Ruby felt Raisa’s caring hands as she adjusted the hem of her frock, and her pastel shirt. That gesture forced her focus along her limbs. Ruby attempted smiling to aly her nervousness.
Raisa tightened Ruby’s ce garters, checking that they stayed within their prescribed lengths. “These, little witchling, are beautiful adornments.” She raised her digit and gave one tracing line, smoothing out creases. “They accentuate your lovely thighs.” Then she tugged Ruby’s stocking further. “Exquisite adornments. They stay perfect.”
Then Raisa zipped Ruby’s frock.
When Ruby stood motionless, Raisa gently urged her. “Even within the sanctuary of my estate, little witchling, it helps to be dignified always.” Her voice carried soft kindness. “Even if we would be performing undignified acts ter.” Then she offered her hand to escort Ruby out of her limousine. Her act, along with her words, promised sacious deeds.
When Ruby stepped out, the cool air and the diamond studded night sky made her believe that Raisa much have spirited her away to another realm. No sign of city lights. Only the familiar consteltions of the stars convinced Ruby of the reality.
Directly ahead loomed Raisa’s manor. French windows embedded in the ancient structure, stood amidst thick forests. It was imposing, standing amidst hauntingly beautiful grounds. The driveway led through meticulously maintained hedges. Each rose bushes were perfectly pruned.
As they approached, Ruby caught glimpses through her periphery. She saw ancient oaks, standing tall, stretching their branches. Their leaves danced, whispering secrets of ancient power.
The air inside Raisa’s estate seemed different. It felt crisp, pure, den with scents. They permeated through, reaching deep, lifting her spirits. But most of all, Ruby felt like a real princess being led by Raisa through the grand doors.
When Ruby stepped within Raisa’s manor, she entered through tall doors, finding herself enveloped within intricate carvings. Then, she realised that was just the foyer. Led by Raisa, she continued her walk along marble floors leading towards the wide main hall.
“Do all witches are insanely wealthy?” Ruby uttered her thoughts while her eyes were captivated by the ornate frescoes.
“No. Most of us live fairly simple lives. But who would be interested in a poor hag of a witch in the market square selling elderberry brew for genital warts? I am sure no one wants to read that.”
“But Or is rich. My Mom is incredibly well off. And you...” Ruby let her voice taper. Her eyes were still fixed on the wall murals, trying to decipher what was depicted.
Raisa only gave her a smile, the sort reserved for adorable kitten wrestling with yarn balls. “Orith is rich. Not because of her outright use of magic. Her structures brought harmony. The harmony brought her clients. You would be surprised, outside the responsibilities of the magically aligned world, I am, but a humble proprietor of a few night clubs and art galleries.”
Raisa gestured. The Grand Hall encompassed them. Intricate paintings enlivened the tall ceiling. Arched doors led in four directions. That aspect fascinated Ruby, since she sensed potent magic throbbing through each threshold. Then Raisa directed her towards the wide central staircase leading upwards. “Those are my private sanctum. And they wait to be graced by your presence.”
Ruby advanced her pace, following Raisa. She found comfort when Raisa’s fingers entwined within her digits. “Still does not expin everything.”
Raisa gnced above. Her twinkling pupils emphasized her smile. “All witches are humane. Exceptional nature cannot coexist within beings devoid of empathy.” She took her cane, guiding it along with each step. The soft taps created pleasant music. “It is how we exercise this empathy that separates us. That is why most witches prefer a seemingly mundane existence. Some are happy being librarians. Others with selling magically healing crystals at renfair. Only a few like Morgane seek power… Irrespective of the cost.”
“Still, you wield power too.” Ruby can sense Raisa’s passion stirring beneath, swimming through silent waters, just lurking. She appeared contented. Then she saw Raisa’s beauty reflected through her satisfied smile.
Raisa traced along Ruby’s palm. Her caresses reignited Ruby’s nerves. “I enjoy my enterprises since they bring me greater joy than dominating others. I can afford certain luxuries because my extra-curricur activities provide additional resources.”
