An Unfortunate Brew

by sexulpenut

Hex Maniac mixes up some potions, turning her mix for the cauldron her, Tharja, and Raven are relaxing in into something far more sensual and tentacly.

Deep in a dark and foggy swamp filled with gnarled and black trees was a single, large building. It was the only sign of civilization for miles around, isolated by dark murky waters that left it atop a large, surprisingly solid island. The building itself was as dark and ancient looking as its surroundings with three floors made of aged wood planks coated in cracked and peeling paint that had long since turned the same color as the grey muck all around. The sloped roof was missing tiles left and right like missing scales while a handful of mismatched towers jutted from random spots. Some were crooked, some short and squat, some tall and spindly, but all came together to look like the bottom of a crooked maw. No person in their right mind would approach such a cursed looking place even if they were being chased by one of the many alligators or deadly snakes swimming through the swamp.

Yet, the building that was normally only lit by the soft glow of the moon wasn't empty on one full moon night, nor was it as dark and decrepit as it always appeared. The windows were all lit up by a predominantly green glow that occasionally flashed different colors as if spells were being cast or the moving silhouettes were dancing on the floor of a club. An eerie yet fervent beat filled the air full of strange whines and cackling that was mismatched to the heavy, bass-filled beat and melody that would otherwise be welcome in a club, and that beat was matched by the thrumming of many dancing feet and conversation. From the outside, one could see a green haze had settled over the fenced off courtyard that one could only see the shadows of large round objects that more silhouettes lounged within. What no one would expect would be the liveliness happening within, for it was on that very night that a very witchy gathering was happening.

On the inside, a myriad of different witches and warlocks downed goblets of smoking punch from many short and squat cauldrons lined up across a buffet table within the massive ballroom, and even more were sampling the themed food from the buffet, even if most rolled their eyes at the cliche finger shaped hotdogs and bat shaped cookies. Above the ballroom were a series of lights that flashed about to add to the confusion of the dance floor where spellcasters young and old were dancing and cackling to the intense music that a zombified dj played. Contrary to the dreary locale, very few of the guests were dressed in black robes and pointy hats with even the most green, warted, and wizened of them sporting fashionable dresses and suits or various types of swimwear.

Among that crowd was one woman with long, wavy black hair that had a mess of locks that curled away from her thick mane almost like spikes. She was hunched low with an odd, almost maniacal smile on her face that made the darkness around her eyes give her a crazed look, a look that made many look at her potion laden arms with more than a little weariness. However, quite a few were instead marveling at the mostly bared body on what was otherwise such an odd woman. Not that one could blame any hot-blooded male, or female for that matter, for staring so intently.

Her breasts were the largest some had seen, almost reaching the size of her head apiece and perfect for burying one's face into. The large, soft mounds were precariously fitted into a bikini that was either a size too small or just far more slutty than one would expect from her appearance. The small and simple piece was a purple affair that had strings tied around her back and the back of her neck that looked strained to a breaking point, and her pale, creamy flesh was puffing out past two small triangles that were more than big enough to cover her nipples. At least they would have been if not for the bouncing of her breasts with every step that made it seem like those breasts could slip out or break out at any moment. The only disappointment to any onlooker was that a small pile of potion bottles in every shape and size was cradled on top of her chest like it was a shelf.

Luckily, there was far less obscuring her equally tantalizing lower half. Rather than a simple bottom like her top, the witch was wearing a rather slutty g-string that disappeared between her large, firm cheeks… or maybe it was a simple bottom that just wedged up there. Regardless of the reason, no man was upset at the view all but laid out for them. Each cheek was perfectly sculpted into a firm bubble shape that many would have to work out every day for and curved down into thighs that were just as plump. It was easy to see the thick layer of soft fat rounding her out from just how much she jiggled with each hurried step, the kind of jiggling that let you imagine just how much her ass would mold to your hands, but there was something else about the shape that revealed a deeper firmness for an unbeatable squeeze.

If not for her sheer concentration on rushing through the room towards the back entrance and strange look in her eyes, more than a few probably would have taken the chance at getting even the slightest feel of her amazing assets. The closest anyone got to such a feat was another witch carrying potions across the floor with neither of them quite looking where they were going. Before any onlookers had a chance to shout a warning a big crash filled the air as bottles scattered across the floor, thankfully not shattering. The two women profusely apologized while they snatched up bottles, and, in their rush, no one quite noticed that a few shapes and colors in the bundles within their arms were a little different. Not that the hurrying witch even took a moment to check, her gaze immediately snapping onto two other women waiting impatiently by the door.

One of the women was slender and fair skinned with a black cloak bordered by gold covering her form. Her face held a dark scowl and eyes that always looked like they were always judging the best hex to put on someone, and the dark look wasn't helped by the long, black hair flowing down to the middle of her back with two small twintails just above an oddly shaped golden circlet. The other witch wore a much more bored expression that was broken by the slightest furrow of her brow to create a frown and an annoyance flashing in her purple eyes. Her light, gray skin was accented by her short, purple hair and a red gem in the middle of her forehead. Like her friend beside her, her body was covered completely by a flowing purple robe.

"Took you long enough," The fair-skinned witch grumbled, "I haven't had a good revitalizing soak since the last party, and I need to keep my skin perfect for my precious Robin. Do tell me you brought that potion with you at least, Hex. I remember how she was fascinated by the suppleness of my skin for almost a week last time. Her delicate fingers rubbed every inch of—"

"Of course. I brought all of that and more," Hex interrupted the woman's increasingly fervent rambling with her own quiet and creepy voice, barely noticing the way her friend held her head in her hands with an almost crazed look in her eyes, "I had a lot of fun experimenting with these to make sure this will be the best night yet. One of these will change the color, a few will change the smell, and I have one that I made especially for myself that I can't wait for you to try."

"Is that why you are late, or was it squeezing into that tight bikini?" The gray-skinned woman sighed, "How can you even go around in that thing without something covering you?"

"No, I just had some trouble getting here with all of my potions, Raven. Personally, I don't see why you would want to wear a cloak over everything. It's just another layer you have to take off and leave in the dirt, and I don't like taking that much time when I could just leave it at home."

Raven just sighed and shook her head, "I swear… Have you ever considered something a bit more conservative."

"Don't say that," The third witch tittered, "She isn't my beautiful Robin, but she certainly fills out what she wears quite nicely. You can't fault her for using what she has."

"It still fits after all, Tharja," The curvy witch agreed, albeit with a surprising sense of innocence, "But can we please stop talking and get into one of the cauldrons? It is a pain trying to hold all of these bottles."

The other two narrowed their eyes at her a little, but they didn't say anything as she hurried past them into the courtyard. There, the trio saw their long awaited goal: a grove sparsely filled with even more trees and peppered with steaming cauldrons large enough to hold four people. Despite the thick fog working alongside the trees to obscure their vision, it was easy to see and hear that most of the cauldrons were occupied. As the group walked towards a more secluded and quiet corner, they could see the shadows of people talking, flirting, and one couple that seemed a little too close… and bouncing. There was a slight blush on Raven's face that was from more than the almost oppressive heat of the swamp and steam. Thankfully, it died down a bit as Hex climbed into their cauldron with a happy sigh, saving the few seconds the others needed to let their capes slip to the ground.

Beneath the capes were figures that were just as scintillating as Hex's curvaceous figure, even if they weren't quite as plump. Tharja wore a tight, black one piece bordered by gold much like her cape that did more to push her curves up than it did to bind them. Her breasts almost seemed to defy gravity itself despite the tight weight trying to pull them down and volume of them, both perfectly perky teardrops taking two hands to really handle. Any man that could see the deep cut of her one piece would almost be drooling to bury his face inside, especially once the soft, pale flesh was soaked and glistening with water. However, as much as those two mounds jiggled and almost begged to break from their sad containment, her ass barely moved at all. Tharja's globes were a delightful, firm heart that was just big enough to clasp both hands around and had just enough fat plumping it up to get a nice squeeze out of it.

