Ava moaned, melting under the witch’s kiss. Hot pleasure oozed through her like mulled wine.
Strength fled from her limbs as she shyly surrendered her lips to Ludmilla’s questing tongue, her body arching beneath the wandering hands of the sorceress.
Ava was likely decades older than the woman currently reducing her to a puddle of whimpering lust, but she was like a girl before the mature beauty’s expertise and confidence, helpless to resist the wandering hands of Ludmilla as they lazily pulled open Ava’s bra and blouse, releasing her breasts and toned stomach, her finger gliding around Ava’s bellybutton, stroking teasing lines down from there to the elf’s belt before, with a flick, undoing that too.
"My, my," whispered Ludmilla, "you’re fairly panting for it, my sweet. And just what do you think I’m going to do with you?"
"Use... use magic?" gasped Ava, lifting her head to watch over her heaving breasts as Ludmilla’s deft fingers began to unlace the elf’s trousers.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, a taste of the pleasures those... fortunate... women discover in my web." Ludmilla’s eyes twinkled darkly and she suddenly yanked Ava’s trousers down the elf’s slender legs.
Ava gasped and kicked, and in a moment Ludmilla had Ava’s pants around the elf’s ankles, thighs tensing, her mound covered beneath her frilly panties.
Ludmilla stripped the trousers off entirely and tossed them aside.
The woman gazed hungrily at Ava as she caressed the elf’s dainty feet.
The witch’s hands stroked up Ava’s legs, towards the reporter’s trembling quim.
Ava held her breath, watching, waiting, so eager to be touched. Toyed with. Used. Fucked.
But Ludmilla denied her for the moment. The voluptuous sorceress stood up and locked a stare into Ava’s innocent eyes.
The witch’s hands moved to the fur trim of her gown and she began slowly to reveal herself, first the immense plushness of her bust. Her breasts creamy white with wide pink areolas and thick, womanly nipples.
Despite the huge size of her breasts, they were as pert as those of a much younger woman. Their only defect was a rather prominent brown mole that bulged from her deepest cleavage.
Ludmilla smirked and continued to open her gown. Her pale abdomen was not at all fat, but had a softness suggesting no lack of food, wine, and leisure time.
The gown slipped from her wide hips, revealing that softness continued lower, to her plump bottom and thick thighs.
But such ampleness did nothing to lessen the woman’s beauty. She ran her fingers over her bare mound, a slight shadow there hinting at a thicket of hair that she kept shaved, her fleshy cunt glistening with her arousal.
Ludmilla touched herself there, running her fingers over her folds, spreading them slightly, and then back above her mound. She drew a design on herself with a fingertip and a glowing pink rune with an hourglass shape appeared on her skin.
Ava gasped at the strange, throbbing light. "Ooooh. What’s that?" whispered the elf.
"The goddess grants me certain blessings," murmured Ludmilla. "Some of my clients prefer the pleasures I can give them directly to those they might find in the embrace of another. It will only take a few ticks of the clock... but I shall keep you occupied in the meantime."
Something began to squirm between Ludmilla’s thick thighs.
Before Ava could get a better look, the voluptuous woman grabbed Ava by her ankles and pushed her feet back towards her head.
Ava cried out as the woman tore aside the frilly panties and leaned down to press a kiss to Ava’s glistening elf cunt.
Ludmilla’s lips were warm and soft, but insistent. Kissing repeatedly along the furrow of Ava’s folds and quickly locating the tiny bud of Ava’s clit.
Ava cried out with pleasure as the woman went from kissing that sensitive spot to deftly licking it. Eagerly tonguing around it and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Sucking it between those soft lips and making lewd sounds.
Ludmilla’s fingers explored the slickness of Ava’s channel. Her thumb massaged the soft divot of Ava’s elf asshole.
As Ludmilla licked, sucked, and fucked with her fingers, Ava felt the pressure of control ease from her mind. Relax its hold as she grew accustomed to whatever spell was worked on her.
Of course, that only got her so far when a beautiful woman was eating her out, but the intrepid reporter tried to gather her wits and resist the pleasure. She had a job to do. She needed to focus.
"You... you mentioned the Silken," gasped Ava, trying not to thrust her hips to add to the pleasure. "Is that... um... is that an organization? A business?"
"Mmmmmmmmm?" replied Ludmilla, sucking at Ava’s clit. Her lips popped wetly and she lifted her gaze. "A little of both. But there is no need to worry about that now, my sweet. Enjoy this pleasure while it lasts."
While it lasts? Ava felt a tremor of fear.
"Are the Silken... the Silken the source of your magic?" asked Ava.
"Oh, no," purred Ludmilla, pulling her fingers free of Ava’s cunt and letting her tongue wander inside. "Mmmmmm. The goddess... grants me boons. But my... mmmm... my you are sweet. My magic is my own. Mmmmmmm!"
Ava grabbed the divan’s cushions with both hands as Ludmilla’s tongue thrust and curled deep inside her. It felt far longer than any woman’s tongue should be. Licking every sensitive spot. Finding new ones that a cock or a finger could never reach.
Ava’s core tightened. Her thighs began to tense and tremble.
"Lady... Lady Primwood," cried Ava, unable to fight the welling pleasure. "What did you do to her? Did... ah... did you kill her?"
"Nnnnn nnnhnnn nnnnn," protested Ludmilla, fucking her squirming tongue deep into Ava’s cunt. The added vibrations were more than Ava could stand.
She bucked her hips and nearly levitated off the bed with her pleasure. She grabbed the backs of her knees suddenly, surrendering even more of herself to the greedy witch.
Cumming for her. Cumming in hot waves. Her nectar pouring into Ludmilla’s mouth and dripping down her chin.
The pleasure left Ava quivering like a bowl of aspic. She looked up at Ludmilla as the witch lifted her face and wiped her lips and chin. The woman smiled. Kissed Ava passionately.
Their tongues meeting and tangling together. The sweetness of Ava’s cunt shared between them. The weight of Ludmilla’s plump tits squeezing against Ava’s own mounds.
"Now it’s time to show you one of those boons," purred Ludmilla.
She pulled back from the kiss and slipped off the divan and back to her feet.
She stood before Ava, her hands on her wide hips, her face flushed with her desire, and Ava beheld the goddess’s gift.
A long, pink cock stood out from Ludmilla’s loins where here cunt had been only minutes before.
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