“You are deviating from divulging.” Ruby’s eyes returned to the walls. She wondered what those little witches in those paintings were up to.
Raisa’s grip was gentle yet unrelenting as she took Ruby through the stairs. Her strength brimmed within the gesture. Then her voice cascaded, breaking the silence. “In that case, little witchling. Consider this. With great power comes...”
“Great responsibility?” Ruby finished.
“No. I am not a comic book mentor.” The strong tap of Raisa’s cane proved her point. Yet, her touch still felt addictive. “With great power comes great danger, and greater threat. That is why most witches do not seek power. Nobody comes for the poor old woman living alone at the edge of the forest for selling amulet to relieve armpits lumps. But they will, if she gathers followers and if she had accumuted wealth enough to buy herself a decent life.”
Raisa appeared alert. Her words seemed heavy. Even Ruby could sense it through the veiled stance. “How familiar are you with the tale of the bloody countess, little witchling?”
Ruby met Raisa’s gaze. “Elizabeth Bathory. The vampire?”
The chuckle that Raisa gave echoed, reflected from the high arched ceilings and filigree encrusted columns.
“She was no vampire. Just a woman with a penchant for younger girls. And she was powerful. And wealthy. Enough to lend money to a few other powerful people, including the king. Easy to bring fake charges than pay back real gold.” Raisa fixed Ruby with her piercing gaze. “Let that be a lesson, little witchling. When you amass power, you amass danger.”
Something about those words, the way Raisa framed them, the potency in her voice, they all seemed to imply a warning. A very subtle and indirect one. But further digressions were halted when Raisa continued.
“If you are curious, vampires do exist and they are all rich.” Raisa gave another chuckle, fully punctuated by the tapping of her cane and the climbing of their steps. “I mean, they have to be. Imagine living from the 17th century and still unable to afford your own estate. In which case, you should just get out of your coffin and walk into the sun.”
A blush drench Ruby’s face as she realised the acts the witches in the ceiling frescoes were performing.
Raise halted, lifting Ruby’s chin till their gazes met. “Ah, I see. You were captivated by those.” Her gentle tone force Ruby’s gaze to settle further on her allure while her nguid smile enticed her senses. Ruby could barely wait to reach her private sanctum.
“The witch’s ball.” Raisa provided. “One of the earlier one.”
Ruby’s face burned bright crimson at the actual witches doing those. “They are an artist’s imagination, right?”
“The artist did eborate a bit. Call it creative freedom, but the acts...” Raisa paused. Her gaze measuring Ruby, as though relishing in the colours blooming on her face. “I assure you, they are very real. Very soon you will know.”
“I will?” Ruby sputtered. Her thoughts were interposed with those images; of young witches exploring each other’s bodies. No spot forbidden. Sheer and unrestricted pleasure blooming on each of their faces. Every girl was attended by two or more who, in turn, were served by other girls. Sometimes the older witches facilitated and stimuted the younger ones.
Then Raisa gave her a brilliant smile. It was bright. Sparkling. Almost dangerous. “What am I missing, little witchling?” She tilted her lips. The gestures contained alluring dangers. “Are you already enthralled for your own ball?”
“Perhaps. A bit.” Ruby blushed profusely since she heard her admission loud.
“Since your mother asked for the ceremonial pool, I am presuming you are not yet initiated.” Raisa leaned forward, pnting one kiss against Ruby’s forehead. Her lips presented an infinite softness. Then she settled her finger on Ruby’s trembling wrist. Her voice held comfort. “My sweet witchling, you will soon be invited to the initiation ball. All freshly minted witches undergo it. Call it a debutante ball for young witches.”
Ruby uttered quietly. “You mean all will...”
