Aaralon supervises the girls while they reap the fruits of their labor.

Aaralon decided that this was as good a time as any to make his presence known. He stepped into the clearing as nonchalantly as possible.

"Good evening, girls," he intoned with his most professorial air. "Don't mind me, carry on, carry on. I'm just observing your progress, watching your technique. Take care, there will be a pop quiz later."

"Master Aaralon!" Deyna squeaked. She gulped reflexively, swallowing the load in her mouth. When she realized what she had just done, she covered her mouth demurely. Her embarassment compunded, she burned a bright red.

Thinking quickly, Aaralon seized the moment. "That's some good work there girls, but you don't get points for effort alone. You need to collect the reagent in a flask. And quickly now, before it spoils." Aaralon pointed imperiously at Keira's oozing pussy.

The whole time, Keira remained lying on the ground, panting raggedly. Her fingers diddled her unsatisfied clit frantically. The thick unicorn cum was thinning out, and Keira's violent masturbation was forcing it to leak wastefully to the ground.

"Oh Deyna, do what he says. Please...," she begged.

Deyna look a deep breath and steeled her nerves, wiping a streak of cum from her eyelashes. With one hand, she held a beaker at the entrance of Keira's puckered slit. Keira gave up masturbating only with the greatest resistance, when Deyna placed her other hand on her lightly thatched mound, and began massaging her clit with her thumb.

Deyna had never done anything like this (with another girl, anyway), but she was nothing if not a quick learner. She gently pumped Keira's womb with her fingers while she applied deep circular pressure to pink bump now prutruding from Keira's folds. Thick white fluid pumped slowly into the flask in uneven waves. Some missed the mark, trickling down the outside of the glass or directly onto the ground.

Aaralon frowned disapprovingly. "Deyna, you're wasting quite a bit there. I think you need to form a seal around the entrance of the receptacle to collect it more efficiently.

Deyna looked up at Aaralon and met his gaze quizically, until it became clear what he was suggesting. With a wry smile, she rolled her eyes and huffed in an exaggerated display of acquiesence. Placing the beaker on the ground, she slinked down between Keira's legs. With a final submissive glance upwards at Aaralon, she pressed her lips against Keira's nether lips and began sucking.

As if struck by lightning, Keira let out an tortured wail. Her hips jerked upwards, and it was all Deyna could do to keep her mouth latched onto Keira's snatch. Deyna held onto Keira's asscheeks to keep from getting thrown off. She buried her still cum-encrusted nose into Keira's soft, jet-black pubes.

Keira's breath escaped ever more rapidly, in hoarse yelps. As her excitement rose, so did her witch's magic. Clouds gathered in the sky with preternatural swiftness. The air sizzled, and arcs of electricity crackled through it. The grass in the clearing stated growing visibly, and flowers sprouted from nowhere.

Aarlon noticed a more personal change. The first-time lesbian demonstration before him would bring any red-blooded man to full-mast. But Aaralon had never felt his mast grow so full before. His member strained against the front of his britches and **** itself upward through his waistband. Although the girls were too preoccupied to see it, Aaralon's rock-hard erection was standing in plain view. The mushroom tip leaked precum onto the front of his shirt, right around his sternum.

Finally, a thunderclap resounded, masking Keira's ultimate screams of ecstacy. Deyna's cheeks bulged, flooded by a mingled surfeit of girl and beast juices alike. She desparately groped at the ground, searching through the newly grown kudzu for the beaker. She finally found it, and brought it to her lips. She puckered, and the fruits of her labor poured into the glass like pearlescent molasses.

Deyna looked up to Aaralon for approval. At that moment, she noticed Aaralon's prodiguous manhood. Her jaw dropped open in shock, and the rest of her prize dropped into the flask in a gooey white dollop.

"Do I get an A, Master Aaralon?" she asked coyly.