Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch

#7 Empire Builder, Milwaukee to Wenatchee, WA, Cabin E, Upper Level, Superliner Bedroom, on route

Bell and I are on route to Washington State, something about a place called a Coven. I have internally been freaking out about all this talk of Witches and shit.

To my naivety, I just don’t understand it and am going with the flow. Bell has filled my head with so much stuff, it just freaks me out. In the end, I just go “Okay, this is odd and I knew this was on the cards with me being able to heal my skin and all.”

The train is greedily gobbling up the track going click-clack.

We are in Minnesota; it’s just after midnight. We have our beds sorted, full bellies, and are enjoying a few red wines. We have been talking non-stop since we got on the train, keeping to ourselves.

Bell is staring at me with her killer green eyes and playing with a glass of wine. She is wearing baby blue hot pants that look like they have been sprayed on her. She is wearing a white bra and an EKO singlet. She is lying sideways on the one little cute little sofa chair on the other side of the cabin. I have on a pair of Bell’s baby blue hot pants that she said were too big for her, but they fit me perfectly. I have on a white t-shirt that says Mine or Yours that I tied up at my belly. I am flicking through a booklet on the history of Amtrak. My mind drifts. I feel I have been through a jungle of emotions and walked out alive.

I think Bell had said we were going to a secret lodge called the Blue Owl.

Anyway, Bell explained that there are four Witch Covens which are all female and all females are lesbian but do have the choice for pro-creation twice in their lifetimes.

Bell’s sweet voice, husky and hot rips me from drifting too far into my head.

“Check this out.” She lets the glass drop from her hand, and it doesn’t fall. It floats right in front of her.

She moves her index finger, and the glass starts to spin. She holds two fingers up, and the spinning stops. She makes a flicking motion, and the glass starts to move towards me. “Open your mouth.”

“Seriously.”

“Do it.”

“How about I do this.” I whip off my hot pants and top, open my legs and gently rub my pussy.

“Shit you are so insane in the brain missy.”

The glass floats to my face. The glass is right near my lips. The edge of the glass just near my lips.

“Come on, missy, open wide.”

“I bet you say that to all the Witches,” I reply.

“Nope. Just you. Open your legs wider, keep masturbating, mouth open please.”

I do as she commands. I open my mouth up. This feels so erotic that is nearly blurring my vision. I open my mouth, and the glass tips and red wine drops into my mouth. A nice mouthful. Some of the red wine dribbles out and splashes on my tits.

Bell gets up and clicks her fingers. The glass flies into her right hand. She moves like a cat and starts licking the red wine off my tits. Biting my nipples, sucking them and tweaking them with her fingers. I go overboard. She leans over and drinks a glass of wine and kisses me. She squirts wine into my mouth, and I swallow. She takes my hand, which is still rubbing my pussy and puts her hand over my hand.

“You want it hard, don’t you?”

I nod.

“Such a fucking whore.”

“Then whore my body.”

She uses her spare hand to reach around and slap my tits. The stinging sensation fires down my belly to my cunt.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Like that, bitch?”

“Yes,” I sneer.

“Get up, turn around.”

I obey.

Bell takes a running shoe and slaps my ass. “Bad bitches need to be punished.”

The slap was playful. “Harder, fucking harder and fuck me with your fingers.”

I bend over, hands on the bed, ass in the air. My pussy is drenched with cum. I am so wet I just want to get off. I don’t look around, but I hear Bell gulp and then feel a cold sensation at my cunt’s entrance.

“I am going to fuck you with this bottle, bitch.”

My heart jumps into my mouth. Hot, holy shit. “Fuck me, do it.”

She thrusts the neck of the bottle right up and starts thrusting fast. Oh, my fucking god. I collapse gasping into the sheets. Bell keeps up her relentless fucking of my pussy. Faster and faster. I can’t speak. I just moan and groan. I push back. I want more. She slaps my ass.

“Cum for me.”

I don’t need encouragement. I am there, right, fucking in the moment.

I explode around the wine bottle. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddddd”

I cum so hard my whole body spasms. Bell withdraws the bottle and playfully slaps my ass.

“Fuck that was hot, Priya. I think we are going to die fucking.”

I roll over and wipe sweat from my forehead. “Ever been fucked by a trannie?”

“Shit, where did that come from?”

“That’s the term that was used in school all the time.”

“The word is pretty disgusting, actually. You mean a shemale?

