Obey the old crone

"Come over here beside me," Maeve gestures to her side of the table. "I promise I won't bite."

You reluctantly walk over to stand beside the old crone. She's smells like clove spice and magic. You feel your skin crawl as she looks you up and down, sizing you up for something.

"Mmm, yes, I wonder what demon she owes a favor to have a beauty like you working in her brothel."

Maeve does not wait for an answer. She begins arranging candles on the table and lighting them with a burning stick of incense. The smell of the smoke is calming, a bit intoxicating, but in good and relaxing way. When she has finished with the candles you both glow softly in the yellow light. From a shelf she brings out a small, square pillow made from purple velvet. It seems to be stitched with magical symbols. She turns her chair to face you and lays the pillow on her robed lap.

"Kneel down here," she says, gesturing to the spot before her legs.

You do so. The floor is covered in a thick rug of fur from some magical beast. Maeva spreads her legs to accommodate you and gesture for you to place your arms over her thighs. You do and feel her thin legs beneath the robe. She smiles down at you.

"Place your head on its side on the pillow and I will begin," she says.

You tilt your head to the left and lay it on the pillow. Maeva lays the palm of one hand against the side of your neck, gently but firmly holding you down against the pillow. She begins to chant magical words and with the finger of her other hand she starts tracing the inner circuit of ridges within your ear. Each time her finger reached the top of your ear she pushes up and you feel a strange giving sensation. Her finger's touch is so light and tantalizing and the electrical throb of the magic is so relaxing that as she works you experience growing pleasure.

You are almost embarrassed at first as you realize your panties are slowly becoming wet as excited moisture leaks from your slit. You look up at Maeva out of the corner of your eye and see she is smiling as she chants over your head. A small gasp escapes your lips at the pleasure you are feeling. It is definitely erotic and, not only that, it is oddly pushing you towards a climax. You shift on your knees and you want to thrust a hand down the front of your skirt and frig yourself off.

"The spell can have a pleasant effect," Maeve says. "Do as you like. I won't mind."

You slide a hand from her leg and down your body and thrust it immediately into your skirt and panties, gasping as you quench your fingers in the sopping cauldron of your cunt. You slam three fingers into your sopping slit and work your thumb against your clit, rolling your hips as much as you dare while Maeve works her magic on your ear. Your breathing becomes very heavy, your nipples strain against the fabric of your blouse, and all at once you cry out as an orgasm explodes through your body. You rock yourself against your thumb and feel your inner walls contracting around your penetrating fingers.

"That was very nice," Maeva says. "You may lift your head."

You lift up your head and wipe a bit of drool from the corner of your mouth. Your ear is tingling. You reach up with pussy-slicked fingers and touch that ear, surprised to find it now very long and coming to a point.

"It will last until the spell is broken, but I still have the other ear to do. Before I begin with that I think we should have a word about honesty."

Your heart nearly leaps into your throat.

"I know you don't belong here, girlie," Maeve says. "Girls have different reasons for coming here. I could find out yours if I wanted. Tease it out of your little brain. That would be very easy for me, but what would be the fun in that?"

Maeve moves the pillow from her lap and places it on the table. She reaches out with her long fingers and takes hold of your chin, tilting your face up and studying it by the candlelight. She rubs a thumb across your full, parted lips.

"An old crone like me sees a lot of pretty girls come and go, but you are exceptional. So I have two questions for you, girlie. Do you know how to lick a cunt? And what will you do for me to keep your secret?"