Barely

The cock within you is torment. Every thrust sends you grinding into the bed with toe curling pleasure. Helga's ministrations of your breasts has not made things any easier. Her pudgy hands kneading and teasing your nipples. The most minute hold is enough to make you gasp and moan. Your back arches and twists to fit the rod penetrating deeper and deeper into you.

You desperately want to cum, to submit to Helga and finally climax, to release the wave trapped within you but you don't. The last remnants of your pride won't allow you to. You've already submitted to the witch once and the shame and humiliation of the act forces you not to submit again, not even for sweet release.

You grip the sheets and throw your head back, hair whipping in the air as you gasp. "Fuck you bitch. I'm not go... ing to say it," you spit at her. Bits of saliva jump at Helga landing on her eye

Helga stops her pounding, raises a hand wipes off her eye.

Pain explodes in waves on your face, Helga slapping back and forth across your cheeks. A particularity cruel backhand sends your head flying. Soon you can taste a coppery taste as blood drips from your broken nose

"You filthy slut. How dare you spit at me after trying to steal my husband. You should be thankful i gave you a chance to make up for it," Helga roars at you.

She redoubles her efforts, thrusting harder and more violently. Taking your pussy again and again.

You scream and whimper, pain and pleasure common mix for you. As the pain eclipses pleasure, your hate for Helda grows, you mentally curse her, vowing to make her suffer.

But soon the sun's first rays enter the room, both you and Helda let out large screams. Helda from losing her magic and with loss of her magic, the obstruction preventing your release disappeared. Your mouth opens wide in a scream of pure ecstasy that broke halfway through as you came in a thunderous orgasm. Writing on the bed, you lie exhausted and fearful