Raisa completed her sentence. “Touch each others?” She formed her smile beautifully. “And lick each others?” The redness returning enamoured her further. “Oh, they will, little witchling.” Raisa urged her gaze upward through her words. “I assure you, since I participated, and I can attest to it... everyone participated. Worry not little witchling, you will find pleasure. None will hurt you. None will force you.”
Raisa settled her finger against Ruby’s lips. Her digits caressed. They produced warmth. “Shhhh...” Then she leaned forward. “Still looking at you. Not much experienced, still willing. I wonder if you will say no in the witch’s ball.”
That brought them to the top of the stairs. Then Raisa guided Ruby through a wide corridor till they reached ornate double doors.
Before Raisa pushed them open, she halted. “One st reminder. All my servants are well informed. So worry not.”
Then she stepped inside.
Ruby caught her breath. This vast chamber presented imposing features. Intricate statues adorned dispys, each depicting indecent scenes. Even the tiniest intricate carving presented many witches revelling in sheer and unrestrained exploration. They echoed within Ruby’s heart while they increased her desires.
Soft shimmering lights provided warm comfort while each reflective surface radiated pleasure. Glimpses through each dispy pane offered teasing visuals. They tempted her gaze. Their antiquity presented potent powers. Each carried its share history, soaked through their varnished surfaces.
Velvet carpet sunk beneath Ruby’s feet. They held softness. Her eyes feasted on each item proudly presented on pedestals. This dispy contained statuesque beauties, draped within transparent fabric, modest, wearing their sensuality funtingly. Those passionate carvings all possessed sensuous postures. And the presence of Raisa’s ever present palm only stimuted her senses more.
“Anything tickles your fancy?” Raisa looked every bit like the art gallery own she was. “They all carry some history.” Then her voiced dipped low. Surprisingly low to conceal the truth. “And memories.”
“They are all exquisite.” Ruby mused through her thoughts while she fixated upon two witches kissing each other. Each tender hold formed a harmonious union. Even their body nguage spoke passion. “How do you decide which exhibit is worthy?.”
Raisa pinched Ruby’s ass, gently squeezing it through her dress. “Don’t worry. That is why I keep staff. They help me decide. But tonight, I focus on you.”
“When may we...” Ruby halted. Her desires took shape. The images in her mind become more tangible. She gnced downward, absorbing each intricate carving along the dispys where witches gathered. “When can we do those?”
“No, little witchling. Not unless you ask nicely.” Then she nibbled upon Ruby’s ears. “Ask me, tonight, ter.” Her palm crept underneath Ruby’s frock, squeezing her rump while her nails raked along its contours. “Ask me.”
Then Raisa guided Ruby towards a gss cabinet.
“These are my relics. Each imbued through centuries… since ancient days.” She paused. “Ah... I forgot, your mother has deprived you much. Not that I bme Morgane. Untill a few days ago....” The pause that Raisa gave made dread stir inside Ruby. “You were male presenting.”
That notion felt all wrong. Like watching a beautiful painting, with all the brilliant master strokes, and still something about it felt very incongruent. Like a silhouette of a spaceship in a renaissance painting. It didn’t feel right. Not because Raisa said it. But because it was said.
“Let us skip my collection. We can return ter. There is plenty you may learn.” Raisa straightened, her cane tapping leading the way. “Let us focus upon your night, little witchling.” She faced Ruby. “One st question. You may choose. Since you were so enraptured by the witch’s ball, may I marvel you with a few glimpses from previous witch’s ball?”
“Can I ask you about...” Ruby shifted through her words, measuring her curiosity against her fears. “That time, when Mom...”
Raisa grew silent. Her gentle smile gave comfort. “She forced you?”
Ruby nodded.
Raisa exhaled. Her words descended slowly, falling steadily and weighted. “A witch may never force. Your mother may act powerful, may exude potent influence, may command great power. But she can never force. Not unless she descends into vileness.” She rested her palm along Ruby’s waist. The tug was easy to follow.
Ruby remembered them. Each interaction, each meeting, each time Morgane decred.
