Prologue

Hazel can always tell when Penelope is in heat. She can see it in the way the woman moves that her cycle is here or by how she smells. Of course there are the toys that she will whip out only at a time like this. But right now they are just cuddling with one another. Or at least they were.

Penelope picks up her favorite vibrator, what she calls the Rampant One. She doesn’t click it on, not yet. Instead, she sighs heavily and stokes the toy over her breasts. “Oh how I wish I had the skill to turn you into a lover.” Hazel pricks her ears up at the woman. The cold touch of the toy makes Penelope’s nipples stand up even further and she becomes aware of the way her pussy feels engorged. Hazel sits up. Her tongue slips out to slide along her mouth in the way it does when a cat yawns. Penelope turns on the dial at the base of the vibrator, just a little, and lets the tip tickle her nipples. Instantly, Hazel’s hair stands up and she bolts from the bed. “Oh, Hazel,” the young witch moans. “I guess that means I’m not getting you to lick me?”

It isn’t so bad. Ever since that one time Hazel did come up to just randomly lick her, Penelope had been hoping for it to happen again. It didn’t, and it is a shame because she cast a spell that would make her pet cat change into a human form with just the one lick. But it isn’t so bad. Hazel will eventually do it again, hopefully. In the meantime, Penelope can feel herself relaxing. She circles her breasts with the vibrator before spiraling with it down slowly toward her crotch. She initially had planned to just drive the end right into her snatch, but as soon as the buzzing head touches her clit, she realizes that she is in no hurry. The thrill of the slight touch of the vibrator against her throbbing clit produces a different effect. She gasps. Penelope wants to feel more of these sensations. They remind her of that one time licking Hazel gave her, so she circles the hard nub with the tip of the Rampant One.

Soon, her pussy is dripping profusely like a baby dribbling food from its mouth. She slides the vibrator into her twat, planning to only wet the end a little to aid in her clit play. But to her surprise, Penelope finds herself thrusting the whole enormous thickness into herself. She knows what this toy is capable of as she has used it so many times since she bought it down at the magic store. Penelope could never create something this awesome with her magic. She turns up the dial to full. Pulling and pushing the thick, smooth torpedo in and out of herself makes the girl writhe.

The sensation of the vibrator inside her is fun, yet it gives none of the insistent excitement of rubbing it against her clit, mimicking the tongue of the cat. It doesn’t stop her from enjoying it where it is, the dripping, slick length sliding in and out of her cunt. She drags the shivering length of it along one side of her pussy and presses it hard against her clit. The deep fast vibrations are triggering sensations that she can only get from the toy.

Wanting to both prolong the moment and continue going down the path that these throbbing, almost stinging feeling are taking her, Penelope turns the dial down just a fraction on the vibrator and luxuriates in the change in sensation that the deeper throbbing brings on. Suddenly she feels as if the world is dissolving around her. She knows that it is just the magical properties of the toy, but it doesn’t matter because if she were standing up at this moment, her knees would have given way to the deep, liquid sensation that washes over her. Penelope feels like a surfer, riding a huge wave of pleasure. Although she would like nothing more than to ride that wave all the way to the shore, she cries out knowing that she cannot take anymore. She pulls the Rampant One away, tossing it off the bed.

Ready to come down from the crest of the wave, Penelope is thinking about how the sensation is impossible to sustain when she feels a lapping at her pussy. Although the tongue is too small, sometimes it is working her entrance, sometimes her clit; moving back and forth trying to give her pleasure. Penelope is groaning and panting, too lost in the pleasure to even look to see what is going on. The tongue fills her folds with every stroke. It takes her back to the time Hazel first licked her. The young witch cries out in orgasm, humping her hips at the tongue. The rough tongue works into her tunnel and on her clit, lapping up her juices like cream.

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