On the other hand, Raven's lower half is where most men's gazes found themselves gravitating towards. That night, the witch's gray skin was mostly bare with only a conservative purple bikini covering her curves. The top found no trouble in holding the twin handfuls of her firm mounds while pushing them together to give her more cleavage than most men would expect of someone her size. Beneath the fabric, the shape of her nipples was more pronounced than the other women's, revealing large, puffy nipples perfect to suck on and bite. However, her bottoms had the same kind of trouble as Hex's pair, wedging between her plump rear so much that it almost turned them into a slutty g-string. Her thick cheeks held a lot more firmness than Hex could muster, barely rippling in time with her steps, while keeping the same perfect heart shape that Tharja had. Any time she bent, her taut, gray globes almost begged for a good spank, and everyone could easily picture the bounce of their hand off of the bouncy flesh. It was a delightful thickness that travelled down to her thighs as well to make two amazing pillows for resting one's head against or getting crushed between.

Their bodies looked just as great when they climbed into the hot water as well, both letting out long sighs of contment when their bodies sank all the way down to the top of their breasts. There was a moment of quiet where Raven could spread her arms across the lip of the cauldron and rest her neck against it to raise her face to the stars twinkling above the steam and fog. Tharja instead took some of the water in her hand and let it run down her head with a pleased chuckle, her body relaxing into a limp puddle with the heat hitting the perfect spot on the top of her head. Then, their moment of peace was broken by Hex finally popping the cork out of one bottle but not before giving it a slightly suspicious look.

"Hmmm, I could have sworn this was blue not pink… Oh well," With a shrug, she tipped it upside down and let the potion mix with the water, "I think I just put them in different bottles than I remembered."

"You think?" Raven rolled her head back forward to give her friend a worried look, but her view was obscured by a puff of pink smoke that almost looked like a heart, "Hex, you really need to figure this out before you pour it out."

"Has she ever let us down before? I can already feel it working as we speak. I would know that deep, warm buzzing everywhere," Tharja giggled excitedly while another two potions were added to the mix.

Instead of arguing, the gray-skinned woman just sighed and watched her curvy friend gleefully pour out bottle after bottle. At the very least, Hex was enjoying herself. Her swirly eyes lit up with every puff of smoke that poofed up with every few pours, even if one or two made the shape of a heart for a second despite that not being in her calculations. However, what was calculated was what happened after everything was added in. The water thickened up to a more jelly-like consistency while still being fluid enough to not feel too odd to the other two women. In fact, what made them protest was when the witch in charge of the concoction sank lower and took a big gulp of their water.

"You're drinking it?" Despite the disgust in Tharja's voice, there was more curiosity and interest present, especially when compared to Raven.

"You do realize other people have used this water, right?" She found herself backing away a little from the odd display, "It has to taste horrible."

"It tastes better than I calculated actually," Hex smiled and took another sip.

Before the purple-haired witch could say something else, she saw her other friend scoop up some to take her own sip. To her surprise, Tharja didn't immediately spit it out. In fact, her face scrunched up with curiosity that gave way to her eyes opening wide with surprise then turning into a pleased smile. That was immediately followed by her taking another deep sip and letting out a happy titter.

"She's right. This is actually rather good, like a very thin and sweet honey."

"Are you serious? You have to just be pulling a joke on me," Raven groaned, but that was the exact moment a handful of the thickened water splashed on her face. As she began to glare at Tharja, a few drops of the odd liquid found itself sliding into her mouth, filling it with a strong, sweet taste that almost made her want another sip, "Huh… I guess I shouldn't doubt you two so much. Why did you choose this flavor, Hex?"

"I didn't," Hex shrugged, "I only planned on purifying it to be drinkable because I get super thirsty in jacuzzis, but I guess I mixed up my formula a bit. I hope I can remember what I did differently because this is amazing."

With that, she dipped her entire head inside, gurgling as she drank down a few more gulps. Despite Tharja reluctantly going back in for another quick sip, the gray-skinned woman fought against the urge. In the middle of her little conundrum, she found the waters getting even warmer than before and making her sweat like none of the years prior. Pants were starting to slip from her mouth from the heat, yet it was hard to complain. For as warm as it was, it was a nice kind of warm that settled deep in her bones and gut that slowly began to spread. However, out of the corner of her eye, her raven-haired friend was pulling herself out of the water a little until her dripping and heaving breasts were bared to the steamy air. However, her worry was broken by Hex popping back up from the water with a gasp, her normally pale face rather flush.

"I am disappointed that there is no fragrance though. I thought I brought that with me. It was going to be a nice vanilla and sandalwood scent to keep this steamy smell at bay," The curvaceous witch sighed while floating in the middle of the cauldron with only her head above the water, the rest of her limbs lost in the liquid.

"I quite like the smell," Tharja sighed and rested back against the lip of their tub, not quite sinking her breasts back beneath the slightly too warm water, "Plus this year the thickness is divine. It feels almost like one of those mud baths you can take but without the mess and not quite as thick, and it's so hot."

"A little too hot," Raven groaned and had to fight back the urge to rub her stomach as it tingled with a slightly odd itch from the heat that didn't quite feel like a light scalding, "Couldn't you have only raised it a little?"

As she finished, the brushing of some fingers against her submerged thigh made her glare at Hex, not that the girl seemed to notice her look or that they just touched.

"I didn't add anything like that," The messy haired witch shrugged with one arm while her other seemed to continue doing something beneath the water just as another few fingers ran across her knee, "It must just be that the magic they used for heat was a little strong or someone added to it before us. We could turn it down."

"I don't think so," Tharja huffed a little and finally submerged her chest once more with a groan that was slightly more sweet than it should have been, "It's a little steamy, but once your skin gets used to it, it's heavenly."

Tharja herself found it hard to pinpoint why those words just felt right. Only moments ago, the wind was a welcome relief from the steam, then it began to feel way too cold. Now that she was dipped back inside, it felt like every fiber of her being was being caressed by a gentle, warm hug like the kind Robin would give her. The very thought made her core ache in a way that made her just want to slide her fingers inside herself and— She shook the fogginess from her mind and forced that feeling into an odd tingling along her skin just before her hand could slide down far enough. However, the gentle touch along her thigh from her right didn't help one bit, so she narrowed her eyes at Raven. Sure the witch was beautiful, powerful, and oh-so-distant in a way that made her want to break the coldness, but… for the life of her, she didn't know why she didn't let Robin slip from her mind for one little night.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" She blurted out before the thoughts could take hold.

"Thank the gods," Raven groaned, also happy for her own distraction from the itch in her stomach and fogginess in her mind, "I've been having issues with Trigon recently that have me in a mood. You won't believe how hard it is to have a father who is one of the most powerful beings in existence, and just the other day he managed to use his powers to keep Beast Boy from changing back into a human… somehow."

As soon as she finished, Raven's thoughts slipped towards Beast Boy's animal forms. There were times where she considered trying out his beast forms in the bedroom but had always stopped short in case it made him leave her. Granted, the thoughts were never that intense… So why the hell was her mind suddenly flooded with so many fantasies? It was impossible to stop her hand from slowly massaging just above her womb, sending a shock of pleasure so strong through her body that she almost squeaked. Yet, she couldn't stop, not while her mind conjured a perfect image of a green horse fucking her from behind. Those powerful haunches rippled with every thrust slamming against her fat ass hard enough to make it clap and her face smash into the bed. Her thick moans were muffled by the sheets in her teeth and the mattress almost suffocating her, but with such a thick horse-cock stretching her tight cunt—

"That kind of reminds me of Robin," Tharja's words snapped her out of the far too detailed fantasies just short of slipping her fingers beneath her bikini and stroking her clit, "Her fate was connected to this evil dragon that was destined to destroy our world, but now she's all mine… and the world is saved of course."

Her slightly deranged chuckle wasn't enough to stop that fog from creeping back in, this time filled with thoughts of her wife. Her hand was on her face to cover her chuckling, but, before she knew it, her fingers were slipping into her mouth. She could almost imagine they were Robin's fingers filling her needy, moaning mouth as the unyielding toy her lover wore pounded away inside of her. Try as she might, she couldn't help but let some drool slip down just the way she liked it while hoping the others didn't notice. Although, it seemed like they did and were encouraging her to continue as fingers from her left side slipped towards her hip before sliding away, and what felt like a palm cupped the bottom of her right thigh for a moment. Those touches reminded her of what it felt like when her wife's hands were desperately clenching against her hair while she dug her tongue into Robin's pussy and made her feel like no one else could. Tharja's fingers drifted towards her pussy and began to push into it through her swimsuit just like she always did when Robin was completely at her mercy, shuddering and gushing in her mouth as she delivered so much pleasure that—

"Tharja!" Raven snapped just after a wanton moan slipped out, "What are you doing?"

Despite the sudden accusation snapping her from her memories, it couldn't quite clear the wonderful, buzzing haze filling her mind, and it was easy to see that the purple-haired witch was dealing with the very same buzz. Raven's eyes were a little unfocused, her face way too flushed, and her arm moved ever so slightly up and down while shaking like she was trying to hold back the motions and failing. It was a rather odd sight that probably should have made her worry. There was something clearly wrong— Every thought was broken by a strong unhindered moan from the far too quiet witch.

Hex could hardly believe they were still talking. How could they stand the deep throbbing heat or the nagging need to plunge their fingers as deep into their pussies as they could go? She wasn't much of one for masturbating herself, but it didn't take a genius to know when their body was in desperate need. At first she tried to be courteous and keep herself sunk low in the water and only lightly rub herself so the water stayed still and no moans came out, but the myriad of odd and scintillating thoughts filling her mind made that impossible. All she could think about was being in a dark mansion as ghost pokemon descended upon her. A haunter came down to dig its big claws in her breasts, sending a delightful dangerous chill down her spine that made her real hands squeeze tight. Another unhindered moan slipped out as she eagerly massaged her pillowy mounds, especially as she fantasized of a duskull coming between her legs to give it a thorough and cold licking. Her palms ground at her rock-hard nipples, her thoughts not even on her friends while so many lewd—

"Hex! Don't you have shame?" Raven snapped, bringing her out of the fantasy.

Suddenly her mind was well aware of the two beautiful, glistening witches staring at her hands as they deftly worked against her skin, making one nipple pop from the confines of one side of her top. Yet, she couldn't stop them, not when her fingers were really scratching at the itch filling her entire body. In fact, it felt so good she only just noticed that she had risen above the water and thrust her chest out as if inviting the two to touch.

"Sorry," Hex gasped out, "I just need to get a tingling feeling out of me."

"By the gods, at least don't be so obvious," The purple-haired witch grumbled, but Tharja couldn't hold back a titter.

"So you're the one that's been brushing up against us. I appreciate the invite, but if Robin ever found out I did it… well, she might not mind that much actually."

Raven started to say something about Tharja brushing up against them as well, but, instead, her attention went towards the oddly interested look her curse-happy friend was giving those luscious breasts.

"Look, can we just go back to talking about regular stuff? The situation with Beast Boy has been really straining our relationship, and I was hoping you guys might have some advice. He keeps going on and on and on about being sorry that we couldn't have sex. It's starting to get on my nerves."

"Why? Haven't you wanted to try something fun? Maybe find out if all of that tentacle hentai stuff is as good as it claims to be."

Try as she might, she couldn't keep a blush from her face as Tharja practically read her mind. Although, maybe it was also from Hex's constant, needy moans as she massaged her tits nonstop.

"Well, I tried to broach the subject of him having some fun watching me play with myself to pictures of him or something, but that seemed to just make him upset."

"Well, I can see why. It would be frustrating to know…" The dark-haired witch's eyes flicked towards Hex with frustration flashing in them before flicking back, "To know that your lover doesn't want you as you are or to wait until everything is fixed. And what if it's a permanent issue? You need to sort that out as— Hex, you're doing it wrong!"

In a flash, Tharja was sidling closer to the horny woman with a sigh and brusquely pulled her hands away. There was a moment where Hex let out a small cry of frustration before slender hands were digging deep into her titflesh and turned that into a full throated moan. On instinct, the curvaceous woman pushed her chest forward and clasped onto her new partner's shoulders for support. Raven could only let out a shocked "uh" in response to both the sight and having her advice cut off, especially with just how into it her messy-haired friend immediately looked.

"Hold on Raven, Hex isn't going to stop until I show her the proper way. First of all, you're being too gentle with your massaging. Really dig deep and jerk your breasts around, like this."

Hex could barely fathom the sudden rush of sensations and pleasure that ran up her spine the instant those nails dug into her soft, creamy flesh. The slight pain alone burned oh-so-nicely, but it only grew more intense when the hands began to move. She was helpless against the almost cruel jerking that stretched her skin to the limits and bounced around so quickly that it stung. Yet, there was something amazing beneath the rough treatment, a desire that suddenly flared to life from where it lay dormant for so long. There was a moment where the witch was sure her long, deep moan would form into a beg for more only for those hands to pull away and let her heavy breasts bounce back into place.

"And then you also need to treat your nipples with care," With a deft movement, Tharja was able to pull Hex's top off and send it hanging along the edge of the cauldron, "Here, this is Robin's favorite way."

To Tharja's own surprise, she found herself having fun playing with a woman's breasts that weren't her wife's. Hex was so cute with how she gasped and just so cutely vulnerable and innocent looking that it just made her want to— The messy-haired witch gasped when her hands squeezed around one fat tit. The flesh was so much softer and heftier than Robin's firm mounds, almost begging her to squeeze as much as she could and drown her fingers in delightful titflesh. However, she was able to stop when one nipple popped out just enough to really wrap her lips around. Except, instead of using her lips, Tharja's teeth gingerly pressed against the hard bud.

Another gasp slipped out that was more akin to a whine at the sensation before turning into a pleasured squeal as they bit down. Tharja didn't bite down much, but it was enough to make Hex's back arch from the shock of pain and pleasure, especially with the other hand now deftly massaging her other breast. Although, the witch eagerly fondling her found it just as fun to hear her almost scream. That small, evil voice in her mind made her bite harder and harder, only stopping short of really cutting into the skin. Her other hand in turn pawed harder and harder, becoming a rough kneading just like a cat getting comfortable on a bed. However, for every sharp bite followed by a quick lick or suck to soothe the tender nipple, Hex's cries only grew more intense.

Her hands shook and clenched against Tharja's shoulders while her back kept arching forward until she was close to pressing her back against the rim of their cauldron. Her legs even shot out to lightly wrap around her friend's thighs and clenched harder the more they began to quiver. The hot pain in her breasts became a divine melting feeling that made her brain melt just as much. In no time at all, a familiar feeling built up in her mind but one so much more intense than anything she had felt before. Her body started stiffening even more with each lewd slurp against her, her cries becoming shakier and more high pitched. As the peak began to come, her hands finally slipped from Tharja's shoulders.

Tharja herself only had a few moments to register what was coming before those soft hands were wrapping against the sides of her throat. Hex's thumbs pressed into her windpipe with a familiar blind desperation that made her breath come in short gasps and her throat burn. Beneath that new sensation, she couldn't hold back her own slightly gurgling, pleasured moan that mixed with her friends. Then, Hex's body stiffened one last time beneath her hand and mouth as the thumbs pressed down really hard for a single instant. The moans ramped up into a high pitched squeal before her body relaxed, her hands slipped from Tharja's throat, and her body slumped back again with a happy sigh.

"Did you… Did you just have an orgasm from that?" Raven asked with a surprised and slightly disturbed look.

Tharja pulled off of the nipple she was sucking on with a pop to look her purple-haired friend right in the eyes.

"Yes. It's rare to have someone that sensitive, but is it really that much of a surprise. Hex has always been weird."

As soon as she finished, the messy-haired witch pulled her friend into a big bear hug, squishing her large breasts against Tharja's slightly smaller pair.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! That tingling is gone now!"

"Yes, I get it, just—" Tharja started to push against Hex but was stopped when Hex's lips crashed into hers.

The dark-haired woman could barely process what was going on. Hex's surprisingly soft and sweet lips were grinding into hers with an almost intoxicating passion. Her body immediately responded in kind entirely on instinct, pushing back and slightly tilting to the side. Then, her friend's tongue pushed past their lips and slammed into Tharja's tongue. Despite having a loving wife at home, she couldn't quite stop herself from intertwining her tongue with Hex's and really enjoy the deep, loving kiss. Her hands even stopped pushing away to instead rub beneath the soaked but somehow still wild hair and feel just how slick and smooth the witch's back was. The slight contours were surprisingly nice to trace and memorize beneath her hands. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Hex pulled away, leaving Tharja's face as flushed as hers and only a single string of spit to connect their still stuck out tongues.

However, the almost sinister giggle as the curvaceous witch's mouth twisted into an almost unnatural grin and eyes flashed with a worrying amount of delight made Tharja gulp.

"And now I need to return the favor."

With that, the witch submerged, giving the now blushing witch only a moment to start backing away. All she could think about as soft hands grabbed her thighs beneath the water is what would happen if Robin found out, even if there was a part of her already tingling with excitement. When her back hit the side of their cauldron, there was nothing stopping her hips from being pinned against the wall, her legs being spread just a little wider, or the tight fabric wrapping around her pussy being slid to the side. Then, there was a warm face eagerly burying itself between her legs, making her cry out with pleasure she couldn't hide as she instinctively doubled over and pressed both hands against the back of Hex's head. Not that the witch needed the encouragement.

There was a surprising amount of skill in the way her friend's tongue slurped up her slit. Every lap was perfectly angled to let the tip of the tongue graze her clit, sending deep shivers of pleasure all the way up her back and forcing out pleased groans. That combined with the sheer insistence behind every lap as if she was trying to push her tongue as deep as it could go. Despite her gasps, Tharja still worked out whines of resistance that were nothing more than half-hearted begs, pleading that went unheard beneath the water. If anything, it made those hands slip down to her ass and pull her even tighter. Soon, that insistence was much more than just insistence. Hex was becoming relentless and speeding her slurps up until it felt like an animal was eating her out. Try as she might, there was no stopping her full throated moans of pleasure or jerks of her hips.

Her movements and her cries ran completely counter to the empty requests to stop that slipped from her mouth. If anything the witch's body was begging for more, all but forcing Hex to really dig in and give her pleasure that only Robin could. Suddenly, the tongue shot forward and buried itself in her pussy, finding almost as much liquid flowing out as it could outside. Hex's tongue didn't just slurp and run back and forth like many of her previous and disappointing partners had done. The muscle wiggled and vibrated to massage every inch of her walls like a stumpy, slimy tentacle trying to fill her up, and the rush of pleasure was almost on par with what her wife could do with her golden tongue. If that eagerness was aimed towards being more precise, then— The thought couldn't finish before her friend managed to somehow work out a little more ferocity in every slurp and even started to suckle against her.

Raven couldn't believe her eyes or ears. Never in her life had Hex ever been so forward or ever taken the initiative like that nor had she ever seen Tharja let someone else touch her like that without casting a hex. Sure she had a crush on them both herself but— Wait, what was she thinking? Her brain was so fuzzy and she couldn't even move as much as she wanted to. In fact, her body was almost melting beneath the water and begging for someone to slurp it up just like her curvaceous friend was. She could already see those swirly eyes looking up at her through the murky water with delight as the woman worked out all of the lust boiling over inside. The worry that should have been in her stomach was completely overpowered by the delight she found in the way Tharja bobbed and gasped out, getting closer and closer to her orgasm.

Then, with one final cry, the curse obsessed witch clenched up and shuddered, forcing her friend's head tight against her thighs. Her pussy flooded that eager mouth with all of the girlcum that she could swallow. There was only a hint of guilt at the thought of what she would tell Robin when she returned, guilt that was so easily washed away beneath the amazing heat. It lasted longer than any other orgasm she had felt before, as if the heat of the water was making the intense rush drag on and on, or it was simply that Hex never once slowed her tongue down to let her rest. Whatever the reason, there was a great relief when she finally found her back resting against the cauldron and her hands slipping from her friend's hair. Then, Hex re-emerged with a proud smile on her face.

"Did I do well? I haven't exactly tried that before."

"Better than I expected," Tharja replied after a moment to breath and bring about an almost sinister grin, "But you have a lot of work to do before catching up to Robin's level."

"Yay," The normally gloomy witch cheered and pulled in close to her friend again, her hands on either side of Tharja's shoulders against the metal and her lips close enough to kiss, "Then do you want to show me how?"

Tharja knew she shouldn't let herself slip any further, but… There wasn't even a thought to finish before their mouths were grinding together in another heated and sloppy kiss. Somehow, Hex's lips and tongue tasted so much sweeter than before but not because of her own taste or the honeyed water mingling with their spit. It just felt good to kiss her friend and find her hands rubbing along her soft back then down and down and down until her fingers were slipping beneath the swimsuit bottoms to take hold of that wonderfully fat ass. The globes were just as perfect to squeeze and play with as her breasts if not even more perfect. A simple, tight squeeze was all it took to make her friend gasp and pull back in an oh-so-cute way.

However, as Tharja leaned in to the frisky kiss once more, she saw Raven to their left. Her normally gray cheeks were flushed a deep red, her chest heaved with barely suppressed need, and her eyes sparkled with an unspoken desire to be a part of their sensual embrace. Soon, Hex was looking her way two, and the pair began to smile their trademark sinister smiles. When Raven finally caught their stares, she immediately began to stand up and turn around to climb out, but barely managed to get her leg above the lip before their hands were on her shoulders and pulling her back in. In a matter of seconds, the purple-haired witch had landed with a splash and found herself smooshed between two womanly bodies, her shoulders nestled between one pair of soft, naked breasts and another pair barely remaining in their suit. Yet, she found that position surprisingly nice, especially with the warm puffs of breath against her cheek as Tharja and Hex leaned in close to her face.

"Were you enjoying the show, Raven? Maybe even fantasizing about another way to take care of those frustrations in your relationship, hmm?" One of Tharja's fingers trailed down her chest until it hooked into the small piece of fabric keeping the cups of her top together and teasingly pulled at it.

"N-No," Raven barely worked out after a heavy gulp.

"Oh? So you were just sad that you were left out?" Hex's hand gently slipped up her back to play against the knot of her top, teasingly plucking at it, "It really is a shame to just watch when you're so frustrated, isn't it? But I think we can handle that."

The purple-haired witch tried to whine out another no, but it was too late. With movements almost too quick for her to keep track of, they were able to yoink her bikini top off and throw it away. Tharja immediately clasped one hand over the gray breast closest to her to find it perfectly sized for her fingers. The mound was firm beneath her squeezing hand with just enough softness to mold against her grasp. However, it was the puffy nipple against her palm that felt the best, lightly scraping her with every revolution of her hand that made the half hard bud roll.

Hex found herself staring at the sight as if it was the most tantalizing thing she had seen. The way the pushed up flesh rolled around and slightly oozed through her friend's fingers was mesmerizing to her eyes and making her mouth water. She could just imagine the ecstasy of Tharja's rough handling when the motions began to speed up and sent water splashing up against the supple, gray skin, especially with Raven's back instinctively arched and a whining "stop" slipping from her lips. There was undeniable bliss in her hesitating and shaky voice that betrayed every single denial from her no found itself breaking on its way out of her mouth and was replaced instead by a groan of pleasure.

"Do you think she's like me?" The somehow still messy-haired witch found her hands twitching with desire to follow Tharja's lead, "It certainly seems like she wants it."

"Only one way to find out," The curse obsessed woman smiled and gently guided Hex's hand upwards, "Why don't you try focusing on her nipple. Just rub it and tug it a bit until she's putty in your hands."

Those whines became whimpers of pleasure when Hex joined the party, gently cupping her hand around the bottom of the other breast and letting her finger and thumb lightly pinch the dark gray nipple. There was some uncertainty in her gentle pinching that quickly dissipated when another no faltered on Raven's lips. Yet, she couldn't quite make herself become as rough as Tharja. While the other hand nearly mauled the breast in its tight grasp, she tried to be as soft as she could with how she rolled and tugged the plump nipple, enjoying the way it felt in her grasp. Even better was the way her massage turned the gasps and whimpers into a moan.

Raven felt her worries escalate when both hands were greedily feeling her up. One side was being used like her tit was nothing but a toy, or like Beast Boy had a hold of her, while the other side was buzzing from a very light stimulation that made her breasts beg for more. Unfortunately, they got what they wanted moments later when the rough massage ended for a moment only to be replaced by the edges of teeth. Her eyes snapped open to find Tharja smiling up at her while pulling Hex's head down until those plump lips were kissing the end of one nipple. However, that slight softness was nothing compared to the sudden clenching and pulling at her nipple until her entire breast tented up.

Her half-pained and half-pleasured squeal only pitched when a warm tongue flicked her other nipple. The strange mix of roughness on one side and warm, gentle pleasure began once more with barely a pause to let her whirling mind rest. It was hard to think with a rough hand trying to milk her breast and teeth eagerly gnawing her puffy bud into a sensitive, throbbing mess that somehow made every touch feel completely electric. Then, that was paired with soft licks that seemed to slurp up all of the honeyed water on her skin and thoroughly explore the grace of her curves and puffiness of her nipples. Both clashing sensations only made each one pop and send her mind deeper and deeper into that intense, melting heat until all of her doubts were washed away within it… along with almost every other thought.

Soon, there was nothing stopping her from sounding like a whore in heat, like she actually wanted more. Her own hands found themselves scratching along those slender backs and scratching at them in time to her cries while her chest just kept thrusting forward to sink deeper and deeper into their almost oxymoronic assault. It was pleasure she hadn't felt in so long coursing through her and driving her to an orgasm that, for the first time since her relationship issues, she didn't have to hide. Yet, as much as her mind crept closer to orgasm from the nipping, the nearly cruel milking, and the loving smacks and sucks, there was something keeping her from finally cumming. Her mouth tried to form the words to get her friends to go just a little further, but those words just shattered apart before they reached her tongue.

Just beneath her moans, Tharja let out a low chuckle and reached past her, making Raven squirm a little with nervousness. What was she— Oh! Hex's soft hand also began to glide down her stomach, and the light touch made her jolt like electricity was flowing through her. Against everything her body cried out for, she tried to clench her thighs together and stop their progress. It was hard to tell if it was just that her legs were too weak or it was just impossible to keep her legs closed when her pussy was throbbing so much. Whatever the reason, they didn't have the slightest issue slipping both hands beneath the soaked through cloth and immediately pumping a finger in side by side.

Such a huge blast of pleasure rocketed through her body that it was a surprise she didn't cum right then and there. Their fingers pumped in and out with no coordination, yet it was still the most intense and amazing fingering she had ever felt. Her walls were being stretched as every single itch was being scratched, making her feel perfectly full. Try as she might, there was no keeping her thighs from spreading open to give them even more access. Tharja, at least she thought it was Tharja based on the smooth but rough movements, wasted no time in pushing a second finger into her messy cunt to work them around like scissors. Just as her moans rose to fevered pitch beneath another sensation being piled on, Hex followed suit and somehow managed to squeeze her own second finger into Raven's already full pussy.

For minutes, Raven was absolutely drowned in pleasure. The constant sucking, biting, and long licks against her nipples merged with the intense, thorough fingering to create an experience better than even Beast Boy had ever managed. Her mind slipped closer and closer to a shameful orgasm as her hips bucked like they had a mind of their own. The witch was sure she looked like a whore with her gyrating, gray body pinned between two sexy women, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. If anything, it made her walls quiver and clench even more intensely. However, that amazing assault on her senses ended a little too soon when the erratic fingers slipped out of her.

Before she realized it, a needy whine slipped from Raven's lips, earning a slight chuckle from Tharja as she trailed those two fingers along the curve of her friend's thick, gray thighs. However, the purple-haired witch couldn't quite pay attention to exactly where those fingers were going. The ones still inside may not have been the most intense, but the slow, deep massage Hex managed to work into her was a great change of pace from everything else, like her friend was actually her lover and treating her with all of the care that meant.

Then, those thoughts were broken by the feeling of something slipping between her cheeks and worming its way closer to her slicked up pucker. Yet, Raven felt herself simply buzzing with anticipation as it inched ever closer to the one hole she had never defiled as if her body had always been waiting for someone to take the plunge. The ecstasy built up more and more until the fingertip pressed against the dark gray ring and, without a second of pause, shot forward. In a single moment, the purple-haired woman had a finger buried up to its middle knuckle that was worming deeper inside of her. Her body jolted upwards as an intense cry tore from her lips that probably could have been heard throughout the swamp. Her mind registered that for only a moment before her world exploded into the most intense orgasm that had ever wracked her body. Her juices sprayed into the water just above her pulled down bikini just hard enough to be impossible to miss.

However, what none of them noticed as they kept pumping their fingers and watched Raven's eyes roll back with glee was the rippling of the water behind them. Slowly but surely the thickened liquid began to take a shape beneath it, like a writhing mass that remained indistinct until a few tendrils began to shoot out from the mass towards the women. The first of these found Hex's plump bottom and nuzzled along one cheek and towards her thigh. The messy-haired witch cooed with delight when it curled over the top to find the nearly too small patch of fabric covering her crotch and rubbed against it, pushing it into her slit as it really dug into her like it was trying to worm its way past the thin barrier. Before long, she was moaning up a storm as her pussy was finally being stimulated with such a familiar roughness. Just as her hips began to rock forward, the tentacle's tip managed to work her bikini to the side and surge forward.

"Oh my!" She shot straight up with a sharp, gleeful yelp, "How can you reach so far, Tharja? You're m-more talented than I thought."

"Idiot, I'm still in Raven's ass," Her friend frowned and slightly slowed her fingering of that tight, quivering asshole, "Is she getting into it that much?"

Both of their eyes slipped downwards to see Raven clenching at one thigh and gently rubbing her belly. When Hex's moans hitched once more, her hands shot below the water and grabbed hold of the thick thing wiggling inside of her. It felt like a roll of slippery jelly in her hands that had just enough firmness to keep her fingers from sinking more than halfway through. As she squeezed, she felt something roll through the odd thing like little bumps, but she didn't think about it before yanking it out of the water. What she found was a smooth tentacle made of the very same water around them that was gently squirming against her fingers as straining to slip closer to her.

"What in the world did you put in the water?" Tharja asked as she pulled her finger from Raven's ass.

"I don't know. It must have been because I got my potions mixed up with that one witch I bumped into," Hex shrugged, and her fingers kept gently massaging the strange thing.

"Wait, these aren't your potions?" Raven tried to push herself up, but her limbs were too numb, "Dammit, Hex, why didn't you tell us?"

The witch opened her mouth to answer right as the tentacle began to writhe even more. In fact, it looked to the trio like it was throbbing as something that seemed clear ran beneath the murky outside. When the liquid reached the end, a small hole opened up to reveal a small number of nubs within that made her tilt her head in confusion just before the liquid sprayed onto her face. It came out in multiple ropes that splattered so many different parts of her face with a sticky sensation that barely slid down her face. It was sheer luck that most of it stained her cheeks and mouth with the glistening load rather than gluing her eyes shut, especially when she tasted the odd spray. It was like sweetness concentrated into the strongest thing it could be without being nauseating, making her immediately swallow it down. Before it had finished spraying, she jerked it into her mouth and began sucking in what was left within.

Hex suddenly understood why women could love blow jobs. Her taste buds were overpowered by the amazing taste, and it felt so nice to have her mouth wrapped over the pulsating jelly-like tendril. Her tongue immediately went to work slathering every single inch with her spit and soaking up all of the goo she could. Soon, she was even trying to pry open the hole to dig her tongue deep and get at it from the source, but it was already closing. Yet, her fingers didn't let go. Instead, her hands began to eagerly stroke it like a large sensitive cock and bobbed her head up and down the length with an insatiable hunger. Sadly, she couldn't fit much of the tentacle down before it hit the back of her throat and made her gag too much to continue, nor did she feel those same bulges of what must have been her sweet reward roll back through it. However, her eyes quickly spied two more tentacles rising from the water and snake towards her.