“Yes.” Then her voice fell. There was truth in Raisa’s words. As was deception in Mom’s seemingly deceptive actions.
“Let me share my wisdom.” Raisa gestured towards the arrayed mirrors at the farthest side, tall ones standing taller than Ruby. “A coven may initiate new members. At the ball, the newly minted witches may share until all find their bliss. That night may pass. The witch’s ball will end. All will return to their families. The fresh coven members would carry pride within their hearts.” Then she looked at Ruby and her reflection caught in the mirror. “Morgane differs, since she never valued coven. It was simply convenient.”
“But Mom got expelled?”
“Expelled is a euphemism. An excuse. A generous term we toss to the outsiders. Your mother did not get expelled. She lost her coven.”
“So... the same?”
“She got her entire coven killed.” Her tone lowered to a value respectable for conspiracy. “Not surprising when I consider her aspect. She is Morrigan, the war queen.”
Ruby cannot formute any words. The echo within her thoughts radiated revulsion. Yet she cannot believe them since she remembered Morgane’s veneer of motherly affection on rare occasions. Then on other moments, she recalled memories where Morgane presented annoying qualities. But she can always acknowledge that Mom possessed morals that are suitable and fitting only under ambivalent circumstances.
Still, her denials however grew weaker while Raisa continued with her further observations. “Come witchling. I have filled your pretty head with enough ideas. Let me show you something from the previous witch’s ball.”
What appeared to be polished mirrors mounted on the wall turned out to be a door. Raisa pushed them open. Inside, Ruby witnessed an enchanting love bed suspended. The paintings around them each conveyed scenes, whether indoor scenes featuring young witches kissing each other, reclining zily upon satin sheets, making love; Or outdoor scenes involving young witches naked among themselves, engaging in intimate acts beneath a silvery moon.
Even though Ruby watched enraptured, she can sense Raisa’s gaze upon her. It made her cheeks flushed. She became warm. A part of Ruby wished Raisa would touch her, running her digits along Ruby’s heated skin. The temptations hovered between them. That proved invigorating while her nether lips throbbed.
“Here, try it.” Raisa let Ruby towards a wall mounted cabinet. Pulling it open, she took an old video tape of two decades old. “I do have a penchant for vintage style.” Raisa added before moving to a mounted projector on the other end.
Her hands worked deftly as she pced the tape. “This one might be entertaining for you.” Then, she flicked a switch, and cpped the room to dimness.
The wide screen before Ruby brightened, showing young witches exploring each others naked form in a fancy ga like setting which Ruby presumed was the actual witch’s ball.
Then she flinched when Raisa pulled her close. Their bodies melded, fitting easily while her arms encircled Ruby. “Just enjoy yourself.” Raisa nibbled along Ruby’s ears while her warm breath teased her skin.
On screen, each fresh-faced witch pressed her lips upon her fellow witch’s nether lips. They returned to their kissing acts through gyrating tongues. Ruby caught their frantic motions. Their ardent passion heated Ruby’s cheeks. Their sinful touches deepened further since each girl found easier ways to using their fingers. Each young witch slid digits along wet cunts, guiding them till they probed deep. Their slithering motions continued, sinking through wet nether lips, eliciting desire further.
“Get comfortable.” Raisa unfastened Ruby’s frock, exposing her cy lingerie. She drew Ruby closer to the suspended bed while uncsping her brasserie. “Touch yourself.” Her breath in Ruby’s ears undid all inhibitions. “Worry not. Since I am with you.”
Ruby settled her fingers against her nipples. They responded easily. Raisa gave her encouragement. Her touches, though gentle, still offered promises.
Then, the screen showed two young witches exploring each others naked forms. Each dispyed glossy hair framing youthful features. Those young witches spread their legs, raising them high, dispying their sinful delights. The passion unfurled further when one dipped her fingers along pink petals. The wetness glistened through their fair skin, taunting. It beckoned. Then, both found pleasure through tender kisses.
