Head back the way he came

Better safe than sorry, Aaralon thought. He reasoned that even if the class didn't wait for them, at least they wouldn't get lost. He could still lead Keira and Deyna back home. And being **** to spend some time alone with the two horny bitches could be considered a perk of the job.

Aaralon took hold of the Keira's sleeve and doubled back the way he had come. Deyna trailed behind holding Keira's hand. She followed a little nearer than necessary, drawing closer and closer as darkness fell. Soon, she was basking in the pale glow emanating from the young witch. Deyna's breaths fell into Keira's ear in husky puffs. She buried her nose in Keira's wavy raven locks.

Keira smiled and turned her head, nuzzling her best friend's nose. Although they had shared tales of their sexual exploits, until today they had never done anything in each other's presence, let alone together. Keira had only ever lusted for manflesh. Now, not half an hour after milking a unicorn dry, she wanted to devour Deyna's lithe body.

Keira had never before desired her friend carnally, but unbeknownst to her, Deyna had. Now under the influence of Keira's enchantment, Deyna's tomboyish facade and flirtatious teasing melted into undisguised desire. Her fingers sensual lines along Keira's supple forearms. When Keira's stride became wide enough, Deyna would slip her hand underneath the short hem of her robe, where she would steal a gentle caress or a playful pinch.

Aaralon could sense the girls' rising libidos. His heart pumped furiously, sending blood and lust coursing through his veins.

Damn Keira, Aaralon raged silently. Damn her witch's magic. Damn her for tempting me, driving me crazy. Damn her for wanting Deyna's skinny tomboy ass, instead of this massive, throbbing cock swinging between my knees. They should be kneeling before me, worshipping my manhood, begging me to shower my blessings on them.

Fucking a unicorn, too! Aaralon was both aroused and disgusted. If Keira want a horse cock, he would give her a horse cock. I'll split her in two, he vowed. He wanted to punish Keira for her impudence. Punish them both, the witches. They should be crucifed on his stake, consumed in the flames of his lust.

Aaralon's tugged more forcefully at Keira's robe. He clenched his teeth in anger, then gritted them with resolve. He knew he was being affected by the unpredictable magical musk wafting from Keira's pussy. She couldn't control them: she was too young and inexperienced. The question was, could he control himself?