Bare feet slap against the stone tiles, breaking the silence in the halls as Charmcaster rushes for safety naked as the day she was born. Gwen had left no time for her to grab any clothes as the redhead jumped at her straight from her bonds. Even going so far as to incinerate the blanket Charmcaster had spelled to follow. Charmcaster's feet ate the distance to the next corner. She still couldn't help but swear, damning the redhead's magical power.
A backward glance widens her eyes and Charmcaster throws herself around the corner, barely dodging the bolt of energy thrown at her. Despite the stitch, in her side Charmcaster doesn't pause. Long legs propel her forward even as she rakes her eyes over the long hallway to search for cover from Gwen's pursuit.
That search costs her as a shockingly loud crack resounds and a searing pain impacts her bare bottom. Sparks shoot through her as Charmcaster lets out a shrill cry. Her hands fly to her behind, she sprints away from her pursuer as she hisses between her teeth at the pain. Another glance over her shoulder shows that Gwen wears nothing more than a feral grin, a glowing pink whip formed from her will is held in her hand.
The witch's voice is incredulous as she shouts over her shoulder "Oh come on! Where did you even learn how to use a whip?"
A sharp snap booms close by and Charmcaster jumps away from the noise, a teasing lilt sounds comes from behind. "I know all kinds of interesting things, keep still and I'll show you."
With narrowed eyes Charmcaster folds her hands together and flecks of violet light blink into existence between her palms as she shapes a spell. The flecks spin around each other, their light flows together to a roiling ball of flames. With her ears pitched for the crack of that whip Charmcaster waits for that horrible crack. A sound like a gunshot and the whip snaps near her skin. It takes everything she has not to flinch.
With a racing heart Charmcaster plants her left foot on the ground before turning her body around. There is a glimpse of the nude redhead, a moment to consider the angle before the ball of heat is pushed out. And a torrent of violet flames rushes forward with a roar.
Gwen skids to a stop and the whip dissipates in a shower of pink sparks as she brings her hands up to her chest before pushing them out. A wall of pink light snaps into place only a few moments before the violet flames beat against it. Gritting her teeth Gwen shifts her hands, the wall changes shape and the flames billow past her, scorching the walls.
Step by step the redhead walks forward, a look of fierce concentration on her face as she weathers the storm. The stream of fire becomes smaller, the force of it against her shield wanes before it disappears. Dissipating the wedge Gwen is met by a hallway filled with blackened stones but no silver-haired witch. Gwen lets out a huff as she walks forward, conjuring pink stepping stones to avoid searing her feet as she searches for the escaped witch. With a careful eye on her surroundings, Gwen disappears around the bend at the end of the hallway.
In the empty corridor a relieved sigh comes from the wall and it shimmers when Charmcaster's veil of invisibility ends. A shiver passes through her body as a draft in the hallway caresses her naked body. With her ears pitched Charmcaster turns her head, listening for a moment before she is satisfied that Gwen won't return. Her hands come alight with a violet orb and the silver-haired witch bends down to pass the warm light over her skin while she mumbles a spell.
Starting at her feet Charmcaster passes her hands over black painted nails before dragging them up long, smooth legs. With a slow motion the heat is dragged up her belly and despite her mumbling a tremble passes through her when Charmcaster thinks back to the moment right before Gwen's wall went up.
The redhead never lost that wild grin, not even when the flames were so close. The pink glow might have obscured Gwen's eyes but Charmcaster still felt that smoldering look the instant before the fire obscured the redhead. A look that brought an all too familiar tension to her core. Charmcaster dismisses the thought with a slight shake of her head, the orb drags over her arms as she keeps an eye out for a certain redhead. The warmth flows freely and the goosebumps on her alabaster skin begin to draw back though her nipples remain stubbornly stiff as green eyes flash through her mind.
Finally warm again Charmcaster retraces her steps, careful not to make too much noise as she goes. She presses herself against the wall at every corner, sticking her head out just far enough to steal a peek. Her journey back to the room where Gwen had been held captive goes far too easily and when the door is finally in her view Charmcaster casts detection spells with each step. She finds no magic beyond what the door itself holds.
Once she steps close enough the door glows to Charmcaster's senses, heavy magic locks away her clothes and possessions behind the solid oak. Delicate fingers trace the web of magic, intent to find a weakness in the spell. The moment her fingers touch the wood a corner of the web sticks to them and a loud wailing erupts. Charmcaster jumps at the sudden noise, clapping her hands over her ears the witch curses as she races away.
Sure that Gwen would be drawn to the noise Charmcaster makes her way to her private chambers. Still cautious despite the tension roiling in her body the witch watches each step. With her heart beating in her throat Charmcaster peeks from around the last corner. The door to her chambers is closed yet the faded carpets before it are lighted to her senses by a dim glow.
Charmcaster's eyes narrow as she scans the empty hallway for any lingering spells but finds nothing other than her own security still left in place. Rushing forward she whispers to herself with a smile.
"Let's see if she can find me when we take this game to the open world."
The door opens a sliver, enough for her to slip inside and press her back against the wood with her eyes closed in relief.