Ruby inhaled sharply when she felt Raisa’s hands drawing down, running along her rump. She shifted her weight upon forcing Ruby to support on one foot. The frock pooling around Ruby’s feet was kicked aside.
“May I touch you?” Raisa inquired while Ruby kept her gaze fixed upon the two young witches pleasuring each other.
Then, one witch lurched forward, urged by her demanding needs of her lover’s tongue. The sight of a young Or made Ruby hitch her breath. The ptinum blonde hair was unmistakable. Even held by innocent twin braids did very little to cover the sacious demand of a young Orith. The Or on the video, a very younger version, was incredibly pretty and heart-achingly adorable. She even had freckles dusting along her adorable button nose. Ruby could not avert her eyes.
Raisa pulled Ruby’s waist, edging her to set on the suspended bed. Her fingers squeezed through Ruby’s ass cheeks. Their gentle kneading soothed Ruby to let go of any inhibitions. Not that Ruby needed the encouragement. The act of Or on the screen did that for her.
Or gripped her lover’s dark hair locks, tugging them tight, while urging her lover’s tongue deeper within her pink lips.
Then Raisa pced her fingers along Ruby’s tangled curls. She slipped along them till she reached her hips. Raisa hooked her cane beneath the estic line of Ruby’s thong. “Aren’t you lovely?”
Ruby’s cheeks radiated heat when she recognised Or pleading with her raven haired lover to vish her attention upon Or’s glistening folds. Sheer delight graced her features. Infectious joy brimmed through each passing second. The dark-haired girl with a raven feathered headdress trailed kisses along Or’s thighs, all while her fingers thrusts through Or’s sodden wet cunt.
Without any preamble, Or’s lover turned to the screen. Her lips, and the smile she bore, transfixed Ruby since they somehow she caught her direct gaze. It was her smile that became Ruby’s world. So very innocent. And wholesome. Radiant. That smile radiated the warmth that Ruby somehow coveted. She wanted to be cradled by those sentiments. Its presence erased any lingering doubt. That innocent smile belonged only to a pure witch. Or’s raven haired lover wore it well. Not proudly or with calcuted measure like Mom would, but she wore as though the smile belonged to her. Even with Or’s sinful secretion coating, the curves on her lips captivated Ruby with such purity that it possessed sheer immacuteness.
Ruby became desperate. She yearned. Her mouth formed soundless words. Something about this mysterious lover of Or and her smile made her whole world brighten.
Then, in a move both powerful and teasing, Raisa pulled with her cane, tearing Ruby’s thongs. The action ruptured her reverie.
With Ruby seated upon the suspended bed, Raisa pressed to lie on her back. When Raisa crawled beside, Ruby’s attention was still hooked on the scene before. The raven haired witch continued her deed, and Or writhing under her ministration. Then, Ruby’s eyes flicked to the wall, to the mounted mirror in the low light, and her own reflections captured within them.
Her apprehensions surged. Lying down, her bare chest exposed and hands both arrested by Raisa, she felt very aware of her body. Not in a good way. When she twisted, her chest was ft. Almost no sign of womanhood. She didn’t look like those pornstars, with jiggling breasts atop. In fact, the vision made her discomfort surge. Granted, she was not well endowed, but she ever expected her breasts to abandon her.
Not when she finally got dolled up.
Not when Raisa was so close.
Not when she finally had them.
“Little witchling, what is wrong?” Raisa cradled Ruby in her arms. Her voice coaxed through.
Ruby buried her feelings deeper. “It’s nothing.”
Raisa seemed unpersuaded. Her lips graced upon Ruby’s ears. She ran her fingers along Ruby’s thighs. “Something about your body bothering you?” She trailed her fingers through Ruby’s luscious locks, spreading her touch till Ruby felt safe.
“My breasts are gone.” The words tumbled through her tongue. “It feels weird. I don’t feel feminine.” A lone tear drop broke through her resistance and tumbled. “I don’t feel desirable at all.”
