Bite me, Twice
These were the final words of the spell and in a single step, he crossed the threshold of my pentagram.
"Strictly speaking," The Prince stood inches from me now, his lips close to my ear, I felt his breath tickle my lobe and the faint heat radiating from his huge body, "The ritual is only completed when I fill your cunny with my seed. Get on your knees Little Witch. I am barely summoned once a century and plan to enjoy you in every way possible before I leave here."
In my naivety, understanding did not dawn immediately. I lowered myself, uneasily, onto my knees. My gaze drew level with the heft of his member, which was, to my shock and awe, twitching and growing even larger before my eyes.
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