Esme’s probing hand. She bucked hard as she came again. Gasping, her lush body dripping with sweat, she fell forward, sprawled out on the bed. Esme lowered herself onto Ilse and used her dry hand to pull the woman’s face around. Smiling, she gave Ilse her wet hand and the blonde eagerly sucked and licked her own juices off of her mistress’ fingers.

“Good little whore, that’s just what I want…” Esme whispered, smiling viciously.

“Fuck you,” Ilse managed, before Esme locked her in a deep, cum-swapping kiss.

The women kissed for some time. Ilse managed to roll onto her back so that she and Esme were pressed tit to tit and belly to belly as they wrapped their arms and legs around each other, all the while locked in a deep, passionate, sloppy kiss. The fire in their bodies flared to full power once more. The women were in full body contact, tangled together on the bed, and the meshing of flesh, of like to like, fueled their growing lust for more.

The men had regained their senses and now stood up, watching the beautiful women kiss and moan and writhe their perfect bodies together. The men’s erections were soon fully enflamed.
Esme broke the kiss and looked up at Tywin and Clive, who were staring back at her with fire in their eyes. She smiled. Ilse turned her head to look at the two men. She saw their throbbing erections and smiled too.

Esme looked down at the blonde barmaid. “Let’s finish off these men, then you and I can really get down to business,” she murmured.

“That’s exactly what I want, whore,” Ilse whispered back. “I told you I’d last all night with you, and I still plan to outfuck you.”

Esme smiled again but did not reply. She pulled herself off of Ilse and then lay back on the bed, her head at the top of the mattress. Ilse joined her. Lying side by side, flat on their backs, the beautiful women spread their legs to the panting men.

“Come and get it, boys,” Esme drawled. “Tywin, you’ve been patient and I think Clive deserves a chance at my cunt. You can take the barmaid. Clive, you can have me.”

Excited and aroused beyond all measure, the men crawled onto the bed and up between the thighs of the woman they had been offered. Clive eagerly mounted Esme. She put her arms on his shoulders, spread her legs wider and arched her back, giving him easy access. Aiming his prick at her engorged pussy lips, the man thrust hard. He moaned in pure pleasure as he slowly penetrated the witch’s vise tight cunt, spreading her cunt walls, sliding deep, deep into her hot, wet core. Esme cried out in pleasure. Clive moaned in bliss. Esme pulled Clive onto her so that his chest crushed down on her tits, mashing the pendulous glands. She rubbed her hard nipples around and around into his rock hard pectoral muscles even as she gripped his pumping ass with both her hands and held on. She moved to meet his thrusts and soon the room filled with the regular slap of hard bellies as the fucking commenced. The pants, moans, grunts and groans of ecstatic sex accompanied them.

Beside Esme, Tywin mounted and penetrated Ilse. He was her chosen man, or at least the man she was most interested in at the moment, and he was overwhelmed with desire for her body. Everything he had seen and experienced tonight had made him lust for the blonde beauty even more. Now, with Ilse’s powerful legs wrapped around his hips, with her hands on his ass and her back arched, pushing her massive tits even more firmly into his chest, with her beautiful face staring up at him with blazing green eyes and a mouth parted in ecstasy, all of his dreams came true. He pounded her with all his strength, with all the lust he could muster.

The men fucked the women for a much longer time that might have been expected, given how often they had already cum during the night. Esme and Ilse were skilled lovers and they knew various ways to use their inner vaginal muscles to increase the men’s stamina and to prolong and multiply their orgasms.

The rutting couples grunted, moaned, gasped with pleasure and exertion. Their thrusting, writhing bodies dripped with sweat as the women twisted their hips and arched their backs, moving with the men, sometimes moving against them, the couple’s hard bellies slapping in an erotic rhythm. The women competed to see which of them could get their man to last longer, to go off harder.

Almost 30 minutes after starting, Clive reared up and cried out, almost screaming with pleasure, as his cock convulsed and ejaculated again and again into Esme’s lush body. Clive collapsed on top of the voluptuous goddess he had plowed so vigorously, his body shaking from the intensity of what she had done to him. Esme whispered something in his ear and, half-conscious, the exhausted man rolled off of the woman, rolled off the bed and onto the floor, then passed out beside the bed.

