Patricia shows who's boss

The word echoed in the room as Tamiko stepped back, watching as Patricia approached the bound and struggling pixie. Her smile was cold, a stark contrast to the gentle strokes she had bestowed upon Tamiko's cock just moments ago. The kitsune felt a peculiar mix of excitement and dread.

"For your service," Patricia began, her hand sliding down to her own engorged cock, "I shall grant you a taste of power. But remember, this is just a taste," she added, her voice taking on a hint of a growl. She looked down at the pixie, who had gone eerily still, her eyes wide with fear and anger. "This little creature is quite the handful," Patricia said, her gaze lingering on the pixie's bound form, "but she'll learn to serve us well."

Patricia's hand began to glow with a faint blue light as she traced the head of her cock, the same magic that had been pulsing in the swamp now concentrating in her palm. You watched, fascinated, as she leaned down and whispered something in the pixie's ear, the words in a language you didn't understand. The pixie's eyes went wide, and she let out a strangled scream. Patricia's cock grew even larger, and she stroked it with renewed vigor.

Patricia's hand slid away from her cock, leaving a trail of glowing blue energy in its wake. She grabbed the pixie's chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to meet your eyes. The pixie's fiery glare didn't waver, but her breath hitched as Patricia leaned in close. You could see the beginnings of fear in those eyes, and your cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come.

"Now," Patricia murmured, her breath hot on the pixie's cheek, "You're going to watch very closely. This is how we treat those who don't understand their place." With a flick of her wrist, the energy surged forth, wrapping around the pixie's throat. She choked, her eyes bulging as Patricia's cock grew even larger. The water hag's grip tightened, and the pixie's struggles grew weaker.

The room grew warmer as the magic grew more intense, the air thick with power and lust. You watched, unable to look away, as Patricia's cock pulsed with the energy of the swamp. It was like watching a living, breathing weapon, one that could bring both pleasure and pain. The pixie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a pitiful whine. But Patricia wasn't done yet. She leaned in closer, her teeth grazing the pixie's ear. "You will serve us," she whispered, "and you will enjoy it."

With a sudden jerk of her hips, Patricia plunged her massive cock into the pixie's tight little pussy. The pixie screamed, the sound muffled by the hand around her neck. You felt a strange thrill watching the water hag claim the tiny creature, her powerful body overwhelming the pixie's feeble resistance. The scent of fear and arousal filled the room, making your own cock throb in time with the hag's thrusts. You could feel the magic coursing through her, feeding into the act, making every sensation more intense.

Patricia began to fuck the pixie harder, her strokes deep and powerful. The pixie's struggles grew weaker, her body succumbing to the inexorable rhythm. You couldn't help but be drawn closer, the need to participate growing stronger by the second. As if sensing your desire, Patricia leaned over and whispered, "Would you like to play, Tamiko?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice, your cock standing at full attention. Patricia chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine. She reached out and stroked your cheek, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Good," she murmured, and then she turned her attention back to the pixie.

With a flick of her wrist, she released the magic **** the pixie, who took in a **** gasp of air before Patricia's cock filled her mouth. You watched, entranced, as the water hag began to fuck her face, her moans muffled by the thick shaft. The pixie's eyes watered and she squirmed, trying to pull away, but Patricia held her firm. She looked up at you, her eyes pleading, but you could feel the heat in the room growing, your own need for release building.

Patricia pulled her cock from the pixie's mouth and turned to you, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You see, Tamiko," she said, her voice husky with arousal, "This is the kind of power we can wield together. She may be small, but she'll bring us so much joy." With that, she handed you the pixie's skirt, still wet with the magic that had bound her wings.

You took the skirt, feeling the power of the swamp pulsating through it. The material was alive with energy, and you could feel it tingling against your skin as you wrapped it around your own cock. Patricia's smile grew even wider as she watched you, her own hand stroking her cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "Show her who's boss."