"I don’t have any answers," said Ireen Igral, her body blocking the alleyway door into her shop, The Wizard’s Knob. "Do you have any idea of the hour, Ava? Go home. Go to bed. I don’t know about a cult. I’m trying to get my beauty sleep."
Ireen yawned for emphasis. Her ochre-shaded eyes drooping more than usual.
It was a brazen bluff. Ava saw right through it.
The lithe, dark-haired witch was pretending to need beauty sleep, but she was extremely beautiful in the perpetually tired, sullen way of a human teenager. It was all an act.
For one, Ava was pretty sure Ireen was not a teenager.
There was also the tang of magic in the air, and Ireen was wearing heavy magical charms around her neck that would be very uncomfortable to sleep in.
Also, before Ava had knocked on the door, she had seen flashes of magical light through the curtains on the upper floor.
Ireen was wide awake. And, Ava was willing to bet, she had more answers.
"You’re always sleepy," said Ava, giving Ireen a gentle push into the backroom of the shop. "Don’t try to fool me. And I saw that little wrinkle in the corners of your eyes when I mentioned the Silken. You do know about them."
Ireen resisted for a moment longer, trying to push Ava back through the door. But Ava was persistent and slightly bigger than the witch, and with a sigh Ireen let Ava inside, locking the door behind her.
"Alright, I’ll answer your questions," said Ireen. "Just keep your voice down. I was training a gossip imp upstairs and those fat little bastards want to get involved in every conversation they overhear."
"Training? An imp?" Ava cocked her head curiously. "How did you train an imp?"
"With a lightning prod," she said. "But whatever."
Ireen looked away from her friend and pretended to clean the bottles of blemish removing potion. "You mentioned the Silken. I can tell you a thing or two about them, Ava, and the most important is stay far, far away. The richest and most powerful people in the city are caught up in that cult and they deal with dangerous magic. These people will kill you, or worse. Stay clear."
Ireen looked up from the bottles and fixed Ava with a serious stare. "Why are you asking about them?"
"Well... I hear they’re having a ritual tomorrow," said Ava, feigning innocence as she walked her fingers over the bottle tops. "So I sorta, kinda, maybe... just a little bit... need to sneak into where they’re having it, save Lady Primwood, and expose every member of the cult in an article."
Ireen blinked once. Twice. A grin broke through her usual sleepiness.
"Ava, that is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. I love it!"
"Then you’ll help me?"
"Sure. Not like I’m getting anymore sleep tonight anyway."
Ava squealed in delight and threw her arms around her friend’s shoulders, squeezing her tightly against her overflowing bodice. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Ava cried as she spun around the slender witch, and as she did Ava’s less-slender butt knocked into the potion bottles. Several empties crashed to the floor in a crash.
Ava winced and Ireen’s brow furrowed.
"You are paying for those, by the way."
"Sorry," Ava said, cringing, her elven ears wilting with shame.
Ireen grinned and squeezed the elf’s cheeks. "Mmm. You’re too cute to stay mad at. So! You want to break into a horny cult’s evil ritual and report on all the salacious details, hm? Have you got anything that might help us find whoever you’re after?"
"Um... lemme think. I kinda didn’t get a chance to grab anything when the Silver Griffons busted down the doors. They didn’t want me around for some reason."
"Imagine that," Ireen said. "But whatever. If your priestess had any brains, she wouldn’t have left anything that could really be traced to her. We need something more substantial than that. Something like a fingernail or lock of hair that can hone in on her magic."
"Hmm. I don’t have anything like that. Oh! She did fuck me full of cum. Would that work?"
Ireen stared at the elf. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think it might. Hard to get more personal than a load of cum. You still have it?"
"Sure!" Ava chirped, spun around, hooked her thumbs in her pants and yanked them down the swell of her peachy bottom.
Ireen shook her head with a smile as she beheld the cum stained pussy of her elven friend. "What a surprise. You didn’t shower afterwards."
Ava blushed hotly. "W-well, I mean, I wanted to get here as quick as I could, so um..."
"No no! It was the right thing to do. Just not many people I know who would run around with witch cum stuffing them. Here, let me get some of that..."
Ava shivered as Ireen knelt behind her, eying her pussy. Such a revealing pose made the elf feel acutely vulnerable and sensitive, especially when Ireen fetched out a bottle and nestled the cold glass rim against her mound. "Ah!" Ava gasped. "C-cold!"
