Abrakadabra

Late at night, a young woman, dressed in black and wearing a black hat, floated in the air. She had dark purple hair, dark shadows under her eyes, and pointed ears. These were the characteristic features of a witch. She was meditating in a place dimly lit by candles, a small seed lying on the floor.

This was her private study, a place she had obtained thanks to her incredible abilities, a privilege granted to few witches.

"Hmm... a little more."

An intense purple glow surrounded her body, as the seed rose from the floor.

"Viridiscere!"

At an accelerated pace, the tiny seed grew and grew. Its roots took hold in the ground as it unfurled its green leaves, and from its branches sprouted beautiful lemon trees.

When it was finished, she stood before a leafy, six-foot-tall lemon tree with at least seven perfectly ripe lemons.

“A marvel… though I could do better,” the young woman said self-critically as she descended.

Nina Darky had achieved another great success in magic. Mastering the plant growth spell is difficult enough, but doing it while using the floating spell was a true feat that most only dream of.

But Nina wasn't most people, no sir. From a young age, she had always been a prodigy among witches. That, combined with intense training, had taken her to a level that surpassed any teacher.

“If I improve, I could make it bigger and in less time,” she said confidently, sure of her talent.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

She was interrupted by an unexpected visitor, which broke her concentration. She usually asked that no one disturb her when she went there to practice in peace.

"Good heavens... Who could it be? Maybe it's Lilith, wanting to have another orgy with the cheerleaders."

With a quick flick of her wrist, the room was illuminated as if by large spotlights. The studio was a cross between a laboratory and a library, an ideal place for her training.

"I should tell this insatiable woman to at least respect my schedule... Oh, although fucking her is wonderful, I have to study," the witch muttered.

She was at the door expecting to find the horny Succubus, but she was surprised when she realized it wasn't her. Her eyes lit up by the shimmering gold and pearly skin of her friend Stacy Golder.

The elf was the witch's first crush. For countless nights, she fantasized about being between her breasts or caressing her perfect golden hair. Several times, she hinted to her friend, but Stacy showed no interest, which disappointed her.

Although they remained good friends, Nina always harbored feelings for Stacy, hoping they could be together someday.

"S-Stacy, what a surprise... What brings you here so late?" Nina asked, unable to hide her surprise and excitement.

Stacy elegantly tossed her hair while flashing her best smile, revealing her flawless teeth.

"Do I need an excuse to see my talented friend? May I come in?" Stacy said, her words softening with masterful skill.

Nina noticed that the elf was more radiant than usual, wearing a red one-piece dress with an excellent neckline that flattered her figure and barely reached half an inch below her bottom.

The witch also noticed that Stacy had a different look, more seductive and expectant, feeling that she was watching her quite intently.

"Oh, come in, come in," Nina said, captivated.

When her friend passed by, Nina caught the hypnotic scent that only an elf exudes. With her back to her, Stacy moved her hips more sensually, inviting the witch to feel a tingle in her pussy.

"Incredible, Nina!" Stacy exclaimed upon seeing the begging box. "It's magnificent. I suppose you made it?"

"Y-yes, I just finished it recently, although I need to improve to make it bigger," Nina said proudly.

"You're amazing... you always have been," the elf happily began to touch the tree.

Her praise made Nina blush; she always liked it when her friend complimented her on her skills. It was one of her main motivations, for Stacy to recognize and admire her.

With that, the Elf gave the tree a tight, slow hug, looping her left leg around the trunk.

"It's so hard...and strong," Stacy said in an almost erotic tone.

Nina swallowed hard as she watched her friend's breasts envelop the tree. She didn't know what her friend was trying to do, but she certainly felt envious of the beggar, wishing she were in her place.

Then Stacy turned to face the tree, still pressed against it, like a lover, her right arm above her head, caressing the trunk.

All the while, she cast a penetrating and seductive gaze.

"You know...I've noticed how wonderful and powerful Nina has made you," she said, now playing with her hair.

"You're flirting with me!" It was the first thing that crossed the witch's mind, unsure how to react to the elf's provocative actions.

"Um... uh... th... thanks, but it's nothing... I can do better."

This time, Stacy strode toward her, coming face to face with Nina.

"Oh, yes... you can do better. You have a wonderful touch... you're wonderful and beautiful."

A fire of passion and lust erupted from the elf's blue eyes, and taking the witch by surprise, she grabbed her with both hands and stole a powerful kiss.

"HMMMM!!!"