“Yes. Sorry. A shemale then.”

“It’s okay. We Witches love being fucked by a Futawitch.”

“A what?”

“Futawitch. A Witch with a real dick. Not just a small dick. A fucking huge monster cock. They usually can make it as large as they want, sometimes, if they are powerful enough, they can enhance any body part. It’s phenomenal, really.”

“Wow, sounds fucking hot. So have you?”

Bell laughs. She rubs my stomach. “Yes. Once.”

I am intrigued. “And …?”

“I couldn’t walk for three days.”

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, I was bow-legged.”

“So it was earth-shattering, then.”

Priya raises her eyebrows at me. “A fucking geyser of cum was shot into me, Priya.”

I gulp. My mind cannot grasp Bell’s words. I tremble. This is crazy. Crazy and kind of kinky and hot and my mind wander to the vision.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“We might be lucky and find a FutaWitch on our journey, who knows. We could be fucked together, you the sub and me the dom.”

“I am not a sub, whatever that is.”

“Submissive. You like being on the bottom, like being bossed around, like being fucked by me, hee, hee.”

“Well, that is partly true. So dom is dominant? I can be both, can’t I?”

“Sure can. So you like the idea?”

“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Okay, what’s next for us?” I feel like a sex doll. Priya leans over and kisses me and takes my soul.

“Is this how you use your magic to seduce me?” I muffle tugging on her singlet.

Her eyes gaze into my black eyes with such fire. She smiles and kisses my nose and twirls around to look out the window.

“It was a little idea I had in my head. So yeah,” she sighs. “Something’s wrong, Priya. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Do Witches have like a sixth sense?” I ask.

“Yes, we do. If I walk into a room, I know every Witch, Vardokur, everyone that uses magic. I know humans. I know how they feel and can read their thoughts. We give off an aura. It’s like a glow.”

“What’s my aura, then?”

Bell spins around so fast I pull away. She puts down her wine and looks at me and cocks her head.

“Hot. Alive. Like blue fire and strong. Gosh, if you could see how beautiful it is.”

“Wow. Um, is that one of the reasons you were drawn to me,” I ask shyly.

“My mother told me that you would be scared, a frightened young woman struggling to understand the world. Oh, you were so far from that. You had the most stunning glow that took my breath away. I will always remember my heart ready to burst out of my chest at your innocence. You could not see auras or feel magic or understand the power of touch. Did you know that when we parted that day I cried? I cried like a river of tears for you. I felt loneliness. I felt the lonely girl at ten, trying so hard to hide who you were. I felt the person you were sitting there, waiting to see the Principal. I feel in love with you that day. And honestly, I want to show you so much to make your soul soar,” Bell replies. Her voice shakes. A tear fall from her left eye.

I move closer to her, take her two hands, and pull her to me. I kiss her with all of my everything, body, soul, aura, glow, whatever. I am shivering for her touch, for her lips.

“Don’t make no mistake Bell, you have ignited the flame inside me. I want to explore everything.”

Bell laughs through her tears, wiped them away, sniffed and kissed me back, and her hands ran all over me. “I get that,” she replies. “But be careful with your desires Priya they can be your undoing. The witch world is full of surprises.”

Knock, knock.

“Shit, really.” I break our embrace, and Bell bounces over to the door, flicks the lock and opens it a crack.

“Miss Zuletta?” a small male voice creeps through the door.

“Yes. What is it?” Bell responds.

“A message for you.”

“What have you got?”

“Here, he wanted me to give it to you,” he replies and hands Bell a white envelope. Bell shuts the door.

Bell smells the envelope, spins it around looking at it.

“What is it?”

“It’s from Gunnar. I know his signature. We have a past; he is trying to reach out.”

A pang of jealously smacks me in the guts. “Gunnar?”

Bell looks at me. “You’re jealous all of a sudden. Priya?”

I did not know what to do. I just stare into her eyes. I guess sleeping with Bell has made my mind possessive. I try to ease the situation.

“I’m sorry. My emotions are raw right now. I just had a flash of you running off with some buff male Witch.”

Bell kisses me on the lips quickly. “We are in this together, okay. She reads out the telegram.

I miss you. It has been a long time. Be careful. The Warshari are on the move and not afraid to show themselves. I knew you would be on this train, you know me. [Witch – Scinlase] “The heavens may crash and fall, but our union has the hallmark of a life without pain, just joy.” Please think about that. We will talk soon. G.

