Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)

Their lips bit on each other with ferventness; wolves sharing a honey that existed nowhere but each other's tongue.

Maria's tongue dug in, squeezing out the last, lingering moan from her Mel, before pulling back.

Eying Mel's uniform and skirt with a frown, her impatient hand stuttered in the air-

Before tearing away the entire fabric instantly, even the bra and panty.

"Hic!"

Startled, Mel covered her cleavage and drenched bottom; the torn pierces floating indifferently at the two panting couples.

So did everyone else in the restaurant; yet Mel jolted at the slight nudge of the others' heads, her thighs gripping against the heat in her pelvis.

"Perverted Mel."

Maria, in her proper uniform without a wrinkle, pushed her hip forward as she straddled Mel.

"Ah...ah..."

Mel's thigh arced as it met the heat beneath Maria; their depravity belonged to them and only them.

"You've no idea how much I like this imperfection of yours."

Maria's fingers danced threateningly on Mel's tummy. "To the point, I want to make you into my breeding tool for eternity perfectly."

"Ma...Maria..."

"But that was not your only happiness. I'm not your only happiness."

Maria sighed; as her hand then clung to the bowl of the ice cream-

And flailed the melted pieces all over Mel.

The coldness pierced through Mel's skin as she trembled; her hair, arms, breasts, and thighs all drenched by an uncomfortable sickness.

Even worse was Maria's glare; Mel felt like she was merely an object of desire for Maria.

Yet Maria's hand smeared the scream, and Mel's waist arched against the loving gentleness.

Violate me more. Love me more.

Mel almost muttered before Maria's tongue neared her shoulder.

She first licked off the cream at the collarbone, then trailed down her arm.

Whimpers left Mel's lips as she wiggled a little; Maria's tongue finished at her hand before leaving for another.

The tickly sensation was a grander torture than their "audience's" presence; her pelvis clamping into itself tightly.

Then, as Maria's teeth reached for Mel's nipple, Mel gasped as the hot breaths closed in.

"Ah!"

A few splashes came from her pussy as the teeth rubbed the tip, and Maria's hand hooked onto the breast.

Drawing away, Maria's eyes curved. "Did you like it, Mel?"

Idly stroking Mel's breast, Maria continued. "You couldn't help but be taken advantage of, right? As usual, you're a kind little dummy."

"Mmm... hic...ah..."

Mel could only answer with a hug of Maria's hand; her eyes were a silent begging with her heaving chest.

"Of course." Maria approached Mel's breasts again, this time with both her hands sinking into the soft flesh.

"I'll ruin you here before our night in the church, Mel."

And Maria kissed, bit, and nipped every spot of Mel's breast; the mint taste exploding in her mouth, coupling with the soft skin like a pudding.

The turbulent, gentle swipes of Maria's tongue, mixed with rough bites from Maria, completely melted Mel's mind.

The screams of pleasure didn't slip, but were forced out of her, as her mind began to crumple completely.

When Maria pulled back again, the ice cream nearly vaporised into water on her skin, as her arms and legs sprawled from tiredness.

Her waist continued to bend, hoping her empty tummy could respond.

She wanted to cum. She wanted a baby from Maria.

She didn't want this happiness to end.

"Maria... Maria..."

By the time Mel realised it, her hand reached out for Maria's hair, fingers sliding up before pulling her head back.

"Please do me more... please..."

With a soft smile, Maria finished the rest as her tongue descended, licking up every residue she found.

Skipping the spots around Mel's pussy, Maria planted small nibbles and cherry-like marks on her thighs, flagging her own territory where everyone could see beneath Mel's skirt.

She pulled up again, staring at the now transparent cream near Mel's bottom.

It was not enough, even as Maria covered Mel's everywhere with her saliva, thoroughly cleansing Mel with her own defilement.

It was never enough.

So, her nail scooped up the cream before sliding it up to mix it around Mel's entrance.

"Ah.... no..."

As Maria's finger lazily dawdled, unfolding and closing her entrance, her cums leaked again to drip onto the already damp red sofa.

Like a bow string tugged yet awkwardly retracted, the release of the force is impending, just out of reach.

"I promised, didn't I?" Maria tilted her head before continuing the teasing.

And then, her other arm sprang and cupped Mel's breast again.

"Say it coherently, Mel," Maria ordered. "'I'm to be Maria's loyal toy for a day, never defying any of my mistress's orders.'"

Saliva puddled as Mel's lips parted hurriedly; her inside now betraying even her.

"I'm... ah... I'm to be Maria's loyal toy for a day, never.... never defying any of my Mistress's orders..."

As Maria finally left her entrance alone, she then lent her wet finger to Mel's lips.

"Submit, Mel."

And Mel did, her neck arcing up desperately as she licked her Mistress's finger off.

Her body was sobbing wet, but just as her Mistress's after she did every corner.

It tasted of mint, mingling with her arousal.

And as if the latter awakened something within her, Mel pulled back with her lips frowning.

Her heart failed to bury the slight worry in her lungs, as tears rolled down her face.

"Mel-Mel?"

Feeling she had gone too far, Maria immediately hugged the crying Mel.

"Wha-what's wrong?"

Maria patted Mel's hair; the slight tremor of her shoulders was too much for her to bear.

If not for the subsequent request by Mel.

"Mistress..."

A storm. A wild storm. Stirred in Maria with that word alone.

"Does... does that mean I can't request a kiss?"

Things clicked together as Maria's brows raised in confusion.

Then she observed Mel's face more closely; the lips still curled down, yet her eyes remained a smiling calm.

Maria's ears reddened; Mel didn't break enough to discard what she loved the most.

"Of course..."

Maria, however, only smirked.

"A little later."

She had something way better in mind.