(chapter originally by lolwritingcom on writing.com)
Fuuka giggled with sadistic pleasure and continued her deliberate avoidance of Elizabeth's sensitive, **** pussy. She resumed her previous pattern of tracing little circles around it with one of her fingers- it was clearly working.
A groan of dismay came from Elizabeth. "Nooo... please, you must stop! Your... your finger is making it worse!" But Fuuka ignored her. Though the tracing was light, Elizabeth felt every bit of it, amplified by its proximity to her pussy. Around and around she felt it moving, so close that it felt as though it must be about to touch her pussy. The finger would never move any closer or farther away, though. Every moment she wished that Fuuka's finger would slide just a little bit this way or that way, maybe even by mistake, and every moment she was disappointed. Elizabeth could stand it no longer. "N-nevermind... If you won't touch it, then I will!"
She reached down, anticipating a long-awaited relief. Her hand was intercepted before it could get there, though. Fuuka was holding it firmly and tutting.
"Ah ah ah. You asked for this, and now we're going to do it my way. And I think for interfering, I'm going to make you wait some more."
Elizabeth gave an anguished moan. Her hand was almost there! She couldn't wait any longer, she was about to explode NOW! But waiting was exactly what she was **** to do. She was miserably horny, with no idea how far away the end of her ordeal might be, and every circle Fuuka's finger traced was more unbearable than the last. Meanwhile, Fuuka was in no hurry to put a stop to Elizabeth's denial. She was quite enjoying the challenge of getting her finger as close as possible without really touching, and Elizabeth's lustful reactions were endlessly amusing.
All the same, Fuuka knew she could still step things up a notch. She had some powerful magic at her disposal, and she was itching to use it. So Fuuka...
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