Tabitha was a witch beyond compare. Her dark witch phone sex power flowed through her veins like molten lava, crackling with sinister potential. At a mere 205 years old, she was more powerful than most witches achieve in a lifetime.
It was a moonless night as Tabitha sauntered through the shadowy woods, her cloak billowing behind her. The silver moonlight gleamed off her raven hair. She walked with a sensual sway of her hips, unafraid of the darkness. For Tabitha WAS the darkness.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows – a handsome warlock named Damien. His eyes gleamed with lecherous hunger as they roved over Tabitha’s voluptuous figure barely contained by her low cut top. “Well well, if it isn’t the little witch,” he purred, voice dripping with innuendo. “What mischief are you up to tonight?”
Tabitha smirked, eyes flashing with barely suppressed power. “None of your concern, Damien,” she retorted coolly. “Now run along before I turn you into a toad.”
Damien held up his hands with a laugh. “Alright, alright, no need for that. I’ll leave you to your dark arts…for now.” He smirked suggestively. “Until next time, my wicked witch.”
Tabitha watched him disappear back into the undergrowth with a frown. Stupid Damien, always sniffing around her skirts like a dog in heat. As if she’d ever lower herself. He was far too weak a man to ever satisfy her…in magic or in the carnal arts.
With a sigh, Tabitha continued on her way, until she reached a small clearing and in its center – her personal altar. Black candles flickered on a stone slab, casting eerie shadows. Tabitha began to chant in a guttural tongue, feeling dark energy rise up through her body like a tidal wave.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open with a gasp as a surge of raw sexual power flooded through her. It was delicious and debilitating, like being smothered in honey. Tabitha let out a wanton moan, grinding her hips against the cold stone of the altar. Her head lolled back as she rode out the sensations.
But then the orgasmic waves began to batter her with brutal intensity and frequency, until she was writhing and thrashing on the altar like a woman possessed. Tabitha writhed in agony and ecstasy, overwhelmed by the dark magic singing through her veins, until finally – blissfully – she blacked out.
Tabitha awoke naked and sated, sprawled across the altar. She sat up slowly, looking down at her long pale legs and the dried evidence of her sexual frenzy glistening on her thighs. With a smirk, she slowly licked her fingers clean, tasting her own essence.
If only the pathetic warlocks of this coven knew the true depths of her dark power and sexual sorcery. One day she would show them – wreck their puny minds and bodies with her insatiable lusts. And their leader Damien would be hers to break first and completely.
Tabitha picked up her discarded clothes and began to dress. But as she reached for her cloak, a strong gust of wind suddenly whipped the garment out of her hands and away into the night. Tabitha cursed as she saw where it was being blown – straight towards Damien’s cottage at the edge of the woods!
She chased after it, darting between the trees, until she reached his doorstep. Tabitha groaned as she heard Damien’s voice call out, “Well, well, what have we here? A naughty witch out for a midnight stroll?”
Tabitha straightened up and glared at him, trying to ignore her body’s shameful response to his presence. “I require my cloak back, if you wouldn’t mind,” she said icily.
Damien held it up with a smirk, just out of reach. “Now why would I do that? Ah, but perhaps I could be persuaded…” He stepped towards her, eyes dark with intent.
Tabitha retreated until her back hit the wall of his cottage. “And what would you want in exchange, warlock?” she asked, voice honeyed with false sweetness.
Damien pressed himself against her, the evidence of his arousal nudging her stomach. “Why, only a taste of what I’ve been denied for so long,” he growled, hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips.
“Damien, we shouldn’t-“
He cut off her protest with a brutal kiss, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Tabitha gasped as shameful heat flooded her core. She hated how much she craved his touch!
Damien’s hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading as he ground his hard length against her. “You feel what you do to me, witch?” he rasped in her ear. “I’ve craved you for so long…”
Tabitha wanted to resist, to remain cold as ice. But her body betrayed her, arching into his kiss, hands fisting in his hair. With a growl, Damien tore her flimsy top away, exposing her full breasts. He latched onto a dusky nipple, sucking roughly as Tabitha keened and writhed.
“Ohhh gods, Damien!” she cried out, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Yes, touch me, make me come!”
Damien shredded her remaining clothes and pushed her down onto the forest floor, settling his weight between her thighs. Tabitha wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer until the thick head of his shaft nudged her sopping entrance.
“Fuck me, warlock,” she panted, nails raking down his back. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Damien made a sound between a groan and a laugh. “As my lady commands.” And with one brutal thrust, he hilted himself fully inside her tight sheath.
Tabitha screamed in pleasure, back bowing at the delicious stretch of his thick length filling her so perfectly. Damien set a punishing pace, pounding into her willing body with animalistic grunts. Tabitha met him thrust for thrust, her hips surging up to take him deeper.
The taboos of their joining only heightened her pleasure. Never should a witch stoop to rut with a lowly warlock! But gods, he felt so good, so right. Still, she would never admit that.
“Damien!” Tabitha wailed as her climax crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, milking him for all he was worth.
With a roar, Damien followed her over the edge, spilling his hot seed deep inside her fluttering channel. They collapsed together on the forest floor, sweat slicked bodies heaving as they caught their breath.
“That was…intense,” Tabitha finally managed, voice hoarse from screaming. She extricated herself from beneath him and rose on shaky legs.
Damien reached out to stroke her thigh. “Stay with me tonight, my dark witch,” he murmured seductively. “Let me worship this body all night long…”
Tabitha shivered with forbidden witch phone sex desire, but forced herself to step away. She couldn’t let him see how much he affected her. With a toss of her hair, she gathered the tatters of her clothing and sauntered off into the woods.
Damien watched her go, a slow grin spreading across his face. Yes, he would have her beneath him again many, many times. And next time, she wouldn’t be leaving…