The rush of confusion rocks me. It hits me and churns my stomach. I realize I need to get air.

I get up and grab my leather jacket and quickly put a pair of black tights and slip on a pair of blue/black Nikes. I reach for the door, unlatch the lock and slip out. The last thing I hear is Bell calling for me.

SHAKE RATTLE AND HUM

Lower Level, 7 Empire Builder Train, On Route

I run so fast down the stairs I nearly hit a train porter.

“Watch it, lady,” he hisses at me.

I spin out of his way. “Sorry.”

I move up through car after car ignoring the sleeping people or the ones watching Netflix or playing a video game. No one looks at me and sees the frightened eyes, the raw snake weaving around my stomach, ready to eat me. I go into the lounge snack car.

Dim lighting.

The soda machine lights up part of the car.

The clack, clack of the train makes the car oddly soothing to my raging heart. There is no one in the lounge car.

I don’t have any money. I decide to go up to the soda machine and put my hand on the glass. I concentrate and say, “Drink and chocolate bar.” A blue buzz shoots out of my hand, and a bottle of water drops down and a Hersey’s bar.

“Holy shit. I have power.”

I grab the bottle of water and the chocolate bar. I open the water and take a large swig. I look over the back of the car and slide myself into a booth. I feel odd. I have woken up. I get that. I have experienced the most intense fucking sex with my best friend that has blown my mind apart. Is that good? I do believe it is. The complication is I don’t know the details of Bell’s past. I am shocked out of my thoughts with the lyrical voice that has enveloped me for over two years.

“Priya.”

Her voice is music, soft, and hurting. I don’t turn around. I am frozen. I am so hoping that she can’t see me because I am lost in the shadows. I feel her coming closer. I feel her hand, her small hand rub into my shoulder. God, those fingers are shooting electrical currents into the erotic soul. Damn her. Damn her. I want her to fuck me.

“Take a seat, Bell,” I say almost a whisper. I try hard not to have any emotion attached to it.

She sits down across from me. She has been crying. Her eyes are puffed. I want to kiss the pain away from her. What am I saying! What about me?

Okay, play it cool, Priya.

She is wearing a blue flannel over her singlet, and she looks delicious.

“It was a message. Gunnar is my betrothed. I am bisexual Priya, and I am proud of that. I will explain all about that later. Anyway, he wants more from me than I am willing to give, at this stage. I have been away from him for a while now, and he is reaching out, that’s all. That’s the honest truth. [Scinlase Witch] “To be more than you are, you have to look inside first.”

That familiar sensation rocks into my head. I close my eyes. I feel the language. It’s ancient. Old. Really old. It is familiar to me deep in my soul. Boom! I got it.

[Scinlase Witch] “Love has more to it than simply reaching its shores,” I quote. I love speaking this language.

Bell has tears in her eyes.

“Yes,” she says in English and wipes her eyes. “Can I read to you what he wrote in Scinlase? You will understand.”

I take a sip of Soda. “Okay,” I reply softly.

Bell speaks slowly. “I miss you. It has been a long time. Be careful. The Warshari are on the move and not afraid to show themselves. I knew you would be on this train. I cannot wait to see you again. There is something between us that is yet to be explored.

[ Scinlase Witch] “The heavens may crash and fall, but our union has the hallmark of a life without pain, just joy.” Please think about us. We will talk soon. G.

I put my hands under my legs to stop shaking. I do not know what to think other than he wants her so bad. Like achingly bad.

“He’s got it bad,” I blurt out.

Bell laughs. “But he ain’t getting it bad or otherwise.” She leans over and kisses me deeply on the mouth. One kiss melts my weak ice cream emotions. One kiss to ignite the feelings I have for this amazing creature. Oh, I got it bad, too.

I manage to half blurt out some words. “I can speak your language now, yeah?”

Bell still smiling at me, shakes her head. “Yup, and you speak so well. It was perfect. By the way – you still are a virgin!”

“Huh, what are you talking about?”

“You haven’t done magic yet. The first time is so charged with adrenaline; it’s awesome. I was like five. I remember it clearly. I thought I had peed myself, but mom said I burnt a tree down. She was right, the tree outside where we lived was toast. I remember feeling the power, a real rush of power. I cannot imagine what it will be like for you. Unless you know how to use it and you haven’t told me. Are you keeping a secret from me, Missy?”