Without a second thought, she pushed away the one in her mouth to turn towards the two, more eager tendrils snaking towards her. As her hands grabbed both and began delightfully stroking them, Hex recognized a strange warmth filling her body with more intensity than before, but that thought was washed away when she began sucking one of the wriggling members in her hands. After a few sloppy slurps, the one only being stroked impatiently prodded her cheek until she let go of her current meal with a pwah and immediately gave it some of its own tender love and care. In the midst of swapping between the duo, she didn't notice more and more rise from the waters around her until she was placing both heads against her stretched open mouth just before they both unloaded their sticky treat down her throat.

"Hex!" Tharja cried out, her body freezing in place at what appeared to be some sort of slimy leviathan ready to pull her down, "Look out!"

The messy-haired witch jerked her head in time to get a few more clear ropes splashed across her chin until it dripped, her eyes lighting up at the writhing mass of honey flavored tentacles raring to pump into her mouth. However, they were much more impatient. They didn't give her more than a moment to try suckling on a single one before two more were pushing against her lips and squishing her cheeks into a lewd expression. Try as she might, she was only able to fit two inside at once despite two more at the corners of her mouth trying their hardest to worm in and able to stroke two more. Even trying to switch between them after a few pumps and bobs wasn't enough to keep them happy, making the wall of sweet jelly press closer and closer until she felt like she might suffocate. Her slurps and gurgles grew more intense from her desperate attempts to please them enough to get those sticky ropes of sweetness down her throat and quickly passing between the pairs so fast that they pushed deeper down her throat than before.

Soon, some of the tendrils seemed to give up and sink below, almost making Hex whine with disappointment before she felt them start to wrap around her body. They twined just above the curve of her ass and her crotch, past her stomach where they gently writhed to massage her, and up towards her breasts. Her fervent sucking and stroking paused for a moment when a thick, muffled moan tore through her throat. Those tentacles coiled around her breasts like vices, squeezing them and pulling them out until the tips were able to flick against her nipples. In the very next moment, they began to expand and contract like they were milking her, and Hex's mind was overpowered by so much ecstasy that she could barely keep her hands moving. The tentacles began pumping themselves into her mouth and hands as she found herself just letting them do what they wanted with her.

Tharja watched her friend happily let herself be used in shock and horror. Spit and something stickier was running down her face that was forced out by the thickness puffing out her cheeks, and it was hard to believe the tendrils weren't slamming all the way down her throat. The way they rubbed against her cheeks and body looked so much like a creature trying to smother its prey that she felt herself squirm with fear. There was no doubt in her mind that Hex had to be in danger, yet her friend was moaning in ecstasy and shuddering like an orgasm was starting to rush through her once again.

In truth, there was no place Hex would rather have been. The way it was hard to breathe from the jelly surrounding her and bursts of pleasure blasting through her body was amazing. She felt so helpless and used in a way she never quite imagined. Even the tentacles worming against her throat harder and harder by the second only made her moan and shudder more. Before she knew it, the constant squeezing, thrusting, and wet schlurps every time a tentacle pulled from her mouth had her mind reeling with ecstasy. Her entire body buzzed from the oncoming orgasm as if a monster was starting to tear through her. There was one last moment to think about how amazing her new concoction was before everything exploded into heat.

Her cries were muffled, but they soon choked off as every single tentacle began to let loose the load within them the instant she came. Her face and hair was splattered with stickiness, her throat was filled so quickly that she couldn't swallow before it seeped out of the corner of her mouth, and even her breasts were doused with some. Beneath it all, she felt her pussy gush and her breasts almost seemed to do the same. Despite the strangeness of that sensation, any worries were washed away beneath the bliss in her mind.

The sight of Hex cumming only made that odd sense of dread grow deeper. Not even the sluggish warmth in her mind could mask the brutal display of stickly, clear juices coating her pretty, pale skin or the sudden spurts of white that sprayed from her tits. Tharja was frozen in place while she watched her friend come down from her orgasmic high while most of the tentacles other than the ones on her breasts slipped back into the water. The messy-haired witch looked out of it as she curiously ran a finger across one dripping tit and slowly licked the white away.

"Oh! That's milk!" Her words came out a little loopy just before two more tendrils rose from the water and made her lick her sticky lips.

Her hands reached for them, but they shot forward and latched on her nipples instead. She only had a moment to let out a little "oh" before the jelly-like members were pulsating and milking her tits once more. Soon, white was filling their hollow insides while Hex moaned like mad into the air. That was finally enough to snap Tharja out of being frozen.

In a flash, she was scrambling over the lip of the cauldron, furiously wagging her wet ass back and forth as she managed to get her stomach onto it. Right before she could pull herself over, something wrapped around her ankles and pulled. It took all of Tharja's strength to keep herself from slipping back in, but she still slipped back a little more. Her breasts pressed against the metal while her pert rear was angled closer to the water. There was a moment where she realized her suit was still pulled to the side against one cheek before another one crept up her inner thigh and started to curl across that very same globe. The witch squeaked out in surprise when it glided across her pucker and tried to wiggle her hips some more to throw it off. Instead, it slipped beneath the fabric that once covered her crotch and pulled.

That tightness immediately dug into her crotch faster than she could have expected, earning a hiss of pain that mixed with a groan of pleasure. As the wet fabric of her suit strained against her slit and lightly ground into it, another tentacle twined around her other thigh until it was rubbing against her other cheek. The sensation of a jelly-like rod nuzzling her cheek made her hips instinctively jerk forward away from it, and that single movement tore her suit open. All of a sudden, her entire ass and crotch was bare for the tentacles with more starting to run up her legs. However, what really grabbed Tharja's attention were the two already there starting to play with her ass. The two thick rods slipped back around to squeeze between her globes once again, pushing them apart with their combined thickness before completely encircling them. The light squeezing plumped her tight globes as much as they could and drew out a strange gasp.

To her surprise, the sensation of stuff slithering up her leg to join the other two feeling up her ass was making heat start to flare up in her core. Her body was almost buzzing from the sensations and slightly jerking against the magical water as if to dig everything deeper, and it was easy to feel that same heat slip into her mind. It took all of her effort to swallow down any more pleasurable noises, especially as her pucker was steadily wriggled against, and to tense her muscles up for one last push. Then, that effort was stopped when one tip reached the bottom swell of her peach-shaped rear and bumped against it like a stupid pup trying to dig into something. It was soon met by one tip flicking across the top of one globe and even more starting to run every inch of her creamy flesh they could come across.

"Back off!" She growled past the pleasure and turned to find enough tentacles to almost completely hide her cheeks covering her, "If you don't stop, then I can inflict you with a thousand curses to—"

One of them rose up and quickly came back down, silencing her with a sharp smack that tore a surprised gasp from her. Her mouth opened to snap again only for another one to do the same. Soon, the mass was bucking upwards one after another to come careening back down against her skin in an odd display of malice. It was as if they were trying to beat her spirits down by turning her pale flesh all red and raw. Although, Tharja didn't know what was worse: that she found the rhythmic motions of the tentacles mesmerizing or that she didn't quite hate the sensation one bit. At first, it stung worse than she could imagine and worse than what Robin would muster when bending her over one knee and really giving her what she deserved. As one tendril came down, another went soaring upwards in preparation for its slap as if creating a writhing wave of pain. However, after a few stings and lewd claps that she was sure her friends heard, it was hard to deny the slowly building pleasure within the warmth.

Once her body grew used to the pain, it started to become a tingling heat rather than sharp stabs of pain. She began to cry out less while trying to hold back the odd mewls of pleasure. There was no reason for her to enjoy the beating, yet she found herself slowly loosening up and enjoying it a little too much. It became a low buzz that traveled right to her brain just like with Robin and made her instinctively jerk her hips back into the writhing mass. That very same jerk made her body slip back a little more and jolt back to her senses, at least for a moment. Before she could muster the strength to try telling one of the tendrils off again or pull herself back up, one extra strong spank filled her mind with a sudden rush of heat and pulled a mewl from her lips.

