A veritable harem

The space looked comfortable. Couches and cushions were strewn about the room and the light was softened by gauzy curtains. Similarly strewn around the space were women of all races and all different stages of pregnancy. A red-haired, almost supernaturally beautiful woman with a massive belly stood as Viviana was unchained.

“Has she been prepared?”

“No mistress.” The half-elf turned to the woman but looked to the ground, not making eye contact.

“You had a whole walk here and you did nothing?” The red-head slapped the half-elf. “Useless.”

The woman turned to Viviana. “Kneel.”

Viviana looked back. She was confused but above all, even in her debased state, she wouldn’t kneel to this strange woman. CRACK. She slapped Viviana across the face, hard. Instinctively Viviana’s hand went to her cheek and her mouth opened for some rejoinder. Before words could come to her lips, the redhead grabbed Viviana’s thick, black hair and dragged her to the center of the room. Viviana was thrown on one of the cushions, too stunned to move as the redhead began to mount her face.

“When I say kneel, you kneel. Do you understand? You belong to the temple now, and that means you belong to me.”

The heavily pregnant woman lowered her puffy pussy onto Viviana’s face before she could make any kind of answer. Her hips gyrated against the witch’s face. When she went to struggle, she realized her fingers were still cuffed together to prevent her from casting.

SLAP. The strange ginger brought a hand down on Viviana’s pussy. The witch whimpered into her pussy and the woman sighed. “You’ll have to learn how to serve, whore. But I can teach you.”

The woman kept grinding her pussy against Viviana’s face. The witch was afraid she’d be smothered and her body began to thrash underneath the redhead. But each twitch was met with a hard slap on the pussy, cowing Viviana. Eventually she reached out her tongue to begin licking at the woman’s slit, hoping that bringing her pleasure would end this. The woman sighed as Viviana began to eat her out. She was clumsy about it, this was her first time with another woman, but she did what she thought would bring herself pleasure if she were the one grinding her cunt on someone else’s face. The woman moaned as Viviana got into it.

“Yes, just like that slut. You’re learning. Ooooohhhh.”

It wasn’t long before the pregnant redhead’s juices flowed across Viviana’s face. She dismounted, leaving Viviana gasping for air. Her mouth was filled with the taste of the other woman. She couldn’t deny it tasted good.

“Amelia,” the woman spoke to the half-elf, “Bring the westthorn ointment. The new girl still has a lot to learn.”

The half-elf scurried away and brought a clay pot to where Viviana was still lying stunned. Viviana felt a cold, tingling sensation as the strange ointment was rubbed up and down her slit and just inside her entrance. She moaned at the stimulation. She was horrified to discover that she was as turned on by this female **** as by the repeated breedings in the marketplace. How low she’d fallen. The half elf’s fingers drifted lower, spreading more of the ointment on Viviana’s asshole. The cold tingle drove the witch wild.