The wand in her pocket vibrating madly. The only way she could stifle its sound was to hold it tightly in her left hand.
"No insult to you, countess, but noblewomen are a common thing. An elf such as this?" Ludmilla tangled her fingers in Ava’s loose curls. "She is priceless. The Silken Queen shall reward us for providing her with such a... mmmmmm, gorgeous vessel."
Ludmilla turned away from the countess and passionately embraced Ava.
Their bodies pressed together, breasts against breasts, lips meeting as Ludmilla thrust her tongue into Ava’s mouth. Probing. Exploring. Tasting.
"I... I understand," muttered Countess Vargaras, flushed and flustered by the way Ludmilla was taking possession of what she thought to be a new plaything. She backed slowly away and left Ava in the hungry embrace of the witch.
Ava’s heart pounded, her core throbbed with need, and her eyes gazed lovingly up at the dark priestess.
"Come, my sweet," said Ludmilla, breaking the kiss and taking Ava’s hands. "It is time for you to take your place."
"Take... take what place? I don’t remember why I’m here. Something about orphans?" Ava looked around at the men and voluptuous women rutting eagerly in every corner of the misty room.
They began to stare at Ava as the tall, straight-backed witch walked her to the altar.
Upon this stone, Lady Primrose was moaning and jerking her hips. Her body naked beneath a sheer sheet. Her curves more ample than in any rendering in the papers or in portraits.
Her nectar spilled out of her cunt and glistened upon the runes in the altar. Ava looked at the noblewoman and softly said, "Lady Primrose?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes?" said the woman, arching her back and thrusting her hips against nothing. Pink mist swirled around her.
"This is our vessel," said Ludmilla, caressing Ava’s arms and kissing her shoulders. "It is the greatest honor imaginable to be chosen to give Her a body. You’re very lucky," she informed Primrose.
"Yesssss," purred the noblewoman, bucking her hips again as pink light gathered from around the orgy began to swirl around her body.
It only lingered upon Lady Primrose for a moment before the smoky tendrils of power lifted from her and began to swirl around Ava instead.
The sense of them shocked the elf to her core, Ava gasping, arching as the magic fed into her, her skin buzzing with a sudden awareness and delight.
As the magic tendrils left her, Lady Primrose shakily lifted her head, blinking rapidly. "W-wha? H-hey. But..."
"Unfortunately," Ludmilla informed her, "we’ve decided to go in a... different direction." She then yanked the sheer blanket from Lady Primrose’s body and shoved her off the altar. "Now, go and fuck one of the others," said Ludmilla, not even sparing a glance for the displaced noble. "This little elven tart is our new vessel."
Ludmilla stroked her fingertips over Ava’s clothing and whispered a word that fluttered in the air like spiderwebs in the wind.
The magic sparkled in the gathering mist and Ava cried out in surprise as invisible tendrils began to slither into her gown and untie the laces of her bodice.
This lusty force worked quickly, freeing her soft tits and jutting nipples, peeling the dress away from her hips and her blonde mound before bearing her clothing away.
In moments, Ava was nude but for her collar.
It flickered as Ludmilla commanded, "Mount the altar."
Ava moaned softly with assent and crawled onto the altar, laying on her back, providing her with a wonderful view as Ludmilla moved with her, pressing her body atop Ava’s.
Ludmilla’s own gown seemed to join the mist and swirl away. Peals of pleasure sounded from the crowd around them.
Faces loomed from the mist, leering and moaning, and a drumbeat seemed to sound a throbbing tempo in Ava’s core.
She cried out, feeling the desire of the room flowing into her body, a conduit for the raw lust.
"Yes, my sweet," purred Ludmilla, her warm flesh so enticing atop Ava. Her breath hot. Scented. Her hands hungry. Eager. "Surrender yourself to the ecstasy. She will be drawn to your body. She will come through the ether to bless us with her wisdom!"
Ava leaned forward and kissed Ludmilla.
This seemed to surprise the witch, but after only a moment she moaned into Ava’s mouth and the two began to suck face. Lips parting. Tongues meeting.
Their molten mouths joining in a torrid passion as their bodies began to writhe in mutual pleasure.
The pulsating heat of Ava cunt ached for Ludmilla’s attention and the witch’s own womanly folds yearned for Ava’s touch.
A short, intense bout of wrestling began atop the altar. Naked witch atop naked elf, each struggling for the chance to pleasure the other.
Kissing, caressing, and licking as the drumbeat of magic grew more intense by the moment.
Pink mist swirled and pulsated with unnatural light around their intertwined bodies.
Ludmilla, using her larger size, maneuvered herself atop Ava until her knees were astride the elf’s face and her hands were spreading the elf’s thighs.
"Your pleasure!" cried Ludmilla. "Your pleasure will draw her out! Come to us, oh Silken Queen! Your vessel awaits!"
Ludmilla’s fingers stroked deftly over Ava’s cunt and the witch leaned forward and ran her tongue over Ava’s straining bud of pleasure.
The plump bottom of the witch wiggled excitedly from side-to-side atop Ava’s face.
The collar sent submissive urges through Ava’s body. She adored the wicked priestess.
She was glad to be trapped beneath that generous roundness. Ava breathed the scent of Ludmilla’s slick cunt.
She leaned up to it and tasted her hot folds. The delicate sweetness. Her tongue slipping higher, to the warm crack between her cheeks, to taste the soft star of her ass.
"Nnnnnnnaaa, what are you doing?" gasped Ludmilla, lifting her own tongue from Ava’s clit. "You’re licking my... oooooohh..."
Ava’s tongue rimmed the soft pucker of Ludmilla’s clench as she brought her hands up to pleasure the witch’s pussy.
With the fingers of her right hand she parted the witch’s dewy folds and bared the clutching pink of her channel.
In her other hand, Ava held the vibrating wand, and she knew what she must do.
Ava leaned up to bury her face against the soft globes of Ludmilla’s plush bottom, tonguing eagerly into her crack and laving the soft wrinkle of her asshole.
It tensed against her tongue and Ludmilla let out a throaty cry of pleasure.
As Ava licked, she brought the vibrating wand to the womanly folds of Ludmilla’s cunt. The sound of the buzzing changed as it met the fleshy wetness there.
Ava pressed, not to thrust the wand inside, but to firmly hold the vibrating tip to Ludmilla’s clit.
So tightly that she could feel the witch’s ass shuddering with the vibrations of the wand, her soft pucker trembling against Ava’s tongue.
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