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

After the 'meal', Maria tasted Mel again and again as she ordered a parfait and cake for them both.

Each time, their red lips would mingle, as Mel's skins were smeared with more of Maria's saliva mixed with cream.

And by the time Maria's 'tasting' ended, they exited hand-in-hand with flushed Mel and a disguised Maria.

Yet Mel's hand clung tight to her uniform's chest; pure white blouse and skirt undrenched, yet the red marks at her thighs suggested otherwise.

Her thighs fidgeted together, against the invisible hands at her butt.

"Now," Maria whispered as she led the way. "Shall we continue our date?"

Was-was it a date anymore?

Mel hiccuped as she dragged her feet; her head light as her butt was clenched firm by the invisible hands.

Her teary eyes flickered at Maria; arousal blurring her vision.

The snow continued to trickle down their shoulders, as Mel shuddered at the implication behind the falling.

She was lucky; the snows were, respectfully, not chilly; the absence of Lila cushioning her heavy heartbeat.

And as she panted, they arrived at a clothing store.

"I always confused the Nobles' streets with the North nowadays." Maria chuckled, pointing at the snow-tinted sign labelled 'A Nightly Silk'.

Mel could only nod heavily, to which Maria's gaze curved-

"Ah!"

And that hand lent a straight finger across her entrance; her cum dripping down onto the floor.

"So lewd." Maria let out a hushed breath, her finger dancing excitedly at Mel's hand. "I look even more forward to tonight."

Mel was then led inside; her wobbly steps stabilizing onto the wool, polished carpet at the hardwood floor.

Each time she arched slightly, the 'finger' beneath was unmoving, yet the friction as she moved barely scorched her wet entrance.

"Welcome, customers!" A stylist in a suit sent a polite smile, her glittering eyes darting between the two beautiful girls.

"Want to purchase some expensive dresses? The Snows had just arrived, and we had a new, warm batch last week after the Saintess negotiated a new trade route!"

"Mm..." Aria tapped her cheek, eying the struggling Mel.

She then searched around before smiling. "That white wool dress would do. Please excuse us."

Tugging Mel along, Maria then plopped the dress on Mel's chest.

"Hic..."

Mel blinked back the tears; not yet. Not yet.

"Switch clothes at the changing stall." Maria chuckled. "I may have rewound the <Time> at your clothes, but due to my limitations for the <Seven Virtues>, it'll only last until the pieces are torn and scattered again."

Mel shuddered; her being buck naked again? Out on the street?

"No no no..." Mel shook her head; the entrance clenched tight at the friction again. "This... is too exciting..."

"Not enough. Now switch clothes by yourself."

Maria's lips smirked; her 'invisible hands' would roam around Mel's skin, as her love slowly chipped away at her mind.

"No-no..."

"Oh? Now disobeying your Mistress's order?" Maria smirked. "Naughty Mel."

"But..." Mel frowned. "You would touch me till I'm crazy regardless, right?"

Mel then grasped Maria's hand before falling into Maria's body.

As their chests collided, Maria's hand was squished in the middle, with a breath caught in her throat.

Mel's heart remained beating, yet too steadily for someone supposed to be broken.

"Then please touch me yourself inside..." Mel begged. "Mistress..."

Mistress. That call again.

Maria gritted her teeth before she grabbed the dress and yanked Mel into the fitting room.

Throwing her, the elf then batted a glare at the distraught stylist-

Before she threw a gold coin at her, the stylist caught it before swinging her blushing gaze aside.

Maria then rushed in, greeting the now trembling Mel at the mirror wall; her hand sinking into her school skirt as tears rolled down her reddened cheeks.

Beautiful. Appetising. Depraved. A wide smile curled up at Maria's face, yet her pace remained slow.

"Hold up your skirt."

Mel pursed her lips before tugging her cover up.

The white panties were soaking wet; the cums was dripping onto the floor as the sound of droplets ticked in the silence.

Licking her lips, Maria ignored it and scooped up the hands, unbuttoning her blouse instead.

One. Two. Three buttons unlocked as Mel bit her panting mouth; the pitiful submission was too shameful to her.

And with the final button unlocked, she pulled it away to reveal a bra again.

"You like it, my Mel?"

Her nail travelled around Mel before popping her bra open.

As the straps dangled, Maria's thigh pressed slightly underneath, and Mel released her mouth and moaned.

"I... I like it, Mistress..."

"Good." Maria pulled back as she tossed away the bra, her eyes violating all over Mel's frame.