Raisa kissed her forehead. “There, there, little witchling. Don’t weep. It is fairly normal for your age and body type.” Then she raised Ruby’s chin, making sure their gazes met. “You have a willowy body type, a nky build, that’s all.”
Ruby snuggled closer. “I don’t know.” Her uneasiness ran deeper.
“If that is what you are worried, let me prove that you are still very responsive there.” Raisa gathered one twitching nipple of Ruby. Then her lips settled. It was powerful. Slow. Each squeeze delivered. All done to enhance Ruby’s heightened sensation. Her tongue encircled. Raisa continued coaxing until Ruby moaned. “Continue watching the video.” Then Raisa returned to her ardent task of sucking her nipples.
On the screen, Or now continued peppering sweet attention on her lover’s breasts. The raven-haired witch’s nipples were generously caressed by a very hot pink tongue. So affectionate. Through hooded lids, Ruby saw them gazing upon each other. Such soulful expressions they conveyed.
Ruby succumbed fully. Raisa’s touches elicited heat within her core. Raisa trailed her kisses, flowing them along her chest, descending till her tongue encircled. Then, she plucked one pink bud between her lips, all while continuing her vigorous attentions.
Or’s lover settled Or upon rich purple lounge, arcing her naked form till her glistening folds hovered. Those soft petals bore moisture through their slits.
Raisa lowered down. Further down to Ruby’s aching cunt.
Within split seconds, Ruby’s universe transformed. She existed between multiple opposites. In one instant, she wanted Or. To be her raven haired lover. To bury her face between her offered bia. In another, she became lost within the serene perfection where Or’s lover carried herself through kindness.
Could she even achieve that?
Those thoughts were quickly snatched by her other need to give herself to Raisa.
She could only wish that her legs were all lithe as the Or’s young lover. That her pert bottom wiggled in the same way. The glistening and gaping puckered hole on the screen, she wished she possessed those. The way the raven haired witch raised her butt in the air, presenting her twitching hole, undid everything in Ruby. Or the way her cunt gaped, presenting her marmoreal passage to the screen.
Would she even match them?
Ruby wanted to be that raven hair girl, in more than one way.
Then Ruby squeezed her folds, mashing them, letting her pink bud grow harder, betraying her deeper needs. Her clit trembled. She gasped when it flexed beneath Raisa’s tongue.
Ruby watched the girl tongue fuck Or through hooded lids. Ruby’s arousal flowed. All desires heightened since her nerves seemed lost. And all sensations concentrated along her wet nether lips and the cunt of the dark-haired witch. When the witch inserted a finger into her own throbbing cunt, when her tongue continued penetrating Or, the moment felt sublime and forever etched. And it coincided with Raisa reaching the proper rhythm to undo Ruby.
The combination unravelled Ruby in more than one way. Each surge tugged her core, running through each nerve, plucking each end. It made her writhe. Made her soaked, drenching in Raisa’s touch. Each thrust nudged deeper within Ruby. Then Raisa urged further, turning Ruby until she id ft on her stomach. Her thighs spread apart while she sunk deeper through the rising sensations.
Or’s ardent sighs echoed through her ears while her body continued shuddering.
Raisa kneaded through Ruby’s buttocks. “How are you feeling?” Her fingers found the entrance within Ruby’s trembling folds. They plied them open, stoking desires further.
A floodgate opened.
That sent her jolting, undone through shudders, consuming all through spasms. Then she surrendered herself. Moans escaped while Ruby submitted through the surging intensity. It enveloped through its heightened release.
And they coincided with Or and her lover’s own climaxes.
When it faded, only tickles remained. Pleasant ones.
Ruby soon discovered her hands wrapped through Raisa’s arm, clinging tight. She found soce within Raisa’s soft hold. It made her safe. Secure. Content. Even her legs sought comfort, entwining them along Raisa’s.
Raisa sighed. Her voice breathed happiness. “It seems you loved watching your mother make out.”
