FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0123

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With a slight motion, you flick your nail against the tip of the silk sleeve and feel a slight rupture in the fabric. You then nonchalantly slip it over your manhood, feeling a strange tug as it cinches tight followed by a comfortable warmth.

Glancing back up at the witch, she gives no sign that she has noticed your subterfuge. She pulls a few strings on her corset and it falls away, leaving her luscious emerald body exposed save for the tight leather and silk of her boots and gloves, her cape accentuating her enticing curves against a backdrop of shadowless black.

“Kiss me,” she commands, her yellow eyes closing in anticipation. You step forward, wrapping your arms around her slender waist and bring your lips to hers. You feel a warm, tingling sensation from her mouth, a sharp citrus flavor accompanying the faintest traces of smoke. You plunge your tongue into her and she moans, grinding her body against you as the symptoms of her ‘water allergy’ fill her mouth with citrus and smoke. She pulls back, her lips trailing white vapor as she demands, “Kiss me all over!”

You bury face in her soft breasts, kissing and suckling until both are smoking from your attention, her plum-colored nipples sizzling as you lavish them with your tongue and lips. The searing sound of her water-stricken flesh is soon joined by a sputtering, electrical humming coming from beneath her chest, and when she demands you grant her breasts a moment of relief, you hear her request tinged with a faint buzz.

Dropping beneath the smoking swell of her bust, you kiss her delicate navel and feel her wriggle in response to the sensation, then lower still. Just as you reach her smooth, emerald labia, her plump thighs clench and she hisses, “NOT there!”


Yes, there

Somewhere else, then