You will feel my magic - by Bella

You Will Feel My Magic

I am a witch, and the high priestess of my coven, a group of twelve other women and I. Our power is real. We make things happen at our will, and our will is not to be taken lightly. We work at night and very often require the assistance of men, who come to us willingly, so that we may draw energy from them. We do not, however, take from them without bestowing gifts on them as well, and we can do this remotely.

We may begin in the middle of a field, the crop ripe for harvest. You will be blindfolded as we lead you there, under the bright full moon. The blindfold still on, we will undress you, laughing as the breezes play with your body as your clothing slips away. They are all hungry for you as I am, but we restrain ourselves as the ritual must be nearly done before I take you, and my sisters follow. We lay your naked and vulnerable body down in the middle of our circle, under the light of the full moon. We start to sing and circle you by fire and moonlight, and I come into the center of the circle, seeing that your cock is huge and pointing skyward. That is when I lower myself onto you and it is enveloped in the tight warmth of my pussy's magical embrace. As I ride you wildly, the wolves howl all around.

 

The ravens call as my twelve sisters tighten the circle, only as I find more energy and tighten around your impossibly swollen cock. You are so close to spilling the seed we seek from you, and now all thirteen of our naked moonlit bodies writhe all around. As I fuck you, my sister witches begin to nip and suck gently at your exposed vulnerable flesh. As you near your climax, you can feel the dripping wetness from their places of magic and carnal sin sliding up and down your arms and legs, their clever witches' hands touching you in places and ways you never dreamed possible. Finally, it is all too much, too agonizingly good, and you explode, shudderingly inside me, your Goddess, and feel wonderfully, narcoticaly limp. My sisters slow in their frenzy, and their stroking becomes soft and sleepy. We have gotten what we wanted from you. We are satiated. As I lift myself slowly off of you, I command my sisters to tend to your every desire, should you become ready again, and I whisper in your ear, " You have done very well, pet. Concentrate on one wish or desire, and it will be granted..." To be continued...