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

The moonlight draped over the two girls-in-heat in the church.

Mel clenched her quivering eyes tight; the back too cold against the hardwood before she heard a subtle plop.

Her cheeks further flushed before she took a glance.

Maria's eyes curved; the moonlight draping over her bare skin with a refreshing, cool breeze from the broken window.

"Mari...a?"

Mel stammered, her hand lingering slightly as it slowly raised.

Cupping Maria's right breast, the bouncy skin sent electric-like jolts at her fingertip, yet the quickening heartbeat only led to a serenity to cross Mel's eyes.

She need not realise or even meet Maria's heated eyes.

It was she alone who made Maria like this.

"Hic!"

And as Maria leaned again to kiss roughly, she collided their chests together; Mel's moans were drowned out in between.

Clothed and naked nipples then rubbed against each other; the steady rhythm from Maria spoke of a certain grace and skill from Maria.

Maria smirked; the thin cloth added an extra spice, a good result when she ordered her toy to discard the bra and panties.

Mel could only reciprocate by arching her waist repeatedly, reduced to an animal seeking Maria's kindness.

As Maria pulled away, she wondered at the taste of mint and chocolate lingering before her soft gaze locked onto Mel's crying eyes.

With a nail slowly travelling Mel's tummy, Mel struggled not to squirm violently against the itchiness before-

"Ah..."

The nail drew a long, drawn-out circle. At her clit, each tugging away at her thin string of sanity.

"So cute..." Maria licked her lips, pulling away to admire Mel's pure white dress.

"The one toy that will never break within my grasp. And the one toy that will forever bring only me joy."

As she stuck their bodies together again, Maria continued torturing Mel's clit while embracing her thigh.

Warm. Comforting. Dehumanising. Like a Doll sculpted for Maria and Maria alone.

Mel's storm of thoughts swirled around this realisation, not anchoring but only further pushing her feet towards the inevitable mind-break.

Her legs buckled against Maria's touch, whimpering out.

"Mistess.... Mistress..."

No need for more words, as Maria nibbled approvingly at her shoulder.

"Ah!"

With two fingers, then, slipping inside her entrance.

Mel's waist buckled occasionally as they pumped in and out; the prolonged yet sometimes fastening fingers stirred the flames inside her at just the right heat.

Maria pecked a kiss, drew back with a teasing glint.

Within her hazy mind, Mel could only obey by parting her lips for the invitation before Maria's tongue dug and explored inside.

"Heh... heh heh..."

Maria's brows rose, her tongue burrowing further to muffle the chuckles.

Whenever Mel laughed? It only meant Maria had broken Mel sufficiently.

So Maria, too, gave up her restraint as her firm palm slithered into Mel's hair, nudging her further for her tongue's ease.

Small climaxes sprang at Maria's skilled fingers, as Maria closed her eyes to taste Mel idly.

Feeling Mel's entrance finally tighten enough, the hand at her hair lowered-

And lifted Mel by her waist.

As Maria's breasts cushioned against Mel's back, they sat up to face the goddess statue, with Mel's entrance still being violated.

"Look. Isn't this statue beautiful?"

A breath hitched in Mel's throat to force out her clarity, before she met the Goddess's gaze that towered over her.

Blurred and unmenacing, the authority didn't match even Maria's hot breath at her neck.

"Yes... Mistress..."

Mel only arched her waist more; don't slow down, the gesture implied.

"Mm." Maria stroked Mel's breast, pushing down her naughtiness with skillful ministration from above and below.

Tears dripped on Maria's hand, which groped Mel's breast into a different shape of her liking. Her finger gently chirped and remolded Mel's side for Maria's desired proper expression.

"It's you who made me like this." Maria licked Mel's earlobe, mumbling in between nibbles and bites. "Take responsibility and confess."

"Ye-yes..." Mel nodded hard. "I'm a bad girl that could only find fulfillment in pleasures..."

And perhaps the slight tickle at her ear was too much, she faced upward the statue in a desperate plea.

"So please reveal who I am... someone that couldn't be freed without my Mistress's love..."

Maria slightly paused before seething her teeth.

Not a lie or a truth, as Mel's sincerity came across underneath the Statue's daunting glare.

Her figures now perfectly synced with Maria's stroking hands; an offering perfectly defiled in the sacred church.

"I see..."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Mel let out a loud yelp; her breast was brutally clenched, as her pussy was pumped hard again and again.

