FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0122
“I’m just here for your core,” you inform the witch.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” she says, and makes a gesture with her hand. Suddenly, the nymph statues spring to life, their flesh and clothing animate and supple as they grapple you before you can respond. Each statue holds one of your arms firmly in her grip.
“Now then,” she says, drawing down your pants and slipping the silk condom over your manhood. You feel a strange tug as it cinches tight, followed by a comfortable warmth.
Unlacing her corset with practiced easy and letting it fall aside, she stands before you wearing nothing but her black cape, boots, and gloves. Another pair of the nymph-bots circle behind her, lifting her into position and holding her up as she slides on to your member.