"Let’s make it a little warmer. I just got this new device I’ve been dying to try out."
Ireen reached onto the counter, groping around until she managed to pull off a wand with a curiously swollen tip. The witch’s eyes sparked as she teasingly pressed the tip against Ava’s mound, making the young elf gasp, moan and arch as the bulb began to gently hum and vibrate.
"O-ooooh! Ireen! Wha... what iiiiiis that..."
"A wand with a simple vibrating enchantment on it. The first thing every young witch learns to make. I’ve been thinking about mass marketing it. What do you think?"
"Oooooh," Ava moaned as the wand hummed against her pussy, stroking her, her ass twitching, tightening with naked pleasure, her voice trebling as the vibrations thrummed through her tender core. "F-feeeeels gooooood!"
"Always glad to get an expert’s opinion," Ireen purred as she stroked the humming bulb against Ava’s mound. "After all, elves are so tuned to their own bodies. You’re the best to test these things on."
"Ah... Ah... Mnnnn!" Ava moaned, rocking her hips, riding the stroking bulb. "Oh f-fuck. Fuck yesssss! Ireen... I... Ooooh! It’s soooo goooood!"
"Of course it is, silly. I made it," Irene giggled, sliding a finger along Ava’s pussy. "And look how wet you’re getting! Just perfect..."
Ireen pressed the coolness of the jar firmly against Ava’s pussy, watching as the elf’s arousal eased the cum that still filled her out into the jar, dripping like honey from a bursting hive.
"Oh gods," Ava panted. "Gods above... Oh... Oh g-godess yesssss!"
Ava quivered, cumming in a sudden swell of perfect pleasure.
Ireen nodded as the jar was filled fairly to the brim with the elf’s eager juices.
"Lovely," she said, taking the jar and planting it on the table. "There we are! We’ll have that tracking spell done in no time flat."
"O-oh. G-good," Ava panted from where she clung to the counter, her thighs shaking with the effort of keeping her upright.
"Gods but you look just a mess!" Ireen said with mock indignation. "Really now, I can’t be sending you into a sex cult drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. That’s for the ceremony to provide. Go on, there’s a shower in the back. Clean yourself up while I get this spell worked up. Scoot!"
Ava yelped as Ireen gave the elf a spank, sending the blushing reporter scurrying into the bathroom adjoining the workshop.
Fortunately, Ava knew her way around the place quite well, having been a frequent guest. Ireen always seemed to have something for her to do. Whether it was to have some fun in the bedroom, help her test new products, or assisting with summoning rituals of lesser demons who needed a good fucking to bind them.
Ava sighed in bliss as she used the witch’s shower, marvelling as ever at the device. Ireen had built it herself. Some sort of spell kept the bucket filled with a nearby reservoir. It took her no time to clean herself, and by the time she returned, Ireen was waiting, leaning back against the counter with a triumphant smile.
"Enjoy the shower?"
"Always," Ava said. "What have you got for me?"
Ireen picked up the wand she had used on Ava, dangling it by the handle like a clock’s pendulum. In the glow of the candles Ava noticed the bulb tip now seemed to be glazed in something, shining like amber, though still giving forth a low, gentle hum.
"A dowsing spell," Ireen said. "With this little trick, you’ll be able to track down those naughty cultists no problem at all. The closer it is to your new friend, the stronger it will vibrate. Just, make sure not to get too tempted into using it while carrying it around," the witch said as Ava took it. "The last thing you need to be doing is masturbating while spying on a sex cult."
Ava’s cheeks flamed. "I-I wouldn’t! I’m a serious reporter, Ireen."
"Too true," Ireen giggled. "I remember last week’s article. What was it called? Etiquette for Minotaur Fucking."
"I’ll have you know that article deepened cultural understanding between minotaurs and humans!"
"Oh, I believe it!" Ireen said. "I did great business with a number of women looking for flexibility potions. Your ’in-depth reporting’ really demonstrated all the health benefits of achieving orgasm atop a massive bull cock."
"Exactly!" Ava said, wagging the wand at Ireen. "Journalism is a window into the truth! And I’m the washer who cleans... that... um... window. You know what I mean."
"Sure do, Ava," Ireen grinned. "Sure do."
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