"June…"

Dr. June Moon had just fallen into a cavern. Her knee was skinned, but otherwise she was better than she expected to be. But she must've hit her head or something, since she seems to be hearing her name echo throughout the chamber.

"June…"

There it was again. A slow one-eighty degree turn later, June found herself facing an altar. There were four little statues on it. All the same size, but with different symbols and faces. If her contact was correct, these were idols made to trap sorcerers that were once worshipped as deities back in ancient times. How ancient was up to debate, but that was what archeology was for. It was also at that moment that Dr. Moon felt like bashing her head against the rock wall, angry over her realization that she didn't acquire the means to call anyone for help. She figured she was close enough to the nearest town, so why worry?

"June…"

Once again, the voice called to her. Its hypnotic sounds pushed June into carefully approaching the altar. Specifically, she went for the idol with the headdress shaped like a crescent moon. Something about it was so alluring that she just had to take it in her hand. She didn't mean for what happened next to happen. Examining it, she must've pushed the head of the idol back harder than she intended. It came off. And from the neck emerged black smoke.

Instinctively, June spun around to face...something. From the shadows of the cave wall, she saw two burning red dots. Eyes. They came closer, revealing that they belonged to a scraggly, stringy-haired woman in scantily revealing chainmail underwear with bead necklaces and bracelets on her neck and wrists respectively. She was filthy, her hands almost completely covered in something similar to dirt or soot. Tribal tattoos adorned her spotty skin. But most unnerving for June was her face. It was hers. The stranger had June Moon's face. And on that face was something not unlike desire.

"What a beautiful girl you are, June Moon," hissed the being.

June suddenly felt as if she was in danger, but she was frozen in place. "Who are you?" she asked nervously.

The being vanished in a puff of smoke. June daren't move. The breath on her neck made her heart skip a beat. The next thing she knew, the being was right behind her, resting her chin on June's left shoulder. Their cheeks were touching, and the being was gently caressing hers with hers.

"Such a beautiful, pretty girl," she said. "I have had many names, June Moon. Many names and many worshippers. I had a real name once. But I abandoned it once I discovered my dark destiny." The being's arms were suddenly and softly wrapped around June's body. "I was called the Enchantress."

The Enchantress put her lips to June's ear. Nibbles and licks came afterwards, much to June's confusion. The entity's hands were now stroking across June's chest, from her belly to her breasts. Despite how dirty her hands were, nothing was smeared on June's shirt. The doctor whimpered, trying to hold back a moan. The Enchantress's touch was stimulating.

"Wh-what are you doing?" asked June softly.

The Enchantress was now kissing June's neck. "You have been chosen, June Moon. Now is the ritual." She squeezed June's breasts, finally eliciting a sound from the archeologist.

The ancient being appeared in front of June and took hold of her face. She pulled it close and locked lips. The kiss felt unnatural to June, but she was hypnotized, invested. She kissed the witch back, ignore the fact that she was making out with her identical twin. The kiss soon went from slow and sensual to tense and passionate. Tongues wrestle as hands rubbed across backsides. June was now fully moaning into each long kiss, but the Enchantress remained silent save for her erratic breathing.

The next she knew, June was now on the floor of the cave, the Enchantress looming over her as she planted more tongue-filled kisses and dissolved her shirt and bra. She released June's lips, though for a moment the archeologist was left leaning towards her, begging for more of the witch's mouth. The Enchantress slinked down June's chest, her hands going from her face to her nipples. She slowly rubbed across them with her palms as she moved to kiss June's belly. Still she moved lower as she planted them until her face was at June's crotch. June sat up, staring as the witch caressed her area with her cheek, like a cat against a leg. With a touch of her finger, June's pants vanished into smoke.

The Enchantress buried her face into June's panties, feeling its wetness. "Yes, this will do," she smirked as she disintegrated them with a touch. With haste, the witch got to lapping at June's slit. The archeologist gasped and began moaning louder and louder with each lick. Soon enough, the Enchantress has stopped licking all together and began sucking on June's clit. She was practically kissing the doctor's lower lips at this point.

The combination of massage by lips and tongue was driving June over the edge. Her hips were bucking and her body was writhing. She was panting and yelping. In between her euphoric yells, she looked at the one pleasuring her. The Enchantress was staring at her with intensity, her eyes burned into June's mind as she assaulted her sex. The look was quizzical at best, and June, for a split second, wondered what was going through her lover's mind. But concentration on that thought shattered as June screamed and fell back onto the ground, riding out her orgasm. Her entire body shuddered as she came in the Enchantress's mouth. The witch continued sucking on June's slit for a minute or so, eventually letting it go with a loud smack sound that echoed throughout the cavern.

June panted as she laid on the cavern ground, ignoring its wet, cold surface. The Enchantress crawled up June's body until their faces were parallel to each other. June leaned up and kissed the witch, wanting more of what the sorceress could give her. But the Enchantress did not return the kiss. Instead, she stared into June's eyes with a blank expression.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" asked June, who reached for the witch's breasts and groped them. Still, the Enchantress didn't give any reaction, even as June slid her hands to her rear and rubbed her cheeks. June was begging for another round, but the ancient witch was refusing to oblige.

"The ritual is done," the Enchantress said, a distorted echo in her voice.

June blinked, and found herself against a corner of the cavern. She was in a fetal position, her pants and panties were at ankle levels, and her hand was over her wet vagina. Her fingers felt wet. For a moment, June wondered what had happened. Her mind raced with theories as she glanced at the broken idol she had held a moment before. Perhaps there was a hallucinagen in it that caused her to imagine everything that had happened? Maybe there was some kind of pheromone in the hallucinagen that caused her to...well…

It was at that moment that something came over her. A kind of force had pushed her to whisper the name of the one in her apparent fantasy.

"Enchantress…"

The one who said it was June Moon. The one who rose to her feet afterwards was the Enchantress, free to roam the Earth once more.

"Come on then, June Moon," muttered the Enchantress as she felt up her body, feeling and enjoying every curve and crevice. Her new host body was perfect, beautiful. She licked the remains of June's juices off of her fingers. She knew that somewhere deep inside, June was tasting it as well. "Let's do something fun."