As Clive reached his end, Tywin cried out, clenched his teeth in ecstasy and ejaculated over and over into Ilse’s tight twat. He passed out almost immediately after, his mind overwhelmed by what it could not endure, his body finally spent beyond his tolerance. Tywin fell onto Ilse, crushing her luscious form under his dead weight. The blonde woman smiled, then grunted as she rolled their locked bodies. When Tywin was at the very edge of the bed, flat on his back, Ilse slid herself off of his still hard, thick cock and rolled herself to nearly the center of the bed.

Esme and Ilse lay side by side, their perfect, voluptuous bodies glistening wetly in the moonlight streaming in through the window. They had started their sexual contest early in the evening and had been going at it for almost four hours. Even so, the night was still young and both women were not in the least tired. Indeed, the erotic battle and the sexual stimulation they had been through since the evening started had created the opposite effect. The women were even more hungry for pleasure, more determined to continue their erotic encounter.

Esme turned on her side and propped her head on her hand. With her free hand, she kneaded and squeezed one of Ilse’s bulging tits, twisting and playing with the nipple. Ilse hissed and turned her head to glare at her mistress. Esme and Ilse locked eyes as the black-haired vixen ran her hand down Ilse’s belly, slowly, slowly, passing over her navel, then cupped the blonde’s succulent, cum-streaked pussy. She squeezed the woman’s genitals, smiling as she saw the rage burning in Ilse’s eyes. The blonde wanted to fight back, she wanted to be the one violating and making a plaything of her bed companion, but she had lost the duel and now needed to pay the price.

“I can tell that you’ve kept your cunt away from mine, Esme,” the blonde barmaid whispered. “Why is that? Are you afraid of what you’ll find out?”

“And what do you think I’ll find out, little night bitch?”

“Cunt against cunt, clit against clit, is the ultimate test of a woman. A little tussle, a little bit of fingerfucking -anyone can get lucky, anyone can have a bad night. Where it really counts between two women is what they have between their legs.”

Esme smiled wider. “The only reason I haven’t gone cunt to cunt with you is because I’ve been saving the best for last. But I agree with you. Both of us need to know which of us is the stronger woman and that can only be by matching cunts and clits and seeing who outlasts who, who can still get her clit up after we fuck each other raw.”

Ilse arched her back and spread her legs wide. She looked at Esme pointedly, her eyes shining with desire and ravenous hunger. “Let’s find out,” she growled, her voice hoarse with lust.

Esme sat up. Her face was now serious. Her eyes were shining. The lust burning in her veins was more intense than anything she had felt so far. The change happened suddenly. She was no longer even remotely tired. Her libido was at full strength. It was as if all of the previous hours of delicious sex play had not happened and she was suddenly a starving animal that needed to be fed, that could only be satiated by the pleasure found between the legs of this blonde whore.

Ilse felt exactly the same way. Suddenly, whoever was the ‘night bitch’ did not matter. What she and Esme had to determine was much more important, much more primal than that.
Esme crawled around Ilse’s body until she positioned herself between the blonde’s spread legs. She put her hands on the woman’s knees and pushed Ilse’s legs out a bit further, more fully spreading the blonde’s glistening cunt. Esme stared down into the other woman’s genitals, the exquisitely beautiful jewel of her womanhood. She shuddered in anticipation. Soon, she would press and drive her own cunt into that succulent flesh, their meaty pudenda would fuse into one, steaming bond, she would mate with Ilse and then they would both learn which of them was truly the dominant bitch.

Esme shuddered with pleasure and anticipation. She locked eyes with Ilse, whose green eyes burned with sexual fever and raw, animal lust. The beautiful women smiled at each other, two savage beauties finally ready to settle things between them once and for all.

Esme could not resist. She lowered her head and ran her tongue slowly and carefully along the fat, slick outer lips of Ilse’s juicy pussy. The blonde clenched her teeth, threw back her head, and moaned in pleasure. Esme used her tongue to circle and tease Ilse’s engorged clit.

“Fuck you, goddamn you,” Ilse whispered hoarsely, her fingers digging into the mattress.

Esme’s tongue continued to torture the blonde for a little while longer. Ilse gasped as Esme moved up her body. The witch’s tongue delved into Ilse’s sexy navel and ran up her torso. Esme kneaded Ilse’s heavy, meaty tits, then she wrapped her lips around both of the woman’s nipples, one at a time, and sucked them hungrily, until Ilse was squirming and wriggling, gasping with rage and pleasure.

