Play her like a fiddle
From Create Your Own Story
You’ve got one hand locked on the Chief Mage’s tit, kneading it slow and deliberately. Her skin is warm under yours, and her chest heaves as her voice fades into a shaky moan – pushing that soft mound harder into your palm. Your other hand lingers just above her curls, before you plunge two fingers into her cunt—wet and greedy, it sucks you in.
She gasps, loud and sharp, hips jerking off the furs – her thighs clamp, then fall wide, giving you room to work. You pump steady, drawing it out, letting her feel every inch of you – until you find that spot that makes her buck and curse, “Fuck, you – oh!”
You don’t rush – the minutes drag on as you tease her, pulling out to circle her clit with a wet thumb, then diving back in. Her tit’s still in your grip, and you squeeze harder, pinching her nipple. Her moans turn to pants – her hair starts to stick to her sweaty brow, and she’s clawing the sheets, lost in the moment.
“More,” she growls, voice breaking, and you oblige – fingering her relentlessly, thumb pressing her clit and making her whole body tremble. You lean close, breath hot on her ear, “Cum for me, witch,” and she does – with a scream her cunt spasms around your fingers. The Chief Mage is now a shuddering, soaked wreck beneath you.
Do you:
Or, if you're done her:
