With tears in her eyes, June barged into the bathroom. She fumbled to turn on the faucet and began throwing water onto her face. Her boyfriend, Colonel Rick Flag, was just outside, no doubt contemplating what she had just told him. Her body had just been hijacked by her alter ego, doing god knows what. Considering Rick's behavior, he, too, had witnessed the Enchantress go out to do whatever it was she did.
June stood at the sink, her face wet and panting. She gripped the sides of the sink as she thought about her words to Rick. She had told him to do whatever he could to destroy the Enchantress, even if it meant killing her. She meant every letter of that sentence, but something in the back of her mind nagged her, filling her with doubt. She saw that something when she looked in the mirror.
The Enchantress stared back at her, taking the place of her reflection. She was swaying, as if dancing to music only she could hear. "June Moon," she said in her usual hushed voice. "Why would you say those things about me?"
"Shut up!" June screamed, backing away from the mirror. She yelled when she felt something soft block her. She turned around and saw herself facing the Enchantress once more. The witch grasped June's shoulders and roughly pushed her back to the sink. Her hands slid to June's waist and she connected their crotches. The Enchantress was grinding on June.
"I thought you enjoyed this," she said, stroking June's face and hair. "This is what you craved when I took you, isn't it? The pleasure. He could fill your hunger for a moment, but you always wanted more of what you received in that cave."
"I…" June tried to object, but the more the Enchantress caressed every inch of her body, the more she lost her words. The disembodied witch wiped away June's tears with her thumbs, which transitioned into her cupping the archeologist's cheek in her hand. "But Rick's outside, what will he-?"
The Enchantress leaned in close enough that their lips touched. June could feel the entity's breath enter her own mouth. "He is nothing, June Moon," she said, her lips rubbing against June's. "Not when I'm around."
The witch pecked at June's mouth. A small teasing kiss to entice her host body. "Months since our first encounter, you must be so thirsty for it. So hungry."
June breathed in sharply when the Enchantress fondled her rear. "Now do you want it or not?" asked the witch smugly.
June paused for a moment as the Enchantress continued to molest her body, tempting her. She answered with a deep kiss. "Good," said the entity. She took June's head in her hands and connected lips. Tongues battled each other for dominance as they entered each other's domains. June whimpered and moaned with each kiss. She clung onto the Enchantress like her life depended on it.
The witch broke off the kiss, but June continued trying to get more, leaning towards her with her mouth ajar. The Enchantress ran her finger down June's chest. The farther down she got, the more June's hoodie disintegrated. June bent back on the sink, knowing what the Enchantress was going to do to her. The witch took a nipple in her mouth and began licking and sucking. June shuddered at the sensation, and her grip on the sink tightened. Her core was growing moist with every touch on her breast.
The Enchantress must have read her mind, as she reached down to June's crotch, making her pants and underwear disappear. She started stroking her clit, running her hand along her lower lips and drawing out more fluids. June gasped as the Enchantress picked up the pace. She yelped and moaned more when the witch inserted a finger. As if in rhythm, the Enchantress inserted another finger after every two or three pumps. She stopped sucking on June's nippe and rested her head on her chest, as if wanting to feel it rise and fall in rapid succession as she drove June to orgasm.
Sure enough, June came on the Enchantress's fingers. Her knees buckled and her drop to the floor was gently slowed by the witch. June laid on the floor, naked and panting as her sex dripped with juices. The Enchantress laid on top of her, stroking her hair and caressing her cheek. She slipped her wet fingers into June's mouth, and the woman willingly sucked them dry. The witch then turned around until her own vagina was over June's face.
"Please me, June Moon." whispered the Enchantress as she played with June's slit. She flicked at the clitoris and pinched it. The touch made June gasp. She realized that the witch was giving her what she had wanted before: a second round. All she had to do was do the same thing to the Enchantress to get it.
June reached up and took hold the Enchantress's thighs, pulling her crotch closer to her face. It smelled of medicinal herbs and wet rocks. The Enchantress fully dropped to her knees, completely sitting on June's face. The archeologist didn't object, not that it would do her any good, and dug right in, licking and sucking on the witch's pussy like it was a lollipop. Meanwhile, the Enchantress breathed heavily, pleased by June's work. As a reward, she leaned forward and began kissing June's own vagina. Soon enough, the two identical looking women were sixty-nining each other, moaning and kissing and licking each other's womanhood.
The Enchantress was more reserved in showing her euphoria while June was more open, shaking with pleasure and moaning loudly into the witch's vagina. June eventually let go of the Enchantress's core, overwhelmed by the witch's work on hers. Crying out at the assault at her crotch, June was forced to resort to rubbing her lover's clit. As she approached her climax, June was compelled to pick up the pace. She stuck multiple fingers into the Enchantress's slit, pumping rapidly in the hopes that both would cum at the same time. Her work paid off. As she screamed and came into the Enchantress's mouth, the witch's own vagina sprayed fluid in June's face.
June moaned loudly as the Enchantress continued sucking on her clitoris. She lapped up the remains of the juices dripping out of the witch's sex. It tasted exotic, out of this world. June could hear the Enchantress breathing heavily, more than usual. She greatly enjoyed June's fingering her, much to the latter's relief. God knows what this ancient sorceress might do to her if she failed. The Enchantress sat up, her ass cheeks resting on June's chest. Her head was hung back, she was catching her breath. Both of them were. The witch turned towards her host body, who was sweating and panting profusely.
"I am pleased, June Moon," said the Enchantress, still staring intensely. "You may have one wish. One that does not require me to leave your sufficient body."
The doctor laid her head back, her heart still pounding and her vagina still tingling from the orgasm. "Please," she whispered. "Whatever you're planning...please don't hurt Rick."
"You want me to spare him?" asked the Enchantress, her expression blank.
"Please."
The Enchantress simply stared. She slowly nodded as she turned around. She lifted June's face up to hers. Her mouth glowed as she pressed her lips against June's.
June blinked. She was on the toilet, naked. Her hands had been caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit. She sighed. She wondered if the Enchantress will keep their deal. Was she pleased enough with June? June licked her fluids, sucking on her fingers until the juices were replaced with saliva. One more taste for her mistress in case.
