FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0114
As the statue bots hold both you and the witch and place, you supply the witch with a sudden thrust, a gasp catching in her throat. “There we are…” she purrs, wrapping her booted legs around you as she you continue to deliver thrusts into her suspended sex. With a groan she presses her lips against your own, her ‘water allergy’ manifesting in a tingling sensation upon your mouth at every kiss.
“My tits!” she demands, her lips smoking, and you bow your head to lavish her breasts in wet kisses, steam rising from their surface as her sizzling nipple tickles your tongue. You feel her walls quiver and tighten and you thrust harder, your mouth slathering her chest, leaving trails of smoke until her she finally yelps in pain, recoiling from your lips and redoubling her own thrusts against you.
You climax inside of her and feel a wave of heat engulf your cock. She falls back in the arms of her beatifically smiling nymph-statues, panting as white vapor steams off of her heaving chest.
“I am going to enjoy every last drop of you,” she purrs, her nymph-bots gently setting her down upon the ground as one of them pulls the silken condom from you.
Watching you with a fondness one of a girl admiring a new toy, she instructs the nymph-bots, “Escort him to the tower.”
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