Spells and Screwing

In the evening, Leni rides Garek again, this time allowing him to climax inside her. Rising from his lap, with his semen running down her leg and dropping onto the forest floor, she heads directly towards Ciri. "I learned an interesting spell today. It's going to make things much more pleasant for you," Leni, slightly out of breath, smiles at her. "Oh, really?" Ciri responds gruffly, her faith in magic was minimal. "Best regards from Jareth, he gave me the idea," Leni laughs. Without hesitation, she starts reciting a spell. The air around Ciri begins to vibrate, a warm sensation spreads in her loins, and a tingling begins. "What have you done to me?" Ciri snarls at Leni in horror.

"Just made sure you have more fun," she laughs back. Ciri stares at her, puzzled. "You're now infertile and more receptive," she explains. Without another word, Leni disappears as suddenly as she arrived, leaving a confused Ciri behind. Within minutes, the warm sensation transforms into a fire blazing in her lower abdomen, as intense as Ciri has never experienced before. Her thoughts start racing, scenes of people mating forcing themselves into her consciousness, a stream of unbridled fantasies that take her breath away. The urge to indulge in these thoughts becomes unbearable. After a few torturous seconds, she can't stand it anymore and gives in to the thoughts. She only thinks about sex, imagining how Jareth and Garek would take her. She curses Leni for her spell, yet she can't deny that a part of her enjoys this new, intense desire.

As dusk falls, Jareth leaves the warming fire and heads towards Ciri. His grin wide and full of anticipation, he notices Ciri's flushed face and her dripping pussy. His eyes, filled with pent-up lust, fix on her intently. "Ciri," he smiles. "I believe you've been longing for someone to give you a proper fuck." Ciri, by now so turned on that she can barely think straight, answers with a moaning "Yes". Her voice is full of lust. Jareth laughs, the joy at her willing consent unmistakable. He quickly unties her bindings and helps her to her feet, holding her body firmly and confidently. Ciri, who in such a situation would have tried to escape, succumbs to the feeling of arousal that has been awakened in her by Leni's spell.

Jareth leads her to the glowing campfire, whose light banishes the darkness of the night. They stop there, he releases his hands from Ciri and slowly opens his trousers. Every move is careful and deliberate, he seems to be savoring every moment. He pulls down his trousers and underwear, presenting his limp cock to Ciri. Ciri feels nothing but the burning desire to give him a blowjob. "Kneel down and get it hard," Jareth commands her, holding his penis in one hand and offering it to her. She obeys his command without hesitation, feeling the tingling desire in her body surge as she begins to suck his cock. She tastes the musk and slight saltiness. Jareth grabs her hair and begins to fuck her mouth in a steady rhythm. Ciri sucks and licks with growing passion until he is fully erect, throbbing in her mouth. With every thrust, every breath Jareth takes, her desire grows, she can hardly wait to feel him inside her. She knows the real satisfaction is yet to come. Then Jareth pulls his cock out of her mouth. "Not bad, Ciri. You've become a real cocksucker," he pants, his grip in her hair loosening. "But now it's time to fuck," he laughs.

With a gentle motion, Jareth pushes Ciri into a kneeling position and positions himself behind her. He lets his hands glide softly over her back before they purposefully reach her pussy. His fingers brush promisingly over her wet slit before he presses his erect cock against her. With a powerful and satisfying thrust, Jareth slides into Ciri. "Oh, Ciri, you're so tight. About time someone fucked you," he pants, his breath warm and exciting on her ear. Ciri moans and surrenders to the ecstasy. "Oh..." she quietly utters as she feels his penetration.

Jareth begins to thrust rhythmically into her, his movements encouraging her to press against him. His hands are firmly on her hips, his fingernails gently scratching her skin. "Do you like that, hm? You love being fucked, don't you?" Ciri cannot deny her arousal. "Yesss," she moans, her voice full of lust and wildness. Jareth laughs softly, his breath becoming faster. "Leni really did a good job," he whispers. His movements become faster, his thrusts more intense. Ciri moans and gasps beneath him, her fingers clawing into the ground as she surrenders to the wave of pleasure rolling through her body. She gives herself entirely to the rhythm that takes over her body. "I'm about to cum inside you," Jareth pants, his grip on her hips becoming tighter. With every thrust, he brings Ciri closer to the edge, her breathing quickens, her moaning grows louder. A trembling climax builds within her, threatening to overwhelm her.

Just when she thinks she can't take it any longer, the wave of ecstasy crashes over her. A sharp scream of pleasure escapes her as she climaxes, her body jerks under the intensity of the orgasm. She feels Jareth's pulsating cock inside her, his movements even more urgent. With one last, powerful thrust, he too climaxes, his body jerks and he emits a deep, satisfied moan. Ciri feels him unloading inside her, sending a wave of warmth through her. After the last wave of orgasm has swept through them both, Jareth pulls out of her with a deep sigh of satisfaction. His cock is still half erect, glistening from his semen and Ciri's own juices. The tip is red and sensitive after their lovemaking.

Ciri feels something warm and wet running down her thighs. She glances down and notices the gleaming white of Jareth's semen slowly flowing out of her, a silent testament to the intimacy they just shared. Exhausted, she collapses onto the ground, the heat of the fire warming her front while the cool night air tickles her bare skin on the back. Ciri is sweaty and sticky, the smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air. After Jareth has recovered, he stands up and gets dressed. "You're really good to fuck, shame we're moving on tomorrow afternoon," Jareth raves. Ciri does not respond and remains lying on the ground from exhaustion and satisfaction, breathing heavily and occasionally moaning softly. The soft crackling of the fire and the silent night are the only sounds that interrupt them.

Jareth looks at Ciri for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her sweaty, satisfied body. He then kneels down and gently picks her up. Carrying Ciri in his arms, he walks back to the post where she was previously bound. He carefully sets her down and positions her to lean against it. With nimble fingers, he ties her arms back onto the post. Ciri, too exhausted to resist or protest, simply lets it happen. Her head rests against the wooden structure, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing gradually slows and she feels sleep creeping in. Once he has securely fastened Ciri, Jareth returns to the fire, retrieves a blanket, and drapes it over her. He then takes his place again by the campfire, watching her for a moment before his attention shifts back to the flames. Ciri eventually drifts into sleep, still bound, but now utterly exhausted and satisfied. She dreams of intimacy, echoing the intense encounter she just experienced.