"I'm a little surprised you held it in for so long," Maria smirked as her nail twirled circles at Mel's nipples, eliciting more moans.

"It's for tonight..." Mel's legs buckled, her nails biting into the fabric of her skirt. "I want my Maria to... enjoy me at my best..."

"Mel..." Maria took a deep breath. "Making yourself so irresistible would only invite troubles."

"Are you one of them, Maria?"

Mel's eyes softened, her lips curling up with warmth.

"You love me too much. But I love you just as much, too, Maria..." Mel breathed out. "So I don't mind it if my body was toyed with... if it's you...ah!"

Maria, in a rush, lifted Mel's panties.

The fabric slipped along Mel's entrance, paired with the 'finger' that sank deeper to the edge, yet never enough.

"Mistress... Mistress..."

"My Mel..."

Maria locked gazes with Mel, seething with her grinning teeth.

"I would ensure you remember my touch, even as others violated you."

Then, as Maria tugged the fabric up and down, Mel panted as her waist curved along its movement.

With Mel's tongue darting out, Maria's finger trapped it; the saliva dripped from the fingers cleanly.

"Ah... ah.... I can't, Mistress..."

The pacing only drew faster, as Maria's nail grazed along the tongue; her head leaning in to peck a small, gentle kiss at Mel's cheek.

The kind gesture exploded something inside Mel, alongside her release as Mel gripped tight onto Maria's shoulder.

Tick. Tick. The familiar dripping sound again. Mel nuzzled into Maria's shoulders, smearing tears of sorrow upon her forceful mistress.

"Good?"

"...mm..."

Confirming that Mel was fine, Maria softly spun her around and grasped her from behind.

"Look at yourself."

Mel only yelped, still gripping onto the skirt; the wetness that gleamed on her red-marked legs and lips glistened, as Maria stared as if wanting to violate even Mel's reflection.

"So pretty." Maria kissed a pink hair, cupping Mel's breast idly.

"You are truly the embodiment of Lust. Built for pleasures, and mine happiness alone."

The mockery, dressed as an acknowledgement, only stroked Mel's lust further as she squirmed in Maria's embrace.

"Mistress..." Mel looked at Maria with begging eyes.

"Not yet." Gripping hard on Mel's chest to silence her, Maria then tugged the soaked panties.

"I shall reveal your true, most vile self."

She then slid down the panty slightly; a wet strand lingered.

"Ah..." Maria whispered into Mel's ear. "What do you have to say for your mistress?"

Mel, in that instance, cried again.

Yet this time her cheeks heated up with only a fluttering happiness.

"I.... I love you, Mistress..."

"Hehe..." Maria then licked at Mel's earlobe, tickling Mel's nipples. "And what would you do to prove it?"

"Hic... I-I will give all of me for you today, Maria..."

"Just thinking of me?"

And finally, Maria unbuckled even Mel's skirt.

"Yes..." Mel heavily nodded, forcing herself to gaze into the dangerous, golden eyes that would swallow her whole.

"You and only you. Mistress..."

Maria, for Mel's unexpected, almost-too-easy submission, paused.

Then, she choked out with a downcast gaze. "You better be. I won't allow your mind to linger for a second."

And she roughly kissed Mel's lips, granting Mel's wish from earlier.

Mel could only feel more for Maria's safe, comforting touch as every inch of her mouth was explored.

Whether the grope of her breast or the friction that stubbornly persisted at her entrance, it's all Maria's.

It was like she belonged here all along.

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Moments after Maria cleaned up, Mel's flushed face greeted off the smirking waitress, as she was led away again.

No more 'frictions'. No more uniforms or curious passerby, either, as they explored in the night; the white cotton dress on her made her look like a kidnapped maiden for a big bad wolf.

Entering the academy gate, they dragged their anticipating steps to the familiar church.

The one they met for the first time, the cobweb was still visible outside.

Yet strangely, opening the wooden door only revealed a smooth, polished interior, though bits and cracks still hid away in the corners.

Without another word, Maria dragged her to the middle bench, before shoving her onto the cold wood and kissing her.

The tongue danced outside and inside; the familiar heat between them melting in the midst of wet, slobbing voices.

As Maria pulled away, she conjured up a carpet of glittering, white particles of pure light underneath Mel.

Mel huddled as Maria sat up; her silhouette blanketed her from above while the warm magic protected her from beneath.

Sandwiched like an offering; no paths to escape except to invite either enticement or danger.

And so, Maria only admired Mel's submission as the latter closed her eyes for the inevitable.

Before she dispelled her disguise, she started unbuttoning her uniform.