"All safe and secure?"
Charmcaster startles at the voice, her eyes snap open and she gapes at the speaker. An impish grin meets her before hands that seem so delicate spring forward to grasp Charmcaster's wrists. Her wrists are pushed against the wood while a warm body presses against her. A rush of helplessness nearly overwhelms her as Charmcaster tries to fight the grip. The hands around her wrists are like iron, holding steady and fast as they ensure her capture.
It is the warm body sliding against her own that makes Charmcaster begin to lose sight of why she wants to escape. Those green eyes gaze into her own with a hunger the witch can barely believe. The fire within her body pools low in her belly as Gwen draws closer and all she can hear is the wild beat of her heart. A soft, silken heat envelops Charmcaster's lips and her eyes fall shut.
Their lips mold against each other as the two lose themselves to their passion. What feeble thoughts Charmcaster can summon, thank the door for holding them up as the world spins away. The insistent mouth of the redhead parts her lips and Gwen's tongue slips inside. Gentle in her exploration but demanding. Gwen draws Charmcaster in further and further, shifting against her prisoner to swallow a strangled moan.
As Gwen draws back from the kiss she captures one lip in between hers, tugging lightly with her teeth Charmcaster whimpers before Gwen lets it slip free. Charmcaster breathes heavily with the back of her head resting against the door as the redhead traces a line over the witch's cheek with her nose.
What little breaths charmcaster takes are stolen by the kisses the redhead trails down her neck, she sighs at the softness that feels like the wings of a butterfly brushing against her. That softness changes abruptly when Gwen bites her collarbone, Charmcaster gasps sharply. With her thighs rubbing together to stem the pooling heat the silver-haired witch squirms against the door as Gwen leaves a mark to remember their encounter before moving downward.
With a hazy mind the witch follows the path of kisses and nibbles that the redhead marks down her body. Charmcaster's wrists are still held against the wood of the door as Gwen sinks to her knees. Charmcaster shifts and shakes when the tip of Gwen's tongue begins to draw an intricate design on her lower belly.
Only when the sensation of a lock being closed comes to mind does Charmcaster let something escape, a long, drawn-out denial.
"Noooooo."
The spell placed on her feels almost the same as the one Charmcaster used to lock away Gwen's release. Her thighs press together before a warmth envelops her wrists and long fingers pry her thighs apart. A downwards glance reveals glowing bands holding her wrists fast to the door.
The redhead kneels before Charmcaster with a wicked grin. "Turn about is fair play, let's see how long you can withstand that 'Touch of frustration'." Slowly Gwen parts her teeth and her tongue peeks out, the tip of it glows with a bright pink light and Charmcaster's brow furrows.
Her wondering leaves in an instant as that wet tip draws a line down from her belly button and Charmcaster moans at the heat that sends sparks shooting down her spine. She heaves against her restraints even as her legs open from their own accord. Gwen traces a path over the hill of the witch's mound and Charmcaster bucks against the door as the tip of that tongue draws closer to her blooming lips. Black nails dig into the skin of her palms as she wishes for that touch with all her being.
A sharp sudden pain makes Charmcaster scream as teeth latch onto her inner thigh, her core throbs as Gwen sucks at the skin. Gwen pulls on the flesh between her teeth before she traces the patch with her tongue as a stuttered gasp comes from Charmcaster.
She can do nothing more than pant as her body shudders and shakes under the onslaught that steals her breath. That insidious tongue leads a path of fire up her thigh that makes each nerve spark. With her back pressed against the wooden door, it takes little persuasion for her leg to be lifted and hook over Gwen's shoulder. All Charmcaster's thoughts are devoted to willing that tongue to finally press against her weeping core. A sob tears itself from her as Gwen licks up a drop of her arousal and gives a moan of appreciation.
The world jerks around them when Charmcaster feels the first touch against her. She screams at the next as it dips inside and swirls around her straining clit. A long sweep that highlights every groove and bump makes Charmcaster curse loudly as she falls forward.
"Fuck!"
Charmcaster stands bent over at the waist with her wrists still bound against the door as Gwen moves her tongue along the witch's slit. Great sweeps that slide against her straining clit have the silver witch heaving deep breaths before she straightens abruptly with a wail. Gwen sucked one of Charmcaster's inner lips into her mouth and strokes it with her tongue while she hums. The keening wail above her shifts in pitch along with the note Gwen holds. The one leg Charmcaster stands on trembles even as she uses the other to pull the redhead closer.
Releasing her prize with a pop Gwen delights in making the silvrette twitch with each new twirl around her stiff button. With one last kiss to Charmcaster's clit Gwen rises to her feet. A stirring of lust in her own belly as she gazes at the captured witch. Charmcaster still stands against the door on trembling legs, her mouth open as she pants heavily. She stares at Gwen with half-lidded eyes that show nothing but lust. Ignoring the throb in her own core Gwen presses against the captured witch, pulling Charmcaster's head to the side by her hair before latching onto the witch's neck. Charmcaster groans loudly as teeth press against her skin.
