Totally powerless and under my control, the almighty witch Ethel sits on the floor, her back pressed against a wooden beam. Wrapped around the beam, my belt holds her hands together, the iron buckle touching her wrists. A few nails are protruding from the wood, sticking out around her hands. I’ve placed them in such a way as to not harm her, just to touch her enough to make sure she doesn't move. I have to admit, I don't feel like the greatest person right now. I've never liked mistreating women, no matter the circumstances. But Ethel is a perfect example of why exceptions exist. She looks small and vulnerable, but also intensely sensual. She's trembling slightly, and her lips are pursed, trying to show us her indignation. Her nightgown is ripped open over her chest, exposing her pale, soft tits. The red outline dotting her tattoos seems to sparkle brightly under the candlelight. Her legs are parted, no shyness in letting us see her cunt through the red lace. I take a step toward

Now slick with Bree’s saliva, my index finger circles around her back hole, going deeper with each slow motion. I tease and prod the rim of her muscled ring until it gives in and starts opening for me.Soon, the entrance is loose enough to receive a second finger. I spit right on the target, lubricating around the hole so I can prod deeper and faster. She cries out as I work her anus with my fingers. I love watching her expressions change as her insides stretch to accommodate my invading digits. When the witch releases her hold over my balls, I start thrusting in and out of Bree while still fingering her ass. I work both holes the same way; I go deep and slowly come out almost completely before shoving inside hard and fast. In response, Bree arches her back, slamming her ass back against my hips. Her hands grip tightly to the wood, shuddering with ecstasy."More," Bree whispers. "More."I don’t accommodate her pleas and keep at it until I see the muscles of her back begin to tense.

Ethel looks frazzled and her hair is sticking up in all directions like she's just gone through a whirlwind. Some traces of cum adorn her ravished black hair and her elegant tattoo. “I—” she says, panting slightly. “I regret putting that curse on Sasha…”I nod and say in an understanding tone, “That’s good.”Ethel lets out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging. “Thank goodness. I don't know what I can do now. All I know is that I want more... I need more...”I nod sympathetically, my mind flashing back to when Sasha was under the curse's spell. It wasn't a pleasant experience for anyone involved.“I know you're desperate for more, Ethel,” I say, my voice gentle. “But until I'm sure the curse is gone, I can't fuck you how you'd want to be fucked.”We both want to have a hot night with no consequences and to thoroughly enjoy what the other has to offer. There’s nothing wrong with that, just not yet. I place a hand on her shoulder, offering a small smile. “It's alright, Ethel. We all

The atmosphere is charged with tension as we gather around. The bandit leader stands stoically at the makeshift line, gripping his knife with a fierce intensity. Bree takes her position next to him, deftly twirling her daggers with effortless grace as she waits her turn. I find myself looking around at the faces of the others as they watch the contest. It occurs to me how different life is here compared to my world. Firstly, there are magical and supernatural elements present in this world, things like the existence of spells and enchanted objects, magical creatures, and different realms or dimensions. Secondly, the level of technology and infrastructure in this world, it’s somewhat different from my world. There still exist towns and villages, but they aren’t equipped with the same level of modern amenities and conveniences that I once took for granted, such as electricity and running water. Using candles and lanterns, and making do with a bucket of water for the restroom can be a

After we’d safely arrived in the village, Bree and I came across a small inn-tavern combo to spend the night. It’s a cozy place with a small hearth and a busy tavern at the ground level. Above the tavern are several rooms for rent. As Bree handles the innkeeper and inquires about a room and dinner, I find a quiet corner to sit in and catch glimpses of the sexy bar wenches.My eyes wander from one woman to the next as they walk by, enjoying the sight of their bare legs and tight dresses. From time to time, my gaze wanders, drawn to their breasts which are barely concealed by the thin material. One wench, in particular, attracts my attention. She has long curly hair that falls past her shoulders, with a wild, carefree look in her bright green eyes. Her curves are accentuated by the tight-fitting corset and short skirt she wears as a uniform for this tavern. And though I'm not usually the type to stare at women—[Which is kindaa all you’ve done since you’ve came on Kerenza…]Hmmm… I