“Do you want it inside you?” Helja purred, her glossy lips almost within reach. The tentacle brought her closer to Helja, their faces a mere breath away. I can do magic?”
“Of a sort.” Helja nodded. The texture, the smell, the girth… the lust of the tentacle called to her. Every touch seeped with the arousing aphrodisiac, it got into her eyes and her hair. ”A witch cannot be penetrated unless they consent and retreat their own creatures. She was naked, aside from a t-shirt, with a green tentacle poking out of her vagina, an oily-coloured vase wrapped in its grip. “Witches…?”
Helja tilted her head in mild embarrassment. The golden tentacle curled around Noelle’s stomach, pressed against her ass and spiralled around her legs. “They’re all coated in an aphrodisiacal slime. She came immediately, cum spattering out around the tentacle. The thought of being impaled by this glorious gift to womankind was quickly becoming the only thought in her head. “Tell me, how did she come into contact with it?”
Noelle stared dumbly, looking down at Amy, still dozing peacefully.
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