Yelps and cries for Maria's name ceased as Maria clashed her lips into hers again; the breast and nipple acting as loose anchors as Maria clenched tight onto her figure.

"No... mmm... too good..."

More climaxes sprang forth under Maria's fast ministration; Mel's desperate cries died down as her teary eyes eventually cleared.

Maria's flushed, yet tender features remained; a grace tainted by lust as Mel was brutally broken down again and again.

With her heart fluttering, Mel eventually cummed; huge fluids spraying forth to the cracked floor as her waist bent.

Her scream was muffled down as Maria pulled back; the doting, golden eyes remained, contrasting the stern, judgmental glare from the statue.

"Maria... heh heh..."

The stain on the floor scarred what was left of this church's purity, though Mel couldn't care less as she nuzzled into Maria's neck with a silly smile.

All mine.

All hers.

Mel mumbled inside before she was lifted again, gently placed on a light carpet on the floor.

With one thigh lifted, Mel squirmed a little forward as Maria's entrance neared.

She peeked; the entrance, like hers, had no furs and only a light pinkness.

As Maria then slid up, Mel finally blanked out.

Maria's palm was placed on her tummy with a smile. "Don't move. I'll take care of your every need."

Don't... move...?

The Witch of Lust couldn't comprehend the concept; she only knew the palm on her tummy was never so reassuring.

As she closed her eyes, Mel only felt her pussy sliding against Maria's; the steady rhythm came again in promise of consistent pleasures.

Mel's waist bent, yet the warmth from Maria's palm sapped her of all strength.

As if Maria wished to force herself onto Mel, drilling all her love and struggles into Mel's body.

"Mistress.... hehe... Mistress..."

Mel felt it was fine; as always, Maria was here to indulge in her purpose in life, to bring happiness to others' existence.

"Ah... ah..."

Her obedience urged Maria to caress her breast again; her tongue licking at the nipples for the desserts.

"I love you... I love... ah..."

A mistress and her broken toy. That was Mel's fantasy and reality, mingled with Maria's dark desires.

"Mm..."

Yet as Mel melted into Maria's sudden yet slow tongue-kiss again, the repeated motions only cut out all her worries.

Her body gave up as Maria's pussy pushed into her again and again; the wet, rough slopping noise echoing in the most silent kisses of Mel's memory.

Maria's hand roamed everywhere, beckoning every inch of her skin to flush.

"Mel."

Maria pulled back, admiring Mel's oblivious eyes that had lost all glows and shimmers of innocence.

Her lips parted and stretched constantly; moans escaped without any shame as if she had become an inanimate object of pleasures.

Thus, Maria's entrance throbbed at the sight, her waist pressing further to squeeze more pleasures out.

Before she knew, Maria had come just as Mel had.

The smell of bodily fluids invaded Mel's nostrils, her lips curling up for a silly smile.

"Mm..." Mel fidgeted more as Maria fell onto her, their breasts once again in contact without the cloth this time.

"Heh heh... Mistress..."

As Mel's waist arched with their nipples rubbing each other, Maria continued to use Mel's body gently.

However, Mel didn't move to touch any of Maria's skin except to be pleasured at every spot imaginable.

Maria dragged her everywhere.

The entrance where their pussies ate each other out again, the bench where their tongue mingled along with their nipples; even the cracked pillars where Mel was held like a doggy as Maria gently pushed her pussy into her.

Mel's limbs lost all strength; every time she almost passed out, her lips would meet a violent assault again, before the tongue lapped apologetically as she awoke again.

As their fluids traced every corner of the church, they returned to a random bench again.

This time, their bodies mingled with each other, mapping and grazing each other's skins with their nipples.

Every time their nipples brushed against each other, a slight glimmer returned to Mel's eyes as she giggled bubbly.

With some strokes from Maria, Mel couldn't help but curl up and cum again.

"So cute..."

Maria hissed at the sight of Mel, covered in saliva and fluids leftover, as she huddled with a hollowness that only brought her joy.

She slightly frowned in worry as Mel closed her eyes, but the mumble that consistently acted as a 'safe-word' lingered again.

"Love you..."

Maria could only sigh at such naivety, but still kissed Mel's cheek.

"Rest, Mel."

I love you too.

Maria pursed her lips; she shall leave it at their next date, serious without pervertedness next time.