“Fuck you, fuck you, you cheating cunt…,” Ilse moaned.

Esme raised her head from the barmaid’s tits and smiled evilly. “I’m not cheating, you little fuck. You’re my bitch for the night. Never forget that.”

Ilse bit back a savage reply. This was the truth, even if Esme’s actions might corrupt any contest they could have to determine the better woman. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind. Once they were both in the saddle, all these games would not matter. Only primal sexual power would determine the greater woman.

Esme mounted Ilse eagerly. She slid her slick inner thighs into place against Ilse’s equally slick, hot inner thighs. The delicious friction almost made her orgasm on the spot, but she pushed it back down. She gripped the blonde’s head on both sides and pressed her aching, meaty tits down onto Ilse’s equally dense, packed rack. The women’s hard, taut bellies flattened, their navels sucked sensuously. The women rolled their tits on each other, the thick meat quivering and throbbing, until their rock hard nipples met and mated, tip to tip. Spasms of erotic electricity raced through the women as their nipples docked and their areola eclipsed. Esme felt the exquisite heat of Ilse’s open, raging cunt directly below her own.

Ilse traced the voluptuous curve of Esme’s beautifully muscled back and gripped and caressed the witch’s perfect, sweaty ass. She kneaded the thick flesh and squeezed and sank her fingers into the succulent flesh, then traced her opponent’s ass crack. Esme shuddered with pleasure.

The women stared into each other through half-closed eyes. They were lip to lip, hot breath mixing. Esme’s black hair fell in a curtain over their faces, sealing the women into their own private prison of passion and lust and erotic rivalry.

Ilse gripped Esme’s ass harder and arched her back, pushing their bellies together even tighter, presenting her naked cunt, wide open and inviting to her enemy. Esme felt the heat and knew that her nude fuck slit was lined up perfectly with its mate on Ilse’s luscious body. Both women felt the radiating power of their rival’s engorged clit, ready for combat.

“I’m going to fuck you dry, Ilse,” Esme whispered into the barmaid’s gorgeous, lust-filled face.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, Esme,” Ilse replied, her voice a throaty growl.

“Let’s see, fucker,” Esme growled.

Esme thrust down, pressing her fat, juicy cunt lips solidly onto Ilse’s waiting pudenda. At the same moment, the blonde barmaid thrust up to meet her challenger’s attack. The women’s flawless twats fit together snugly, a perfect match. Exquisitely sensitive flesh exploded with heat and, as the pressure from their hips increased, the women’s fuck mouths opened and formed a irresistible suction. Their flowery labia merged, soft pink petals of flesh intermingling, fusing, becoming one in a glorious burst of erotic energy. Their engorged clits met head to head and exploded with heat and pleasure, waves and waves of ecstasy searing away from their fuck horns to fill their sopping cunts and radiate throughout their bodies.

The kiss between the women’s netherlips was ravenous and firm, a kiss deeper and more powerful than any their upper mouths had shared. Ilse sucked with her cunt; Esme sucked back and their cunts fused and burned, unbearable pleasure rippling through their bodies in waves of sexual electricity. A passage between their burning vaginas opened and sealed, locking their bodies into one.

Esme had never felt anything so good in her life. The pleasure, the pure ecstasy as her body united completely with Ilse’s lush body, as every inch of skin, every cell exploded with heat and became one with the blonde, was greater than any sexual encounter she had ever had. She wanted to shriek in bliss but the pleasure was too great to allow her to make a sound beyond a choked cry. Her tears flowed as she looked down into Ilse’s gorgeous face. The barmaid was also paralyzed, her green eyes wide with shock and ecstasy and watering with the intensity of the pleasure flowing in her body.

The women’s sexual organs grew hotter, thicker, tauter. Esme’s and Ilse’s tits surged with arousal, their nipples tightened into spikes and expanded directly into the other set. The nips throbbed with sensations as they pushed each other back, deeper into the women’s swelling, hardening titflesh. Their areola lined up perfectly, meshing, each roughened bump scraping like erotic sandpaper, feeding the delicious sensations wracking their mated bodies.

