Waking Up in the Witch's Bed

The first thing Xena feels when she wakes up is the distinct scent of sex. The second is the warm curvy body nestled against her side. She opens her eye, realizing that she slept in the witch's bedroom, with the witch.

Stella mumbles against her chest, then goes back to stillness. The witch is still asleep, her head resting on Xena's shoulder.

Xena can't help but smile. She has wanted to bang the witch for a while now, and waking up by her side is an absolute treat.

She takes a moment to just look at her and take her in. Stella's scent alone is enough to make her hard, although that might just be her morning wood.

Xena runs her fingers through the witch's hair, drops a kiss on her forehead, and then gently moves her away from her arm. She tries to not wake her up, but it is not a success.

"Mmmgm... Xena?"

"Good morning..." She is about to call her something, but the word fail to leave her throat; She's not actually sure how she wants to address Stella now.

What should she call her? Would it be too formal to use her name? Stella? Or Mistress Brightstar? Or maybe try to be more playful, teasing her by calling her Witch or Hag. Or, how about a cutesy nicknames? Would she call her Darling? or Dear? or Honey? They have laid together, after all.

At least, the witch seems to be sleepy enough not to notice the indecision painted on her face.

"Good morning sweetie," the witch mumbles, her eyes still close.

Sweetie. A lovey moniker, with some motherly vibes. Granted, Stella is much older than her, so it is somewhat appropriate.

When Xena gets up, she notices a neatly folded outfit on a nearby table, ready for her to put on if she wants. She appreciates the gesture, even though she wouldn't have minded walking through the tower in her robe, or, hells, even naked. The only people in here besides the witch and her are those eyeless wooden mannequins, none of them have reacted to seeing her bare bum before.

She doesn't want to put on the clean clothes right away; The dried fluids of the night before around her nether region steer her instead towards the witch's private bathroom.

"Nice butt," the witch says from the bed, observing her.

They've been naked together the night before, but they were mostly stuck against one another, busy fucking and kissing in the dim light.

"Wanna join me for a shower?" Xena asks, knowing that the enchantress will jump at the opportunity to get a good hard look at the orc's full naked form.

Stella cannot suppress her smile, and so Xena walks into the lavish washroom, knowing that the witch will happily follow her.

She's propped up against the marble counter when Stella enters the room, and for a moment they simply look at one another. They're both naked, and looking a little messy from their night of passion. Seeing the witch like that, without any of her usual adornment and with disheveled hair bearing the mark of their intimacy... she looks just like a regular person. Then again, Xena isn't well-versed in what regular human women looks like, considering that Stella is the first one she sees naked.

"You're beautiful," Xena lets out, her eye exploring every part of the woman in front of her.

"You're not bad looking either. I could get used to that hot green body in my bedroom."

Xena shrugs. "Yeah, well, you kinda built it. It's obviously gonna be to your liking." She doesn't know why she said that. She's grateful that the witch helped her become who she has always wanted to be, but the quickness with which the spell transformed her feels almost... cheap. Ever since she's become feminine, she sometimes feel like she doesn't deserve this blessing.

"To be honest, I also built this," Stella says while gesturing towards herself.

Xena's inquisitive head tilt prompt a chuckle out of the witch.

"Centuries-old humans don't usually look this good, you know." She steps forward until she's within arms reach, her eyes focused on Xena's face, and then she puts her hand on her thick green thigh. "I didn't pick what you would like like. I simply changed your body so it would match your true gender. I did not influence it in any direction. You aren't _my _idolized version of a pretty orc lady. You are yourself, and that's what I'm attracted to."

Xena doesn't know what to say, but the witch's words do make her feel a little better. Her hand against her skin also makes her feel... something.

"Oh, my," Stella whispers when she sees the huge green shaft lifting and hardening as blood pumps through it.

"I'm attracted to you too," Xena blurts out, even if her dick is already sharing that information. "And... thank you. For, you know... for helping me be myself."

"You're very welcome," she responds, her eyes unable to look away from the big jade cock.

"You wanna play with it?"

"Desperately."

Xena grabs her and lifts her up against her chest. While giving her a big sloppy kiss, she lowers Stella down onto her dick, penetrating her warm inviting cunt. She fucks her standing up, which is evidently a position that her paramour enjoys quite a lot. The witch climaxes quickly, digging her nails into the solid flesh of the orc's broad muscled back and clamping her legs around her with surprising strength.

Keeping the witch on her dick, Xena walks under the elaborate cascading contraption, then activate the water mechanism. She finishes inside Stella, pumping her full of sperm and making her cum a second time.

When she unsheaths her, thick white cream splurts out of Stella's hole, to be washed down the drain.

Xena could very much get used to these kinds of morning.