Hunt the witch.

There the witch sits, lit by the roaring flame just behind her. She stares up at you with red in her face starkly contrasting otherwise pale skin, with hair alike lacking in pigmentation--one of the few humans in Castle Phoenix, though her mystical presence is far beyond a normal girl. The wide brim of her tall, pointed cap serves as an adorable accessory along with her bold fashion style of bare as the day she was born. She grips a vial in either hand. Whatever witch's brew this girl has concocted rises towards her lips. It's the leftmost one, and within the glass bubbles something so vibrant pink it appears as if it may be glowing. It drips slightly down her plush lower lip as she drinks it down. Then she looks upwards at you.

Your shadow looms over her--hefty member pointed upwards like a mighty redwood her eyes gaze upon in awe and excitement. You watch as she starts to squirm in place. While she was already undoubtably horny after being railed against the chair, that sensation only seems to grow hotter by the second. She pants heavy inward and out, and she tugs down on her hat while she bites her lip. Her other hand slides down between her breasts until her fingers tickle past her bare stomach. She flinches, jumping in place, when she touches between her legs. Though after a moan of pleasure, said hand makes its way back up again, and between her forefinger and thumb she rubs a nipple that is certainly more sensitive than it normally would be, as evident by the lustful fire in her eyes, and her gasping sound of ecstasy.

"What happened?" you ask curiously.

Through heavy breaths, she places the empty vial down and watches it roll far across the room. "It... I-I... very sensitive," she whispers before turning her eyes towards your own. Then she brings the other up, and this one is familiar. Countless times you've seen such an elixir. One could only hope something so easy and without risk could exist back on Earth. Though you're not on Earth anymore. This is Absoterra.

After drinking it down and tossing it away, her breathing turns rapid. "Fill me," is nearly all she can get out. "Until I can't take it... and th-then fill me more."

With your own desires begging, you can't stand and watch any longer. Before she can react, you already pin her to the floorboards--knee between her legs as you feel her body burning. The moment you kiss upon her neck, she's a puddle in your arms. Her body twitches and shudders as you make your way to her pillowy chest. Your hand arches her back, and you push your face between them before licking up and around one of her stiffened tips. The area is mind-breakingly sensitive. She yells out so loud that one would be pleased to be deep in the woods, far from a single other person's ears. She screams and moans to nothing but this touch, and you feel her overwhelming excitement run down your leg. As she frantically fidgets around, you pin one of her wrists to the floor. As you do, she can't help but moan even louder, and yell out a single, "YES~!"

"Are you sure you can handle this?" you whisper, having seen her so wild when things have hardly began.

"D-Don't stop," she begs.

Though the words of her request are nearly cut off by the euphoria you **** upon her a moment later. Her lips part ways as your shaft drives deep inside her body. Each and every inch of your manhood sparks a nearly overwhelming wave of sexual pleasure as it slides past her folds, and the same goes in reverse. For a moment, she hardly responds--mouth agape, eyes rolled back. Though finally she shivers hard and grabs at your back with shaking hands. As you shake and bound the girl forward and back against the cottage floor, she's driven absolutely wild. The first potion she drank made her body so incredibly sensitive to sexual stimulation, yet she isn't telling you to stop. Her eyes beg you to continue.

She cums. Already, she reaches the finish line, and explosively so. She yells out in pure joy as her body floods with the satisfaction of an orgasm. Though with how sensitive she is, it's only a moment longer before a second one hits. "T... Too much!" she tries to get out. "St... St-Stop, it's t-too...!"

You pick the girl up.

It gives her a brief moment to recover her senses, though not long. You slam her up against the wall, with one hand clutching her wrist and the other lifting her leg--spreading the opening to once again plunge inside. Then you kiss her. Her moans desperately into your lips, but you thrust her up in your embrace, once again putting her through the fucking of her life.

You take what she said earlier to heart. Fill her up? You wouldn't mind that right now. So, you stop holding back. It's time. You shiver as your body grows warmer. With this cute and sexy witch in your arms, you can't wait to cum. Harder and faster, you drive her wild as you continue your onslaught. All she can do is struggle to stand, weak in your arms, as the potion's effects utterly defeat her. Faster. Harder! Her moans fill the inside of the hut, and finally, you feel the end approaching. You lick and suck her breast before kissing her neck. She gasps and shouts, and your body tenses up. Vivi finishes first, though a few moments later, you let it go.

As requested, her body fills with every last drop of what you have. It's a lot. Perhaps more than she expected. You even surprise yourself. She practically screams after her previous orgasm, with such an erotic fantasy being fulfilled--not just being filled of course, but being here with you, and the potion in question. You continue to buck your hips and bound her up and down on your cock until you're satisfied, and she's left stumbling and dizzy.

You slowly pull out, and guide her down to her knees where she falls to her side, dripping and twitching.

"... So good," she whispers.

"You're done already?" you ask.

She peers up at you--eyes wide as her nostrils flare. "Th-There's more?" While one could at first guess her to be feeling fear by the look on her face, but you know her well enough to know otherwise, and Kitty Sense doesn't hurt. She isn't afraid. She's thrilled. The witch wants more, and now that you've suggested such, she isn't going to take no for an answer.