“Oh God, fucking Christ,” Esme moaned. She worked her hips carefully, flexing her ass, driving her clit into the tight, wet heat of Ilse’s steaming twat, the delicious sensations almost overwhelming.

“Fucking God, oh fuck,” Ilse grunted. The blonde barmaid twisted her body, rubbing bellies, rotating her tits into Esme’s matching glands, doing all she could to feed the sensual delights wracking their voluptuous bodies. Like Esme, Ilse had never felt such intense pleasure before, even in all her many erotic encounters. Whatever was happening between her body, her cunt, and that of this mysterious traveler was unprecedented in her experience and absolutely glorious. She gripped Esme’s perfect round ass tightly and tried to pull the black-haired beauty even deeper into her cunt. She worked her hips around and around in tight circles, drilling her twat into Esme’s cunt, locking their genitals even more deeply into the ravenous fuck kiss.

Esme worked her hips in small circles in reply, spreading and opening their twats even more, intensifying their mutual penetration. Swollen clits met and ground directly together, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through their sweat-drenched bodies.

Esme and Ilse pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead, watching each other through half-closed eyes, sharing and mixing hot breath and desperate panting. Their whimpers and cries of ecstasy were constant, their moans and gasps of profound pleasure filled the room.

“Aaaahhhh!”

“Unnnngggghh!”

“Ohhhhhhh!”

“Unnnnhhhh!”

Their bodies moved in concert, slow and hard, pumping and rocking, undulating powerfully, their flesh glued together. Ilse’s legs twined through Esme’s legs, sleek, powerful muscles straining, locking their bodies in place.

On and on the women fucked, their shared pleasure growing more unbearable every moment, both determined to force the other into a submissive orgasm. Esme considered using her superior status as the blonde barmaid’s mistress to force her night bitch to concede or do something that would put her rival at a severe disadvantage. But now that they were joined together in this full body fuck, fighting to determine which of them was the stronger woman, Esme knew she had to fight on equal ground for her victory to really matter.

The women’s sweat soaked bodies, their slick, bulging, compressed tits, added to the sensuality of the battle, and overloaded their senses with erotic pleasure. The pressure built and built deep in their locked loins. Their constantly grinding clits felt like they were expanding to fill their cunts, to fill their entire bodies with electric pleasure and raw sensuality. Every powerful, mutual thrust went off like a bomb inside the women’s pumping, fucking bodies.

“I’m going to make you cum, you blonde filth,” Esme gasped, almost fucked out of her mind. “I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard!”

“I’m going to make you cream inside of me, you traveling slut,” Ilse hissed. “My pussy is going to eat your twat alive!”

“Suck my cock, whore,” Esme moaned. She thrust her tongue deep into Ilse’s eager mouth. Ilse immediately wrapped her lips around the solid probe and sucked vigorously, treating the intruding pink muscle like a man’s prick. Esme groaned in even more intense pleasure and briefly wondered if she had made a mistake. After a minute, Esme had to pull free, gasping as Ilse only reluctantly freed the sensitive pink muscle.

“Now you suck mine, fucker,” Ilse grunted. She shoved her tongue into Esme’s mouth. The black-haired beauty eagerly sucked the pink taster, her head bobbing up and down on the thick meat.

The women grunted as they released. They glared eye to eye and then plunged into a ravenous, savage, relentless kiss. Tongues twisted and twined, spit flowed between their locked mouths, Ilse and Esme struggling to overpower and dominate their enemy. All the while, the massive sexual tension in their locked, writhing bodies grew more and more unbearable, more and more powerful.

Esme felt the surge of raw pleasure filling her lower body, feeding the tension in her back and her pumping ass, searing her nipples, all of it flowing back to her engorged clit. She knew she was about to reach a devastating climax. It happened too suddenly for her to resist. She drove her hips down as hard as she could, desperately trying to get Ilse off with her at the same time. Their slick, rock-hard clits crushed even harder, but Esme was not sure it would be enough. She broke her savage kiss with the blonde, threw back her head, and clenched her teeth in agony as she tried to hold back the wave.

“Oh fucking God!” Esme moaned.

Beneath her, Ilse’s beautiful face was contorted in an expression of sexual agony. Esme could see that her opponent was also fighting to keep from climax. The women read each other, knew that their rival was close to being defeated, and worked their hips and asses frantically, desperately trying to push the other over the edge.

