You spot the female town crier.

What is that horrible racket? Is someone’s pet elephant dying? No, wait… it’s just that damned town crier, Angela Swifthistle! You’ve complained to her before that she needs to take it easy, and that town crier didn’t actually mean she needed to wail like a banshee very morning about grain prices. Angela didn’t react to well to that though; she damned near beat you up for making that remark! This world certainly does breed some tough, strong-willed women!

Although she was as annoying as a pointy rock stuck inside your boot, she had a stunning, athletic body hidden underneath her leathers and traveling packs. She keeps herself tight and toned by traveling between cities, receiving and giving the latest news. You’ve dreamt of taking her from behind numerous nights and then looking down at the mess you’ve made in disappointment. She has a strong oval face, with fierce eyes and raven shoulder length-hair. You believe she has some average breasts, though with all her gear it’s not very easy to tell.

This was it though, this was the afternoon you got back at her for all those rude awakenings. You lick your lips hungrily as you start to concentrate on an iron hand mirror you purchased for just such an occasion, creating one half of the portal. Next, you redirect your intense gaze towards Miss Loudmouth (Ahem, Swifthistle) and focus on her vagina, finishing the link. With a green shimmer and a pop, the iron mirror you hold in your hand now has a tight pussy with a trimmed bush protruding out of it! You can only imagine it must belong to Angela, but there’s only one way to be absolutely sure. You tentatively circle your thumb against the clit and suddenly, what’s that? The sound of birds chirping? It seems like dear Angela has stopped talking for some reason! You look out your window and see the sexy town crier with her legs crossed and her hands over her crotch. Also, from the look of it she’s blushing quite a bit. Time to push the limits! You begin to messily eat out her pussy, plunging your tongue into her wet depths while watching her adorable reaction from a distance. Angela braces against a stone fence for support and begins to stagger away, out of the village. Damn! you curse to yourself, your face wet with her juices. It’s no fun when you can’t see their reaction.

You quickly don a simple brown cloak and run outside in her direction, finger fucking her underneath the cover of the cloak all the way. Your cock gorges as you listen to the lewd wet sounds of your digits driving Angela to orgasm. As you round the corner of the fence, your jaw drops as you see a very naked town crier riding an invisible cock in a small clearing in the forest outside of town!

You quickly run to cover behind some trees near her so you can get a good view and get yourself off in the process. You sneak towards a big oak near her, still abusing her cunt underneath your cloak. “Ah! Fuck! Wh-what’s happening to me?!” You hear the once rugged and tough as nails town crier scream in pleasure. Unable to hold back anymore you quickly drop your trousers and impale Angela’s slit through the mirror. As you piston in and out of her pussy you watch Angela buck back and forth on where your cock would be if she were riding you on the forest floor. You fuck her hard, giving her no mercy as you release your pent-up frustration on her defenseless cunt. "Oh yes! Yes! Harder!" you hear the buxom young girl cry out. As you feel her orgasm again and her walls clamp down on your cock you flood her pussy with your semen, emptying your balls deep inside her. You hear her moan out in pleasure as she drops down onto the leaves under her, panting hard. Satisfied with your work, you wipe your cock around her pussy lips one more time and dismiss the spell, rendering the mirror back to it’s original form.