I laugh. “I used magic on the soda machine. So ha!”I lean over and spack a lustful kiss on Bell’s sexy lips. She kisses me back. It feels like an ocean of sweetness. The touch of our lips is magical and full of desire.

A low grumble, then a louder hiss tears through the train. I feel the train slowing down to a stop. A porter runs through the car. We unlock our love tangle and fix up our hair. My long black hair is a complete mess. I get out of the booth to straighten up my clothes. Bell is right behind me.

“Move your ass missy,” she says while she slaps it.

I jump. I hear a straining of brakes.

“How serious is this?”

“Serious. The train has stopped. Meaning either technical or something is stuck on the track. Or …”

Bell lets that drop into nothing. I don’t reply just watch how my heart is singing now, and the rush of our embrace is still humming inside me. Bell takes out the cell phone and slides her finger around.

“We are in Fargo, North Dakota.”

Lights shoot up in the car. My eyes adjust.

“Attention Passengers of the Empire Builder. Sorry for the interruption at this time of night, we have pulled into Fargo, North Dakota. We will be here for fifty-five minutes as eight miles up the track is some maintenance to be done. You may disembark the train to stretch legs etc. Please do not stray away from the train station, thank you Amtrak.”

“Can we go out and stretch our legs, Bell?”

“Right on. Let’s go back to our bedroom, grab a few things, and do that.”

We head back to our cabin. We only have a backpack each, so we are traveling light. Bell hands me the Glock. She flips off her sweats and puts on black jeans.

“Why are we taking guns?” I ask innocently.

“We might meet a stranger in the night, can’t be too sure in this neck of the woods, missy.”

I punch her arm. “You sound like a park ranger, a hot park ranger, kiss me, you ragamuffin.”

Bell pouts. “I am not a ragamuffin, and if I am, that means you’re are a tramp. So no kissy-poo for you. Here take the knife, strap it to your right ankle.”

I take the knife and do as Bell says. “What the?”

Bell laughs at that. “Strap it to your leg, here I’ll show you.”

Bell uses a Velcro strap that is attached to the knife to strap it to my left leg. I feel weird having never had to rely on weapons before.

We head out of the cabin. Our cabin is right next to the stairs, so we were down the stairs and out of the train in no time.

Fargo Station at 3am is not that interesting. I see an old sign above the main building: 1906. I am assuming that it has some significance. Not many people get out of the train. A few elderly spritely couples with Canadian windcheaters on, four men in their twenties looking rather lost and one guy with a Chicago Black Hawks hat quite literally look straight at Bell and me.

“Blue jeans, leather jacket, Chicago Black Hawks hat dude is looking at your ass Bell and my tits, mind you not quite sure he can see much in my leather jacket.”

“Dufus brain, your jacket is open and how could he not see your gorgeous tits. Oh no, he’s coming over. Let me do the talking.”

My biker leather jacket is called the Malibu, not sure what that actually means, but it has been with me since I was fifteen. A biker couple was hanging out outside a bar in, Cedar Rapids, Iowa and I stole it. I watched them making out, and I took the jacket. Simple really.

Wide-eyed man adjusting his junk as he approaches is grinning. Oh god, does he actually think girls are turned on by that cavemen behavior? I roll my eyes. Bell kicks out her hip and puts on a pouty “don’t fuck with me” look.

“What’re two hot chicks wandering around our patch?”

Bell laughs. “You know your words are so fucking pathetic.”

The wide-eyed man smiles. “I got eight inches of fun for your sweet cunt, interested?”

I step back. Bell is quick to step forward. “That’s all you got, flyboy!”

“You should be excited!”

“Take your pathetic hard-on elsewhere. This isn’t a meat market.”

“Hey, don’t … “ He stops mid-sentence, just like that and grabs his throat.

Bell is smiling. “Cat got your tongue, ahh, so sad. Later, later.” Bell spins, grabs

me, slides her arm around my back and pushes me down the street next to the train station, giggling.

“What did you do?”

“Throat-close. A simple trick, really. Did you see me flick my left index finger? Bell asks.

“No.” I didn’t see a damn thing it was that fast.

“See how fast you have to be. I just whispered, the spell, Be’ naa. It means “Close” in Ancient Witch. It will wear off in around ten minutes just enough time to scare him.”

“You got to teach me that, holy shit that was cool.”

Bell shakes her head. “Nope. Can’t do it, virgin.”

“Damn it,” I reply and stick my tongue in her ear. She recoils, and our embrace is broken.

