Aloroa Mappe

“Aloroa Mappe!”

Genevieve tried to throw herself to the side and dodge, instead her body was forcibly janked backwards by an invisible hand and slammed into the side of a building. As the sudden burst of **** faded, though doing nothing to ease the throbbing pain, something more encompassing enveloped the scarlet-haired witch. Her feet tried to find the ground only to kick uselessly in the air.

“I tried to keep my daughter from this life. Luna simply couldn't be satisfied by playing at witchcraft with Mary, but had to find a real one. If you promise to leave her alone, I'll let you go.”

Genevieve tried to respond, or spit in the woman's face had she been close enough, but could only gasp for air. A few hours earlier she could've agreed about staying far away from anything magical, but now she saw the lost potential. Her darling Lily had literal worlds opened up before her to seize. What mother could deny her daughter that opportunity?

She gave her answer in curling, evil smile when she noticed Miss Munroe's upheld arm tremble. It only further enraged the other woman. Using magic after so long had to be straining for her. With a push of her own, Genevieve eased the pressure around her throat.

She begun chanting, relishing the look of panic as Luna's mother knew she couldn't run or do anything. Only stand there as she tried to reassert control before being hit by the spell Luna's notes had taught Genevieve a little earlier. The emotion, however, came second to the near-orgasmic rush of releasing the spell and feeling the magic thrumming through her every pore.

“My turn, Miss Luna's mom~,” Genevieve said in a mocking sing-song voice as she landed on her heels. “You couldn't even guess at what Luna's been up to when you weren't looking.”

The conservative buisness power-suit Miss Munroe wore strained to contain the changes her pink-glowing body was undergoing. Her tightly wound bun turned from something orderly, into a mess of stray locks that framed her moaning cherry-red beestung lips. Her shirt plunged deep with the tie in front drew the gaze to her bursting cleavage. Genevieve felt herself shudder. She looked so unbelievably sexy as she changed further.

Yet if her moans were a little higher and someone would hear them. With another cruel smirk, the witch lifted up her skirt and parted her panties to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were flush and glistening against the pink light. The scent of her arousal immediately caught Munroe's attention. She whimpered and tore her eyes away. The guilty and conflicted look was completely at odds with her tongue hungrily circling her mouth.

Luna had gone somewhere. But her mother, crawling steadily on all fours with her upturned eyes focused on Genevieve's dripping sex as her willpower was sapped by the Directed Aura spell, had so much hidden potential Lily could exploit. Another witch, for one. Once her arch-demon daughter bound her, there would be so much they could both learn. Perhaps they could form a coven.

“Mmm, cum here,” Genevieve pulled Miss Munroe's head the final few inches, breaking whatever resistance remained. She pushed her nose hard against her clit, inviting her to rub against it. The electricity bursting within her, already kept her on edge. Not surprising given the rough foreplay.

They were both older, and experienced women, and knew exactly what they wanted out this. No clusmy fumbling, only a steady progression as they learned about and explored each other. The stiffled grunts and moans whenever Genevieve roughly grasped Munroe's loose curls of brown hair to steady herself and her bucking knees.

Or the twitching around the eager probing tongue and fingers dancing inside and out of the witch's sex. It wasn't the first time Munroe went down on another woman and she felt it.

“OhHhHhhh,” Genevieve bit down on her finger to silence herself, “almost hope you stay this way, Lily will love it when you're eagerly bouncing on her demonc cock. It so thick and girthy. Nothing like my husband. Or anyone else.” Talking about her daugher's rod made feel like her entire body was about to melt into a puddle. And Miss Munroe was taking full advantage. “Yes! Deeper, deeper, deeper. Keep me cumming. Keep me... yes!” Genevieve moaned, “Oh gods, yes! Just like that!”