Pixie, Megan Gwynn, the pink-haired Welsh girl with wings, freckles, and pale skin, found herself drawn to the darkness of Illyana Rasputin, Magik. Pixie was cute, sweet, and innocent, but there was a spark of curiosity in her that couldn't be extinguished.
Illyana, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Blonde with a fringe, Russian, and demonic, she was a naughty dominating bitch. She had a wicked grin on her face as she watched Pixie explore the room, her eyes filled with mischief.
Illyana moved closer to Pixie, her hips swaying seductively as she approached. She reached out and ran her fingers through Pixie's hair, causing the younger girl to jump in surprise.
"I've been watching you, Pixie," Illyana whispered in her ear, her breath hot against Pixie's skin. "You're so innocent and pure. It's intoxicating."
Pixie's heart raced as Illyana's hand moved down her body, cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze. She gasped as Illyana's fingers found her nipple, pinching and twisting it gently.
Illyana's other hand moved down to Pixie's thigh, hiking her skirt up as she moved closer. She ground her hips against Pixie's, letting the younger girl feel the heat between her legs.
"Do you want me, Pixie?" Illyana asked, her voice low and seductive. "Do you want to feel my body against yours?"
Pixie couldn't speak, she could only nod her head eagerly. Illyana's smile widened as she pushed Pixie back onto the table, her wings splayed out behind her.
Illyana wasted no time, her fingers finding Pixie's wet pussy and rubbing circles around her clit. Pixie moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Illyana's fingers.
Illyana added a second finger, pushing them deep inside Pixie's tight pussy. She curled them, hitting Pixie's G-spot and making her moan even louder.
Pixie was writhing on the table, her wings fluttering as Illyana continued to finger her. She was so close, she could feel the orgasm building inside her.
But Illyana had other plans. She pulled her fingers out of Pixie's pussy, causing the younger girl to whimper in frustration.
"Not yet, Megan," Illyana said, her voice stern. "I'm not done with you yet."
Illyana grabbed some rope from one of the shelves, tying Pixie's hands and feet to the table. She gagged Pixie, silencing her moans.
Illyana climbed onto the table, straddling Pixie's face. She ground her pussy against Pixie's mouth, forcing the younger girl to lick and suck her clit.
Pixie's tongue darted out, lapping at Illyana's pussy. She could taste the other girl's wetness, and it only made her more eager.
Illyana moaned, her hips grinding harder against Pixie's face. She reached down and started fingering Pixie again, her fingers moving in and out of the younger girl's pussy.
Pixie was in heaven, her body trembling as she came hard. Illyana followed soon after, her orgasm ripping through her as she ground her pussy against Pixie's mouth.
Illyana pulled away, untying Pixie's hands and feet. She helped the younger girl sit up, a wicked grin on her face.
Pixie couldn't help but smile, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She knew she was in for a wild ride with Illyana, and she couldn't wait to see what else the Russian girl had in store for her.