Anilith took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling, the thin material of her blouse rubbing against her nipples. They themselves brought to attention by the anticipation filling all of Anilith's being. Her thoughts ran from the first moment she saw the red witch. She was so forceful, commanding her body with touch and spell. Something about it formed an infatuation that while dimming at times could never truly die it seems.
That very infatuation had led her here, to this cave miles away of anywhere she had ever been. "Okay Ani, you can do this, just walk inside, tell her to undo this infatuation, and... and.. Don't think think about her body or the things it could do to you.." Anilith shook her head after a moment, a string of drool running from the corner of her mouth. "Maldita bruja. Liberar mi mente" Anilith cursed, continuing to shake her head, wiping the images from her mind, as her breathing steadied.
Anilith's left foot was the first part of her to move in what felt like an eternity, but she knew it could not have been more than a minute. Her throat drying with each step, but her nethers moistened despite her own attempts to control her body. A quiet 'mierda' being spoken under her breath, as her forked tongue ran itself over her lips. Her stomach tied in knots, her head spinning, she needed to be free, like the wind.
The cave was dark, but her infernal eyes cared little for darkness; peering through the veil. The gray stone walls lined with water that ran down from above, leaving them soaking wet to the touch, continual 'drip' noises could be heard from all around her drowning out any other sounds save from those within her own body. The further in Anilith walked, the more wetness seeped from the cave around her, soaking through to the floor, leaving it slippery. Her own blouse becoming translucent as the waters dripped onto it from above.
She flexed the four fingers of her left hand, covered in the black glove. A gift from the ogre 'Oggy' meant to protect her. She pressed the glove against herself, and felt the magics pass through it, and into herself. "I won't be charmed by her, I won't be controlled by her." Anilith stated quietly, in confirmation to herself. She suddenly felt her dry mouth begin to water, as her nose came under assault by a pleasant, heady odor. Anilith did not know exactly what it was, but she wanted... no, she needed it.
She found her pace quicken, her heartbeat growing to match it, as soon she was in a full sprint, desperation filling her. A need to find the source of that magnificent odor. Time slowed for Anilith, as the tension melted away, every fibre of her being cried out for the need. She found it, sitting upon a throne of stone, surrounded by beasts and men of every variety imaginable the red witch: Naira Aylen. They worshipped her silently as a goddess, and Anilith discovered the scent she so deeply craved, Naira sat her legs spread, one hand gently rubbing the lips of her vulva. The heady scent was the wtich's own.
Anilith shivered as her pace slowed to a crawl, or so she thought. Anilith had dropped to her hands and knees and was quite literally crawling to the witch. Only stopping once she felt the heel of a boot against her forehead. Her eyes were wet with tears she held back looking up to the imposing woman. "Please..." Anilith muttered, her head dropping to the ground.
Anilith stared at the wet stone beneath her for how long she did not know. Seconds, or years passed, time did not matter, all that mattered was the witch. Yet Anilith could not bear herself to look at the woman before her. She felt a yank on the back of her head, with her own deep amber eyes staring into the emerald pools of Naira's own. Lips pressed against own, as her eyes fluttered she went limp in the arms of the powerful woman before her. Anilith could be crushed like an insect but instead she was being cradled, kissed... loved?
