Witch Love
Written by Hikaru Sakurai

Her small fingers stroke through Morgan's silver hair. Knelt before her is the Fairy Witch, who is earnestly using her mouth to please the Greek enchantress.
"You cute piglet-o~. Now, who is a cocksucker?"

Spanning the length of Morgan's face is Circe's Famed Greek Hero. Truly a spectacle worthy of any Greek Epic. Its length, daunting and its girth, legendary. The shaft rests heavily across Morgan's lips and right cheek. The Pig Goddess twirls a silvery lock of hair again, before cupping Morgan's head gently. Morgan continues her work. With several smooches across the rod, she leaves a tender trail of light blue lipstick marks.

"Do not mistake the situation. I would like to remind you that you should not think of me as your wife." Morgan callously states. Circe's lips spread in a smirk. Both witches know that it is simple grandstanding, both women's lusts have far exceeded the tipping point. Circe lightly guides Morgan's head along the penis, towards the bulbous tip.

"Open." Circe says, her grin extending further, her face growing redder with excitement. Morgan obediently opens her mouth wide in anticipation. With much malice, Circe spits directly onto Morgan's outstretched tongue. "Don't swallow." Then the Greek Goddess takes her mighty penis, places it onto Morgan's tongue and begins slowly pushing her fellow queen's head upon it. The Ice Queen does not fight it and widens her mouth to begin making space for the monstrous cock before her.

Morgan was quite experienced to using others as tools, but she had never quite been used like this. Circe was more gentle than any before her, belying the herculean tool that Morgan had welcomed into her mouth. Morgan would take the lead, moving her tongue and throat along the massive rod, saliva glistening across it. There would be less strugle as the Artorian Fairy's mouth stretched to accommodate Circe. Saliva and precum would mix together to become lubrication in the pot of love that was Queen of Winter's mouth. Back and forth, Morgan bobbed her head. She looked up at her lover. Short, beautiful pink hair atop a shining face blushing beet-red. A sense of pride came to Morgan as she reads Circe's eyes. That desperate longing of a witch who never had a reciprocated love, fulfilled completely by her. Morgan continued slurping down and up the large shaft, with Circe's moans growing ever louder.

With every lick, both Circe and her Demon Boar grows more excited. Circe's panting has filled the room, she cannot stop the moans escaping her lips. Morgan recognizes that perfect moment. She lifts her head, slowly sliding off her wife's penis. She will properly perform her own wifely duties.

"Circe-SAMa! Please." Morgan begs.
"Say the words." Circe responds, her sadism returning to her.
"I..." Morgan hesitates in shame. "You know you like it, you slut." Circe whispers. "I'll start it for you. Give-"
"Give...." The Savior's face is now burning bright red, blushing harder than it ever has before. "Give... GIVE ME YOUR KYKEON, CIRCE-SAMA!"

"Here comes the secret kykeon ingredient~! Forbidden Revelry, Metabole Ejaculeto!" screams Circe as she grasps the back of Morgan's head and forces it down the length of her shaft. As Morgan's blue lips touch the base, Circe's manhood bulges in climactic excitement. A bountiful amount of semen rushes down the back of Morgan's throat, overflowing. The Road to Morgan's Stomach Camelot is not enough for the sheer quantity of semen and it spills over, forcibly pushing its way out of both the witch's nose and gaps between her lips and Circe's penis. Circe desperately clutches Morgan's head to her, not willing to be an inch farther away from the woman who has caught her affection.

After a few long seconds, Circe relaxes her pull. Morgan slowly slides her face away, nose, stomach and mouth engulfed with semen. Of course, with the good manners of any High Queen, Morgan holds the semen there until her wife can inspect the work. Circe looks down upon the White Witch, whose makeup has been ruined by both tears and semen. Satisfied but not spent, Circe has far more love to give. "The way the tears ruin your eyeliner, it really does make you look like a clown." Circe smiles, gently carressing Morgan's slimy face. "It's so fucking hot." The Greek enchantress raises Morgan's face up closer to her own and places her lips onto the White Witch's. Her face stained red with blush near Morgan's, stained white with cum.

As Circe's hand rests gently on Morgan's cheek, Morgan reaches her own arms around to hug Circe's head close. Their tongues entangle as the Greek witch helps the British with her load. Messily, greedily, furiously, the two intertwine with each other, licking and kissing with heated passion, to clean and dirty the other woman. After a long period's time, they separate slightly, but only to catch a brief moment of rest. Faces still crimson with lust and anticipation, the two lock eyes. "Should we continue, Queen Witch?" "Please, after you, Queen Witch."