Pulling hair, their lush bodies twisting, writhing and convulsing in ecstasy, Esme and Ilse came as one body. Their wet cunts slammed together again and again in passion as they ejaculated over and over, cumming into each other several times in a row. Their muscles strained and trembled, their glistening bodies undulated wildly, as they fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Their shouts of pleasure harmonized, their distinct orgasmic screams combining into an erotic symphony.

Esme and Ilse splattered mixed cum all over their lower bodies. They soaked the sheets with their ejaculate. Their bodies rocked and bucked, slow and hard, as their straining muscles held each other in an erotic stalemate.

Esme collapsed on top of Ilse, who wrapped her arms around the naked, sweat-drenched witch, and held on. Their hearts pounded together, their tits throbbed with heat, their nipples stabbed into electrified titflesh like knives. The women gasped and moaned, panting like they had run a marathon. The intense waves of multiple orgasms slowly, slowly abated in their over-sensitive bodies.

After a few minutes, Esme rolled off of Ilse. The women lay side by side, panting raggedly, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and cum in the silvery moonlight entering through the room’s single window. They floated in the aftermath of the most intense, most excruciatingly pleasurable orgasms either woman had ever experienced.

“That did not decide anything,” Ilse murmured. Her voice was hoarse.

“No, it did not,” Esme agreed. She whispered too. The erotic electricity was still resonating in her lush body.

Ilse turned her head to look at Esme, to admire the voluptuous body sprawled beside her on the bed. All thought of being the night bitch had left her. The only thing that mattered was fucking this whore, of taking more of the pleasure from Esme’s voluptuous body, from between the bitch’s legs, that she had just experienced.

Ilse rolled over onto Esme, catching the woman by surprise, but only for a moment. Esme immediately felt the surge of intense pleasure that came from having her tits crushed under Ilse’s tits, of feeling the blonde’s belly slap onto her firm abdomen, of feeling the other woman’s burning flesh in sensuous contact with her own body. Instinctively, Esme spread her legs, inviting Ilse in, and gripped the blonde barmaid’s heart-shaped ass.

Ilse slid her wet, steaming cunt into place on Esme’s ravenous fuckmeat. The women’s swollen clits, still rock-hard despite the powerful orgasmic release they had just experienced, met and fused head to head. The women gasped in shared ecstasy.

“Oh God, you dirty little fuck,” Esme whispered, her heart and her flesh singing with pleasure and desire. “I’m going to fuck you to death!”

“Not before I fuck you senseless, whore,” Ilse gasped. “Not before I crush that little girl clit into mush!”

The women locked mouths, tongues meeting and twisting again. This time, Esme gripped Ilse’s pumping ass and pulled the blonde more deeply into her starving cunt, even as she bucked up to meet the barmaid’s powerful, downward thrusts.

Ilse and Esme fucked and fucked and fucked, riding each other savagely, passionately, giving and taking unbearable pleasure. Almost an hour later, the women clung to each other desperately, kissing hungrily, as their bodies shuddered and thrashed through a series of multi-orgasmic climaxes. They pumped hot cum back and forth, until their lush bodies were soaked with sweat and ejaculate.

It was finally too much. Limbs twined, breasts crushed to breasts, their senses overwhelmed with the power of their shared orgasms, Esme and Ilse passed out from the pleasure, their bodies exhausted from the most intense carnal ecstasy either woman had ever experienced.

To be continued:

Perfection. I would have had Esme and Ilse lay parallel to each other face to face while the men ravished them so that they could kiss and grope each other as it happened but still, fantastic. I also hope Marta will get some action in at some point. Maybe in the sequel. I love a good MILF fighter

An amazing read as always, JB! I love power dynamic between the girls and Ilse's fighting spirit. She is a feisty one for sure! It is briefly implied that she might be more than meets the eye and there is a vague connection between her, Marta and the Countess. I'm curious if that leads anywhere or if it's just my imagination.

Here is a little tip if you want to be even more authentic with including German words/names: Pay attention to the umlauts (ä, ö, ü) Those dots aren't optional decorations, they alter pronunciation and sometimes - if both versions exist - the meaning of a word (e.g. "schon" = already, "schön" = beautiful). In this story I noticed fraulein which should be fräulein (engl. miss) and Muller which should be Müller (engl. Miller).