He put his knee in front of me. His eyes focused on mine, as my eyes locked on his. I felt my cunt widen as he shoved two fingers in me. I remained st...ll and silent as he invaded my core but he pulled them out. Holding his fingers in front of my face, his thumb rubbed at the slick coating I had left on his fingers. “What do you need?” “For you to fuck me,” I whispered. I heard the air part and then a stinging pain across my back that made my body flinch. “What did you say?” I heard his shoes. EtheliaEthelia is a witch who practices Dark Magic, such as necromancy and lust magic. She comes from a long line of powerful magic-users and she takes pride in her history. While she touts this, she never speaks of her family's name nor what race she is. Many assume her to be either a human or an elf, but her hat obscures her ears and no one dares challenge her to find out the truth. Many would rather just keep their heads in tact. She is an incredibly powerful mage, but also quite devious.. "You ran into the worst element, yes, but there could be families out there, good people who need friends. Like those three women we saved," I add, as if it is an after thought."I..." she stumbles in her resistance. She knows the women I am talking about, she has seen them broken and most likely seen dozens if not hundreds of women broken by the Brutes."Mel, I want to go home now," she looks at her husband, pleading."Yes, my love," Melville reaches over me and pluck her out of our hug. He gives. As it got closer I moved my head up to avoid contact. I wasn’t going to chew on that with dead troops most likely still dripping out of it no way. I started to lick the crease between her legs being as careful as one can in pitch black not to get a mouth full. She kept trying to maneuver pussy in to my mouth without a great deal of success. I could feel a more concentrated flow of some thing on my chin don’t know how I could discern that as it was still pissing down. Another lightning bolt hit.