Wicked Sisters - Sex Stories

Wicked Sisters

... every thought. In his mind, all he could think about was pleasing her – making sure that she was happy with whatever task he took on in her name. He knew deep within that he had only one chance to succeed in his mission, and failure would bring untold horrors upon him.

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The weeks leading up to All Hallows' Eve blurred together as he worked diligently on his task. He spent day after day searching for a suitable victim who might be tempted by his advances, but no matter how hard he tried, nobody seemed good enough for the witch's liking.

Then, one night, exactly one night before Halloween, it happened: a young woman out for a late evening stroll stumbled across his path. Dressed in a sheer white dress, her blond, almost white hair tied back in an elegant bun with eyes resembling the color of a cloudless morning sky. Her curves caught everyone's eyes from afar as she gracefully moved through town.

He couldn't help but feel a burning desire as he approached her, emboldened by a newfound confidence that could only come from knowing he’d found the girl he was looking for. His hands were steady as he got closer, and he spoke with a smoothness that seemed to capture her attention. He chose his words carefully, trying to charm her with tales of promise and pleasure. Entranced by the growing power of her presence, it seemed that the tables had turned – soon, it was she who held the key to his heart in her hands.

At that moment, no black cat could break the spell ...

... this woman had woven around him – a spell born of passion and lust that promised nothing but pure ecstasy. Completely enthralled by her every word, he was willing to do anything to please this alluring woman.

Her knowing smile was lost on him.

As the night went on, they found a more private spot. His fingers teased the skin above her collarbone, tracing an expectant path downward. He was reveling in the smoothness of her skin under his touch; it was like satin beneath his fingertips as his hand slid down to rest on the curve of her hip; feeling the firm roundness that was hidden beneath layers of sheer fabric. His own heart was thumping furiously. In their embrace, she reached out and touched the hairs at the back of his neck, feeling him quiver beneath her fingertips. Passion ignited between them, and they were soon lost in each other.

Although not quite as his thoughts drifted back to Obsidian entering his life; he struggled to focus on his current assignment. The irresistible force of her memory lingered and pulled him back and forth between her and the White Lady. He felt trapped in this magnetic draw. His attraction to the woman before him was undeniable, yet he was still under the spell of Obsidian. He couldn't deny his heartfelt feelings and the passion that surged through his veins. It was an intoxicating mix of love and lust, desire and desperation, and his body ached for release.

He was sure Obsidian would recognize and praise his achievements. He eagerly ...