Just like that, all of the pained gasps became choked back groans of pleasure. The constant massaging of those slimy tentacles against her pert ass was just too good for her to deny even if it killed her to admit it. The gentless combined with the harshness hit a spot deep inside of her that only Robin had before. The thought of her wife being the one spanking and rubbing her was all it took to make her fingers weaken just a little. As soon as the tentacles felt that slightest slack, they jerked backwards hard enough to pull her into the water. Despite the pleasure muddling her mind and making it swirl with need, the witch was able to keep her head above the water and recognize the tendrils rising up by her face. In one last act of defiance against the handsy things, she clenched her mouth shut, somehow managing to keep them from spreading it back open even as they pressed against her cheeks and squeezed between her lips to grind against her teeth.

Then, she felt pressure on her lower lips that made her eyes snap wide. In the very next moment, one tentacle thrust forward with enough force to fill her unprepared pussy in one go, slamming against her womb. The combination of the strange consistency that seemed to mold to her walls beneath her reflexive squeeze, the surprisingly warm heat, and the onrush of pleasure from being pounded into so deeply forced her to open her mouth and let out a shameful, full-throated moan. That moan was quickly muffled out by another long shaft that pushed into her mouth and down her throat. Unlike with Hex, there seemed to be no concern for her pleasure. Instead it shot straight down her throat until her breath was cut off and only small glurks could seep out before starting to thrust.

Whereas most men would make sure to give her a moment to breath with every stroke, the tendril had no concerns. It was rough and relentless in its mission to violate her as deeply as it could and managed to only just graze against the point where she would be able to suck in a breath before slamming back in. It was choking the very life out of her and making her throat undulate beneath its bulge, but Tharja was finding it hard to feel any fear. If anything, not being able to breathe just made every other sensation so more intense. She could feel the warmth of the water around her and the warmth filling her so much more clearly than before, almost as if she was a few bottles deep into a fine wine, while the tentacle thrusting in and out of her pussy felt more amazing than any toy she had ever tried. Her walls could feel every inch of the jelly-like thing wriggling and grinding against her insides. Despite the desperate clenching of her walls, it was never quite crushed against them nor did its just as relentless assault slow.

Before she knew it, both holes were practically melting as black spots appeared in her vision. Her body weakly bucked and wiggled with her lewd glurks while it was being bent in half with each push. Drool and spit ran down her face just the way she liked it while more tendrils came down on her ass to make it jiggle and flash with pleasure. In less than a minute, the pressure in her crotch had built to a breaking point, and she was too weak to hold back her orgasm, even if she was sure she would fall completely into the darkness when her mind washed away. Just when her body started to spasm and a scream of pleasure mixed with her gagging, the tendril in her mouth pulled out just enough to let her breathe. Those deep gulps of air only made her ecstasy explode even more.

However, it was impossible to not feel the sticky sweet spray coat her throat beneath that rush, a spray she eagerly gulped down. It complemented the sensations rushing through her perfectly as if it was her own sweet reward that made every choking minute worth it. When she came back to earth and found another one choking her out as well, her head began to greedily bob just like Hex's, her mind already too far gone from the pleasure and minimal amount of air getting into her lungs. Yet, it was a lighter than air, buzzing feeling that the witch wasn't soon to forget.

In the middle of the two women being ravaged, Raven was enjoying the sudden appearance of the tentacles as much as Hex. A slightly drunk looking smile was on her face as she pushed her modest, gray breasts together to wrap around one happy tendril. It wiggled with delight during every thrust in a way that matched the eagerness in its speed. Through the haze of pleasure, she couldn't help but wonder what pleasure the creature gained from something so simple. Could it really enjoy the feeling of her breasts just like Beast Boy always did? Whether or not it did, there was something oddly pleasing about the warm, slightly gelatinous tube pistoning between her breasts and massaged so much tingling warmth through them. With everyone spending so much time gawking at her perfect ass or pounding her from behind just to see it jiggle, it was a nice change that someone loved her front as well.

Maybe that was why her mouth so readily opened when the tendril finally slipped further up between its thrusts. Or maybe she was just panting really hard from the heat or… It wasn't even worth thinking about when the smoothness pressed against her tongue. Her instincts made her immediately slide her tongue out to cup it and start rubbing it all around until spit strangely started to drip from it. Raven vaguely noticed it rear up to keep wiggling its shaft through her tits nonstop while happily drawing it closer to her lips with a lick, yet she found her heart skipping a beat with excitement at the implications. Before slipping the head inside, she pursed her lips and gave the end a kiss only to find a hole opening up like a mouth to meet it. For some reason, her first instinct wasn't to jerk away or stop but to slip her tongue into the small hole.

It stretched surprisingly easily over her warm muscle and made her shudder at the odd feeling of pressure sliding across it. That pressure was accompanied by odd, round nubs that lined the insides and instinctively squeezed around her, but the feeling was rather nice. Her tongue was being stimulated in ways she had never before felt just like her breasts and almost made it melt into her mouth. Those sensations were lost when the sweet, sticky nectar began to ooze into her tastebuds until every sense was consumed by the taste, making her groan and shudder with delight. A new haze began to take hold of her mind, washing everything away once more into a plane of pleasure that was somehow more amazing than Beast Boy or her friends had sent her to. While her eyes rolled back with another groan, the witch didn't quite notice the undulations of the snake-like tendril getting more and more erratic.

All Raven could notice at all was how the pleasure was starting to ramp up. Her breasts were growing more sensitive and warm by the second, her tongue was being eagerly massaged as she gave her tendril a different kind of french kiss, and the stickiness was starting to reach her throat. The nectar rolling down her throat, while still sticking to it, was so nice that she couldn't hold back a long, low moan. Then, just as soon as the mouth clenched around her tongue it had let go.

Her eyes refocused just in time to see the wriggling stop and an arc of clear liquid shoot out to splatter her chin and throat. It continued to sink lower as it sprayed, marking her collarbone and chest with more goo before finally disappearing between her breasts with a few more spouts, one of which sprayed all the way out to coat most of her modest mounds while the rest mostly got onto the sides of her breasts. With that, her first tendril was gone, leaving her to let her glistening, gray breasts bounce back to their natural position while she grasped around for more of the tentacles around her. Before Raven could, they came to her and started to latch onto her body.

A few grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back before lashing her wrists to her forearms. Another set hooked her legs and pulled them up to her chest, and even more wrapped along her thighs and shins as if frog-tying her. The pleasing heat in her mind began to wash away with concern at the sight of her body being so lewdly displayed. They even lifted her from the water so everyone could see the amazing curves of her ass pulled taut and how her now bare pussy glistened with desire. One tendril even rose up to run along her cheeks like a tongue lewdly licking her, and she couldn't hold back a shudder of delight. However, that delight fell away when she saw the next one rise from the water.

That one was almost twice as thick as the others and steadily rose towards her unprotected slit. Despite a flash of excitement that ran through her once it finally pressed the round head against her, a gulp of worry made her dry throat click. It was a worry that only grew worse when the thing began to strain against her entrance as if it wouldn't quite fit. As a matter of fact, there was a part of her certain that the huge thing would break her in half or tear her open, but that very thought made her heart start to beat fast and heavy while a whispered request slipped, breathlessly from her lips.

"F-Fill me up!"

Her request was fulfilled with a single, powerful shove. In front of her very eyes, her pussy was stretched beyond belief until a large bulge filled her crotch. It felt more amazing than anything she had ever felt and almost exactly like what she imagined Beast Boy's horse cock to feel like while filling her up in her fantasies. The deep thrust took her breath away and made her twitch like mad, her breath hitching with every blunt, slightly squishy inch that crept up towards her belly. Yet, she didn't quite want to moan. Despite how intense the pleasure was rushing through her mind, there was something missing that couldn't quite drive her over the edge. Even when her cervix was forced open and caused her back to arch and eyes to go wide in a silent scream, it wasn't quite enough.