“That was so strange and hot at the same time, goddamnit Priya you are the sexy minx, not me.”

We have walked into a carpark with trees lining the area. Around ten cars are parked. A single streetlight illuminates a small space in the middle.

I laugh and kick at a rock. It rolls near a black van.

Bell whispers in my ear, “Move to the door at the side of that building.”

I notice a dark door, graffiti sprayed and scratched.

“Do you sense that?” she asks me.

“Yes.”

My nipples got hard. I feel light-headed and horny. What is going on? I look down and see a green mist swirling around my feet.

“What is this Bell, are you feeling horny?”

“Yes, fucking horny as hell. There is a Futa Witch near, it’s their signature.”

I shudder. “Holy shit are you serious?”

“It must want you.”

“Me!”

“Your smell, your aura, it’s that strong kiddo.”

“Okay, what do we do?”

“Go inside. Turn the handle.”

I nervously turn the handle and push the door open. It’s a storeroom full of shoeboxes from floor to ceiling. Bell touches me on my shoulder. “Slowly. I got your back, baby.”

I move inside. Bell closes the door. There are two large shelves then a door in the corner. Standing next to the door, I can make out a hooded figure. I notice a hand raising up and a clean light the size of a marble flick out and rise up.

I can see the face. Deep red eyes. Lupine face, smooth skin, full lips, and a tall, lean body with a large chest.

[Scinlase Witch] “Welcome, Allegra, what do we owe the pleasure?” Bell says in a low tone. She is freaking me out. She steps ahead of me and raises her hands.

Allegra pulls her hood off and reveals stunning long blue hair. Holy mother of god, she is stunning.

She smiles. “New blood. I come to your girlfriend. I want her.”

My head feels scattered. My nipples are rock hard. My breathing starts to become shallow. What is this Allegra all about?

“How do you know about her?”

“I know the story. It’s infamous now. Her mother giving birth and leaving her to live with humans. Warshari, Skelaiten, and we are all looking for her.”

Why are they talking like I am not in the room?

“Hey, I am here, right over here. I can speak for myself.”

Allegra steps forward. She is wearing a tight catsuit. Her breasts are massive. She has a Yin/Yang amulet around her neck. “Yes, you can Priya. I need you to take your clothes off. You need to lose that virgin status. Magic is roaring in your soul. It needs extracting. Plus, I need to fuck you, so you’ll become my little bitch.”

Bell moves fast and slaps Allegra across the face. Allegra grabs Bell’s hand and twists it and shoots a green blast from her free hand. Bell slumps down.

I gasp. “What did you just do.”

She laughs. “Put her to sleep, honey.” She steps over Bell and flicks her hand.

I suddenly feel different.

“Feel different, don’t you. Heighten awareness. Hard fucking nipples. Wet pussy. It’s sex magick. Easy spell to learn. I call it instant fuck lust. You just have to fuck or be fucked instantly.”

“What the fuck are you?”

“Your inner desire. We travel the lands giving pleasure. We are Futa-witches.”

“Why do you say we?”

“Because we do not speak in the first person only when we fuck. We are a tight coven.”

I feel the horniness I have ever felt in my life. I feel if I move, I will cum. I so want her to kiss me. This is nuts. I’m sure Bell is okay, but that is so far from my mind I’m lost. Lost in sex. “How do you know about me?”

“I know your mother. She sent me to you. I found your scent, and here I am.” She clicks her fingers, and my clothes drop off me. She swirls her hand in the air, and blue mist envelops us. She is now naked, too, with a monstrous cock between her legs. It is fucking huge, as long as my arm.

Holy shit, Batman! I gulp.

“Impressive, huh. Suck it. I know you want to.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I first reach out and run my hand over the large bulbous head, twirling my little fingers over it. The veins are like wild highways. I put both my hands together to form a circle and slide up and down. She moans. “You get the idea, honey. Go faster.”

I get a large gob of spittle in my mouth and dribble that onto the massive cock. It feels so fucking hard. My pussy aches to feel it inside my womb. I gather the spittle and start jerking as fast as I can. My mouth drools. I place my mouth over the purple/redhead, it’s like putting a large apple inside my mouth. Allegra groans. She thrusts, and the cock pushes down my throat. I gag but take it. She groans again.

“Take my fucking cock little bitch.” I suck and suck and slurp and slurp, getting faster and faster. I look up into the deep red eyes fixated on my face.

“Am I a good girl?”

