The Voodoo An Elf Can Do So Well

The rod began to vibrate and pulsate in Belinda's rectum, which must have been rather pleasing considering her gash was gushing her girlish goo.

Milking her most intimate moisture, the container filled quickly with spurts of pearly fluid.

The golden light grew dimmer, turned silvery, then brazen before brown, and finally going dead and dull.

The jewels seemed to have lost their sparkle, and the Elf pulled the pole out with a plop which she had planted in the Queen of All the Land, though she was still claimed all the same.

It was clear why the staff seemed dull, it was converted to a child's toy, made of wood, adorned with paint and glass only.

Oh well, the elf figured, sacrifices must be made.

She tossed the cheap bauble away, casting it right into the roaring fire.

It went up in a puff of smoke.

"Now, you have a lesson to get to little girl!", slapping the ass of a still shuddering Belinda as she stepped from the throne and through the hall, leaving only after snapping her fingers.

Belinda quickly came to her senses and clutched her naked, slimy genitals, the air of the throne-room thick with the scent of her excretions.

Tugging up her silk panties so hastily she put a tear them she said, "I have to stop waking up naked!", bringing her still coated hand to her nose and sniffing, "And wet!", letting her panties sop up most of the mess, she placed her gown back on and left the rest of her elaborate underclothes, and a trail of slime on the crimson carpet.