The Devil, the Witch, and the Walking Dead
Chapter 3: The Witch
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Witch - Lonely on Halloween, Linda's night is upended by three supernatural strangers. A magical candy awakens her body, unlocking a desperate, sexual lust. The Devil, the Witch, and the Walking Dead have a pact to offer, promising to claim her, possess her, and use her in ways her ex never could. By midnight, she will be reborn... or consumed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Ghost Demons Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex
Linda’s body buzzed. Lucius’s semen, a warm, thick residue, was leaking slowly from her pussy, trailing down her inner thigh. She sat up, smoothing her rumpled dress. The mirror reflected a new woman: lips plump and bruised, cheeks flushed, a wildness in her dark gaze.
The knock repeated. Gentler this time.
She padded to the door, her legs unsteady. Her heart thudded. Another one? But the lingering warmth urged her on.
She opened it. The witch. Her violet eyes sparkled.
“The night calls its players, Linda,” she murmured, her voice silk and herbs. “May I enter?”
Before Linda could answer, the witch glided past her, as if she owned the place. The door clicked shut behind her.
“You’ve tasted the fire,” she said, her gaze lingering on Linda’s swollen lips. “It suits you. But the rite deepens. For the voice that binds.”
“Rite? Lucius mentioned a pact. What is this, some cult?”
Elowen smiled, picking the purple lozenge from the table. “No cult. Only the veil’s truth.” She didn’t hold it out. Instead, she stepped closer, until their breaths mingled. “Let the whispers awaken.”
Elowen cupped Linda’s chin. “Will you share the rite, Linda?”
Before Linda could answer, Elowen’s lips met hers. The kiss was slow, exploratory ... and then the witch’s tongue pushed past her lips, and Linda tasted the lozenge. It dissolved between them, a burst of berry-sweet nectar. Elowen’s tongue passed the magic to hers, a shockingly intimate exchange.
Instantly, her mouth reacted. Lips plumping further. Her tongue felt ... longer. More agile. Her throat loosened.
“Oh,” Linda breathed, hand to her mouth. Her voice came out huskier.
“Let the words become flesh,” Elowen whispered, kissing her again.
A woman. Linda’s mind spun. I’ve never... But after Lucius, what was one more line to cross? “Yes,” she whispered, the word tasting sweeter. “Show me.”
They sank onto the couch. “Taste the source,” Elowen urged, hiking her robes. She knelt between Linda’s legs, pushing the dress higher. Linda was exposed, slick with her own juices mingled with Lucius’s seed, pearly trails still leaking from her folds.
Elowen’s mouth descended. Her lips brushed Linda’s inner thighs, her tongue lapping up the spent cum. Slow. Deliberate. Cleaning and teasing. Linda gasped. She’s ... eating me. Eating his... The shame and the novelty were a potent combination.
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