“That is not Mom.” Ruby denied, stronger and harder.
Even with her raven feathered head-dress tossed aside, her face carried an impeccable sweetness that Ruby found impossible for any mortal to possess. Her eyes were wide and kind. Sublimely gentle, actually. Even in the post glow of their orgasms, her smile bore all innocence. That alone decimated all Ruby’s thoughts, leaving her smitten. She noted it through all its sweet blemishes.
That girl, who attended to Or passionately, shared nothing with Morgane. Even though, she possessed unblemished complexion, she also emitted serene grace while carrying heavenly attributes. A pang resounded through Ruby. She craved. Something about her appearance drove Ruby aching. It was sheer jealousy but also not in any degenerate way.
The denial would have remained forever with Ruby, if it weren’t for the moment when Or whispered something mischievous in her lover’s ears. For a brief, and fleetingly narrow instant that one might miss if they blinked, a scowl formed on the raven haired witch’s face.
That scowl was all Morgane Spenard. The way her lips pressed, their corners tightened in a right measure; that was typical of Morgane Spenard.
Those were the expression Ruby associated with Mom. Those were the expression she had been given by Mom. That summed up everything about Mom.
Not the dazzling smile. Or the sheer and untainted innocence. Or the very giving heart that went with the gentle nature.
“But... she looked so different?” Ruby found herself uttering despite her own self-control.
“My little witchling, the person you see in their teen is never the same person you meet in their forties.”
Raisa propped her elbow to gaze upon Ruby’s naked bottom. Her digits found their ways to Ruby’s tresses. “Each have their path, their trials. It may come harsh. It may come cruel. It may also come rewarding.” Her palm rested along Ruby’s cheek. “And Morgane faced them all. She made a choice.”
Ruby furrowed her brows. “I can’t believe Mom once had this side to her. How?”
Raisa cut through Ruby’s sentence. “Because your father happened. She broke poor Orith’s heart when she settled in Marcel’s arms. Then, you came. She changed permanently. You drained her magic and left her defenceless. That is one version we all believe.”
Ruby was engrossed. She noted Raisa’s keenness. “You are suggesting otherwise?”
Raisa gave her dazzling smile. “There are many. Morgane may seem untouchable, all powerful, personified representation of undeniability. Yet, you don’t know her at all.” Her tone deepened. “You may never understand her choices.”
Ruby focussed upon their discussion. “I may never.” Then she cast her gaze on Raisa. “Or I may.” A steely resolve entered her voice. “Earlier you asked me about Mom’s action and motivation in forcing me through the favour owned.”
Raisa watched her closely. The twinkle within her cerulean blue irises sparkled. “Then, entertain me little witchling.”
“Here is my answer. I believe Mom forced me to spend the night with you because she wanted me to be relieved of the favour owned. She wanted me to be free. She knew well you would not viote my consent. So that was her way of giving me back my freedom.”
Raisa became silent. Her arms however retained their hold. Twisting Ruby to a side, she let Ruby’s naked butt burrow into her sides.
Being spooned by Raisa felt divine. Ruby wiggled closer. Her body was a perfect fit for Raisa to encompass.
Raisa studied Ruby’s features, ensuring their gazes met. “Will you need my help?”
Ruby adjusted as she id her body along Raisa’s frame, fitting to her curves. “Please stay beside me tonight.” She permitted herself to feel secure. Raisa enveloped her with her arms, letting Ruby rest on them.
“Sleep tight sweet witchling.” A gentle peck, too small to be sexual yet all tender to only be genuine affection fell on Ruby’s nape. “You have amused me enough for the night.”
AnnouncementAs always I am looking for fresh kinks to explore in my writings. This is me, as the author, giving readers the ability to control the flow of the story. Want Mom and Ruby to have a girls day out, getting this nails done and grooming each other, well it is your choiceOr if you prefer Mom to hurt Ruby more and make her a total sub. Remember readers, you can nudge the interaction through suggesting scenes.
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