The Witch’s Mistake

Viviana drew the last line of a warding sigil over her bare nipple. The village witch knew how hot she was. Her massive breasts defied gravity, her ass was perfectly apple shaped, and a tiny waist gave her the perfect hourglass figure. Her black locks cascaded over pale skin and piercing blue eyes gazed out at the world. She liked nothing better than to go out and flaunt her assets, but always warded herself against any errant hands. She wanted to tease. To show everyone around them what they couldn’t have.

The sigil flashed green, but she failed to notice the subtle variation in its hue. Tonight, something isn’t laid correctly…