Raven didn't know what it was that made taking the monster inside so easy. The thing was pushing higher and higher into her guts with that bulge and stirring up parts of her that no one had ever gotten close to. Her nails clenched against her forearms hard enough to leave marks while her toes curled with delight. It was a miracle that her thoughts weren't broken gibberish and that she could even picture a dark green tint beneath her gray skin. In fact, between the heat, ecstasy, and whirling of her mind, there was a moment where the witch considered seeing just how close her boyfriend could get to the same experience. Soon, her womb was stretched almost to her ribs, filling her belly with molten hot pain and pleasure mixed together like nothing she had ever experienced and nothing she ever expected to be so amazing. Just as she was sure the tentacles would assuredly turn her into a bitch in heat, another one prodded at her ass.

There was only enough time to tense and gasp before it plunged deep into her depths. Thankfully, the tendril was smaller, but that didn't stop the feeling of having her barely touched walls stretched wide and filled with such malleable warmth send the final burst of ecstasy she needed from rolling through her entire body. Her mouth opened wide to let out an intense slutty moan that was soon met by a chorus of them the instant both tentacles began to thrust in and out. They were slow at first, massaging the pleasure into her inch by inch and making the bulge in her stomach roll like a wave. To her delight, that pace didn't take long to be the most intense she had ever felt.

They started to pound faster and faster until they were really stirring her guts up. In less than a minute, the thrusts were almost blurring and managing to massage almost every inch of her insides all at once. Her whorish moans pitched higher and higher by the second while her eyes narrowed from the ecstasy, but they never closed enough to miss the way the tendrils frantically bent and wiggled on their way in and out. They looked just as eager and brutal as men, especially with just how intensely her body was bent back and forth by it all. Or maybe it just looked that way from her stomach almost undulating with the movement. Whatever the reason, there was no wondering why her mind was so quickly slipping into the much welcomed heat of an orgasm. What finally drove her over the edge was feeling those tubes push as deeply as they could before huge bulges of their sticky loads rolled through her body. In unison, her own juices sprayed into the water like a fountain, rope after rope of warm, sticky cum filled her stretched out womb until a small bubble formed at the end of the bulge, and so much more stickiness coated her bowels that her squished stomach earned a slight splattering of its own.

But that was just the start of the witches' woes and pleasures of the night. For hours, the tentacles relentlessly assaulted them without break, filling and covering them with countless loads of that sticky sweetness. Before even an hour had passed, all of them were breathlessly begging to drink it down and loving the way it oozed from their holes. At least, they were when one of countless orgasms was tearing through their tired bodies.

Hex was bent every which way by the tentacles, manhandled by the mass constantly trying to fill her mouth up, but the two on her breasts never stopped pumping. The nubs squeezing her sensitive nipples had long since made them go numb, but that didn't stop the ecstasy from only growing more and more intense by the minute. After an hour, she could barely feel the tendrils forcing themselves down her throat until she was almost choking on them beneath it all. Her throat was bulging and writhing beneath a pair of them while another worked at her spit soaked lips until it barely managed to squeeze in to fill the last few free inches of space. While her face and mouth continued to take in masses of intertwining jelly, her lower half faced a lot more variety.

At one moment, her body would be lifted and spread eagle into the air so two of them twisting around like a drill could push into her ass and another thicker one could pump into her pussy. The ribbed sensations stretching her ass would rub against her pussy in the most delightful way that she might have moaned like a bitch in heat if any noises could flow past what filled her mouth. In another position, her fat, hanging tits would get wrapped up once again to really milk her while a single tentacle would pound her pussy like it was its only purpose in its life, turning into a blur that battered her womb. The nonstop explosions of heat drove her into orgasm after orgasm that made her milk gush out like mad.

Her favorite position of all was when one large tentacle ran across the top of her breasts, slipped between them down her stomach, ran over her hips to slip between her large globes before finally pushing into her cunt. Just like Raven, it pushed all the way to her belly button with a massive bulge, stretching her womb the perfect amount before brutally thrusting. Every single push and pull massaged so much of her body that she knew nothing would ever come close to matching the feeling.

Tharja somehow managed to get manhandled even more. There was barely a moment after one tendril doused her or filled her with sweetness that she wasn't spun around or her limbs weren't pulled or pushed. One minute she could be held up 'on all fours' just along the surface of the water while tentacles took turns pumping into her ass and pussy like a well oiled machine as her slutty moans rose through the air. The next minute, she could be held up above the water with her arms and legs tied together by her ankles and wrists while one tentacle tore a hole in her one piece between her breasts to fuck them and two more pushed deep into her throat. They acted like the hands of a child playing with a toy and seeing just how many ways they could fuck with her.

Yet, there was an odd part of her that loved it all. It reminded her of when Robin would tie her up and make her nothing more than a toy for pleasure, filling her holes with all kinds of toys. A malleable tendril wasn't much of a replacement for the carefully crafted vibrators and dildos made to perfectly fill her ass and pussy, but they certainly made for a unique experience. When both were filled up, they would curve in ways dicks couldn't to squeeze her inner walls on their way in and out, really grinding her insides in a way that made her mind scramble. There was even a point where two tentacles slipped inside her pussy before twisting around and around and coring her with ease until she was moaning like mad.

What was really amazing came soon after when her gushing pussy was pulled out of with a wet schlick. She was flipped back over 'onto her hands and knees' in the water with a tendril lining up to each of her holes. Her mouth eagerly opened to take one into it while her rear and cunt were mercilessly thrust into. Tharja's eyes rolled back as they all worked together to dig as deeply as they could, massaging every inch of her insides while cutting her breath off once more. The sensitivity that came from lack of air only made it more obvious when another three joined the party and started plugging her up two at a time. Soon, her body was full to the brim by tentacles alternating their thrusts as fast as they could until it felt like there was non-stop ecstasy running through her mind. She lost her mind to orgasm after orgasm until not even the worry of finally choking to death was buried beneath it all.

Raven found herself getting more and more bound. The murky tubes started crisscrossing her slender, gray body in the same pattern of tortoise shell bondage. It cupped her ass in a very pleasing way, squished her lower lips against the tentacles stretching her open until every rub was almost orgasmic, and squeezed her breasts until they were burning in a most delightful way. It made every single rub and slap against her body feel that much more fantastic and drove her mind deeper into the depths of ecstasy. They barely needed to pump into her to make an orgasm wrack her body, but that didn't stop them from using her in every way they saw fit.

The bindings around her breasts made even their modest size perfect for rubbing between, especially when her tongue slipped out to eagerly lick any head that came close. Rather than fucking her mouth, they seemed content with sloppy french kisses and tongues diving into their holes while Raven was content with the stickiness warming her face and breasts. Those in her ass and cunt had no such reservations. They tried to stretch her holes as much as possible and find out just how many they could fit into each. Two, three, and even four tentacles weren't enough to break her pussy open or make her bulging stomach ache despite the wild roiling against her skin. In fact, that extreme fullness felt amazing.

However, it was the test of her backside that was enough to make her think she would go insane. Two tendrils alone were enough to make her orgasm hard enough to send her juices raining across the water, so three was almost unbearable. They stretched her ring open further than anything should have, making it glow with a painful heat. Then, a fourth joined the party, struggling against her tightness until her body finally relented and pulled even more taut. Her cries briefly became pained at the insertion while her bowels struggled with the writhing mass. Her mind was the next to relent when a fifth forced its way inside and truly forced her ass to its maximum capacity, but that feeling was so intense, the purple-haired witch found herself cumming nonstop… more than nonstop in fact. The waves of ecstasy crashed faster and faster until they were overlapping and erasing any other pleasure she had ever felt. Not even the heat rushing through her pussy could compete with that bliss.

After a few hours, the tentacles grew weaker and smaller, slowly lowering the women back into the water. By the time they were gone, all three were collapsed against the metal with chests erratically rising and falling from shuddering huffs. It was almost as impossible to move their rubbery limbs as it was to think or speak, and not even ten minutes of sitting there could quite wash that away. In fact they sat there for an hour more looking just like the other guests before Raven could finally manage out a tired whine.

"Hex, n-next time… don't get your potions mixed up…"