Gwen slips one leg in between those of Charmcaster and presses her thigh again the witch's wet slit. A jolt of pleasure and Charmcaster can't help but move her hips. Her weeping lips grind on the redhead's leg even as Gwen gives a throaty chuckle near her ear. "Are you that desperate to come?" The words are punctuated by Gwen's tongue running along the shell of Charmcaster's ear.
She would have denied it, had she been capable of it Charmcaster would have forced the redhead on her knees to get back to licking. The bonds on her wrists, the heat in her belly and the knot in her core bring a desperate need. And when Gwen sucks greedily on that one spot beneath her ear Charmcaster can only let out a long drawn-out hiss as an answer. "Yesssss."
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"
Charmcaster's hips buck at those words, a frenzied pace that leaves Gwen's thigh slick with her arousal.
"Yes."
In one smooth motion, Gwen steps back and dispels the shackles on Charmcaster's wrists. Suddenly bereft of any warmth the witch falls forward and the cold stones beneath their feet brings a sharp hiss from Charmcaster. She stumbles after Gwen, a glowing pink cord wrapped around her throat leads her to the bed and Gwen forces her to crawl onto the covers.
"Play with yourself."
A short command whispered in a sultry tone and accompanied with a sweet kiss, for a moment Charmcaster hesitates. The cord around her neck tightens and she gives in to her desire, sliding one hand down her stomach as the other clutches her breast. With a desperate need Charmcaster rubs her fingers into herself, shuddering with each pass over her weeping lips. With her heavy moans, Charmcaster can hardly hear Gwen rummaging about somewhere nearby. She ignores it, feeling that she is but one finger flick away from her release if only that damned spell didn't prevent it.
With a sudden yank on her hair, Charmcaster is pulled backward, the cord around her neck falls away in pink sparkles as a hand grasps her breast. She moans deeply as Gwen kneads her breast and sucks on her earlobe. Something long and thick presses against her slit, it rocks against her, sliding between her lips. The shape is intimately familiar and opening one eye answers her suspicions as Charmcaster sees the head of her black strapon move back and forth. It peeks from between her lips even as the head rubs against her clit.
With one hand in the witch's hair, Gwen forces her to lean forwards and tilt her hips. The redhead moves the head of the plastic cock between Charmcaster's lips. With the shorter end nestled inside herself Gwen moves forward, slowly sheathing the strapon into the witch. Charmcaster lets out a long, low groan as she is filled, when Gwen's hips press against her behind the witch trembles.
Gwen sets a tortuously slow pace, sliding back and forth with a long, slow movement as Charmcaster shudders. The one hand in her hair shifts to hold Charmcaster by her throat before she is pulled against Gwen, the redhead's breasts press into her back even as the plastic cock inside her presses into a bundle of nerves. At the first push against her g-spot Charmcaster stiffens, when Gwen rocks her hips the witch lets out a series of grunts. She is barely aware of the lips that press against her neck as pleasure arches through her.
A hand winds its way around her throat and Charmcaster is pulled against Gwen, her head turns at an insistent touch before Gwen's tongue delves deep inside her mouth. Gwen's tongue twists around her own as the witch feels mana pour down her throat as something takes hold of the locking spell. At a strong thrust, Charmcaster tears her lips away to cry out as the sensations begin to overwhelm her.
The silvrette falls forward onto her hands as Gwen sets a more vigorous pace, pumping into the witch. The room is filled with Charmcaster's moans and the sound of their thighs slapping together, with each thrust the moans grow higher. The steady back and forth curls her toes even as Charmcaster bites the sheets to muffle her cries.
Inside her, the heat threatens to overwhelm all she knows as sparks fly at the edges of her vision. A hand planted between her shoulder blades pushes Charmcaster down, her breasts press against the bed as her hips tilt. Gwen takes full advantage of the new position to set a fast rhythm, the redheads breath grows heavier by the second. Gwen pistons into the witch with fast, shallow thrusts to carry the both of them to their release.
The knot inside Charmcaster explodes and her moans devolve into a wail. Waves of heat pull her under as she shudders under the onslaught of sensation. But Gwen never stops, increasing her pace to a frantic frenzy tips her over the edge, and an explosion from deep within overwhelms her. Gwen buries the plastic cock into Charmcaster. With fast snaps of Gwen's hips, the witch shudders beneath her as their cries mix together to fill the room.
Eventually, Gwen begins to slow and she collapses onto Charmcaster's back, panting heavily into the witch's ear as Charmcaster twitches beneath her. Rolling onto her side the strapon slides out of the silvrette who gives a groan at the sensation, Gwen shudders as she pulls the shorter end out of herself. The toy drips from their arousal when she drops it to the floor. With gentle hands Gwen pulls Charmcaster close to her, kissing her cheeks and neck in a languid fashion.
Charmcaster trembles from the aftershocks of her release but still manages to mutter something beneath her breath.
"You are such a sore loser."
Charmcaster nestles herself into the hollow of Gwen's throat as the redhead laughs tiredly. The both of them fall into a deep haze as the blankets settle over them with a pink sheen to the edges.