Magic spell Stories

Her unclothed being sent the enchanted glow of Matingspel throughout the clearing. Syrena’s eyes simmered blue fire at this mere mortal. Honey-hued full breasts charmed me. She waved and armor and under apparel fell to my feet; my freed flesh sword bouncing. She laughed faerie glee as we entwined; me kissing forbidden breasts and neck. She shuddered as I sucked her ear-point, the Elven 'secondary clitoris'. Quaking orgasm...

The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wives glare, sensing their mate’s lust for me. I’m the bitch; they’re the unneutered dogs, outlines of their erections visible in some of the pants I pass. But I’m no longer...

Crouching by their cauldron, Crone spies Hag. “Welcome, weird sister. All the shopping done?” “Indeed. All poison'd entrails were in stock. Nose of Turk and dragon's scale were pricey, but adder's fork and lizard's leg were inexpensive. They've all gone into our cauldron." "Gadzooks, this needs sexing up," Harpy grumbles. "Here's lecher's cock in sexpot's orifice, castrato's balls, virago's clit and tits, aged virgin's hy...