It was perfectly formed, untrimmed so that the tip peeked out from delicate foreskin, glistening a bit with arousal and with two well-made bollocks dangling beneath it.
"W-wow! Did you use that on Lady Primwood?" gasped Ava, staring in wide-eyed wonder.
"Of course," laughed Ludmilla. "Rich women like her are so easy to please. You see, Ava, the rich and the powerful have only one enemy: boredom. It’s the insidious foe that infects them as they discover that money cannot buy happiness. And if you can offer a reprieve from boredom, the thrill of sin, they’ll do anything for it. And it’s so very easy to sate them. To convert them. Teasing them along to deeper and deeper depravities."
Even in her state of undress and desperate arousal, Ava’s reporter instincts latched on to a word. "W-women?" Ava gasped. "Then... then Lady Primwood wasn’t the only one?"
"Ha! Hardly. Many are the wives and husbands of Estarian’s elite who have spent time in my boudoir. Have tasted the pleasures of my touch and sorcery of my goddess. But as for you, Ava Windemere, I fear you’re a bit too schooled in such matters. The paltry teasing I allowed those bourgeois won’t break you. So the direct approach might be necessary." Her hand grasped the root of her newly-formed cock and she stroked its length, skinning back the tip. A cruel smile quirked her lips. "Perhaps I shall even fuck you to death."
"You can do that?" Ava panted, excited and frightened in equal measure.
"Shall we find out?" Ludmilla purred as she moved in, grasping Ava’s thighs, hiking them higher, revealing the tender flower of the elf’s dripping pussy.
Was it possible? Could it be? Then Ludmilla’s lips were once more on Ava’s, her tongue so skilled a dancer the elf melted, and into her hot pussy was plunged the witch’s cock.
Pleasure burst within Ava like an explosion of physical sensation. She moaned into the lips of the witch as Ludmilla began to pump into her, fucking her faster. Faster!
Her cock plunged into the moaning elf with ever more intent power, Ava moaning blissfully under the sorceress, enthralled by the sensation of the witch’s fat cock within her, her breasts mashed beneath Ludmilla’s own impressive bust, her body a plaything to the woman, younger than the elf in years, yet older in a far more fundamental way.
"Oh goddess yessss," Ludmilla moaned. "Goddess! You’re so... mmm... tight! That little elf cunt... ah... so greedy for it! Taking my cock. My big cock! Yes. Yesssss! Take it, girl. Take your mistress’s cock!"
"Yessss!" Ava wailed beneath the seductress, riding her cock with all that she had. "Yes! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me like you fucked Primwood!"
Ludmilla laughed, her voice hitching as she pounded into the elf. "Oooh, you would like that! To be claimed... ah... like that slut! To become like her. She isn’t dead, you know."
"N-no?" Ava gasped. "But... ah... I..."
"The lack of body isn’t proof... mmm... of cessation. Perhaps I’ll show you where... ah... where she is t-tomorrow night. You’d enjoy that. Of course... ha... you’d be... at the end of a leash, crawling behind me like... ooooh, like the bitch you are!"
"P-pleeease!" Ava moaned, wanting both. To see Primwood. To be leashed. To be this woman’s eager fuck slave. "Pleeease!"
"Oh g-goddess yesssss!" Ludmilla cried as she hilted her cock within the panting elf, pushed beyond control. Beyond her limits. Moaning as she came with an explosive climax, her cum pumping into the elf in sharp bursts of thick, hot seed.
"Yesssss!" Ava wailed as she came with the witch, her head floating in the clouds of pleasure. Her body tightening in helpless ecstasy around Ludmilla’s punishing cock.
The witch riding out her orgasm atop the elf, a final few twitches pumping the last of her seed into the elf, stuffing her full.
Ludmilla looked down at Ava in lazy triumph, relishing the helpless, blissful expression on the elf’s face.
And only then did she register the crash of splintering wood downstairs.
Ludmilla turned sharply towards the door as shouts rose beyond.
"Damn!" she cursed, glancing back down at Ava. She hesitated, brushing a finger along the elf’s cheek, shivering as Ava moaned and kissed and sucked that finger with abject pleasure.
The door to the boudoir shuddered under an impact, and Ludmilla snarled, tearing herself from Ava, snatching up her fur trimmed robe as she raced to the full-bodied mirror in the corner.
With a word that made the room grow cold the glass darkened like pitch, a web of silver like fractures forming in the glass.
The witch stepped through the mirror, her heel slipping through the glass moments before the door caved in.
Silver flashed as men in glittering armour forced their way inside, cloaks fluttering and weapons bared as they fanned out about their leader. A silver helm worked like a roaring griffon faced the scene within.
"In the name of the Silver Griffons! You are what the fuck!"
The paladin stared at the scene before him in shock, the men gathered behind him in much the same state.
Ava blinked dully at them, her ankles hiked up, her freshly fucked pussy leaking with cum on full display as she found a shaky smile.
"Um... hi, Captain Brightmore. What um... are you... d-doing here?"
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