Allegra thrusts again, and I choke. A deep hiss inside her escapes. I take the opportunity to thrust my fingers into her cunt. She yells out. I put four fingers and my thumb deep into her vagina. She is so fucking wet. I start fist fucking her while sucking on the massive cock.

“I’m going to give you my seed now!”

She starts cumming. Jets of thick white cum comes shooting out and down my throat. I swallow as much as I can. The cum is non-stop. I groan. Allegra grabs my head.

“Take it, bitch.”

I can’t take all of it.

The cum shoots out of my mouth and all over my luscious tits in rivers of cum. Thick sticky cum. It’s hot and makes me want to stuff it all in my horny cunt. I start rubbing my pussy frantically. I am going to cum too, I am so fucking insanely turned on right now. I suddenly feel a warm rush of energy start at my feet and keeps roaring up my body. I move back, drenched in cum, fingering my cunt and then it happens.

I orgasm. A rush of blood shoots to my head, and I scream out.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

I feel energy rushing through my skin. Red, blue, and purple light rushes out of me. Allegra falls over on to her back. She laughs.

I am so confused. I blurt out, “What the fuck was that?”

Still laughing Allegra gets up on to her elbows. Her massive tits and cock staring at me to fuck them. “Magic, my dear Priya, you just had a magic orgasm. You are now one of us, officially. Now come here and fuck my cock.”

I am aching all over for that cock.

“Fuck me doggy, Allegra, give me all your cock then I am going to finish you by riding you to fucking Hell.”

She laughs, “I love the dirty talk, you newborn babe. You and I are going to have many encounters over the years. I definitely like you, you horny slut.”

I have no idea what has taken over me. When I get oversexed, I just lose it. Lose all sense of reason and want the dirtiest fucking things in the world. What is going on with me?

I grabbed one of the shelves and thrust my naked ass out. “It’s all yours.”

She laughs again. It’s creepy and fucking hot at the same time. I am not sure how that works, but I have goosebumps all over my 18-year-old newborn body. She grips my ass with one large hand and slides her monster cock into me slowly. “Yes, you are so wet.”

“I am delirious Allegra. Just bang the shit out of me.”

She thrusts hard at my request. I groan. She starts a rhythmic driving force filling up my womb with unbelievable intensity. I feel amazing. I feel beyond amazing. I am entering a sexual nirvana that only a rarified few enter. I just keep saying “Yes, Yes, Yes”

It is not going to take me long to cum. I feel the magic train lining up and ready to fire down the line and take off into the upper levels of celestial heaven.

Allegra puts a finger into my ass. Her finger is hot, roaring hot and I have no idea what she is doing but I just start cumming like smashing fifty thousand juicy watermelons at once.

“Nngh,” I manage. I push forward so her monster cock can slip out. I just know turn around time will be only seconds before she wants me to ride her.

“I didn’t come little one, so I am going to lie down and let you blink then you are going to climb on top this god cock and fuck it until we both explode.”

I rub my sweaty nipples and neck. The smell of sex in the room is overwhelming. God, I love it. Allegra lies down, and her monster cock is pointing up like the fucking Effiel Tower. I am beyond horny. I am not sure if that is a term but I have no problem with getting my soaking pussy impaled by a baseball bat.

I stand over it.

I don’t have to lower myself too much, maybe half a foot. My pussy lips greedily smack into the large fucking head. I slowly gyrate myself over the monster cock. I fucking love it. I inch my way down, slower and slower, gasping all the time. I feel I am on a fucking piston. I can’t stand it any longer I start thrusting my legs forward and back the steel rod inside me is gorging out my insides in glorious pleasure.

I cry out. “Fuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”

Allegra grabs me and stands up. I am at her mercy. She pumps like a fucking machine gone haywire. I am wailing and wailing and wailing. She pushes me against the boxes piledriving into me.

“Beg for me Priya.”

“Give me everything,” I wail.

Guttural moans shook from my body. I suddenly feel the wild energy roaring through me.

Oh.

My.

God.

I scream out at the top of my lungs.

Blue energy explodes from me.

Allegra flies away from me and crashes through the wall.

I slump down in a mixture of sweat, cum and pussy juice, absolutely sated.

Bell wakes up and looks at me, she laughs like a crazed hyena. “Holy shit Priya Allegra has fucking destroyed you!”

“If that’s what sex magick is all about I’ll have other several rounds please,” I smile guiltily.

The End