cw: hypnohorny, smutty on main.
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“Don't resist, little doll.”
The witch's voice is breathy and melodious, heavy with lust.
“Just look into my eyes, see how deep and dark those depths are, how warm and soft. Don't think, little toy. Just let yourself fall deeper for me.”
Her eyes really are all that, vast and dark, shot through with silver veins—they're so far from humanity, so far from sympathy, but that just makes them more enticing. It's so easy to look at them, to lose yourself in them—
“There you go. Just fall …”
Windchime heart dancing in the wind off lust's heat, beat after beat after beat, thumping in time with the fingers pressing between your legs, quick little pulses sending pleasure rushing through your vacant brain, long strokes drawing long quivering shakes from your straining muscles, hips shifting and mouth mewling in mindless pursuit of pleasure, thick fluid dripping as freely as blood and tears, your body offering up worship in the only way it can think to—
Fervid flesh flesh burns ever brighter beneath her touch, red lines stretching out ever further beneath her demanding claws, muscles tensing and relaxing as she squeezes your neck ever tighter, your body surrendering just as your mind did so long ago— Blood flows freely, beautifully, long threads stretching wonderfully across your thighs, across your chest, brilliant reds joining your pleasure's milky clarity, eyelids fluttering as she patiently coaxes out the beauty of your screams—
And in the pain you do not find god, for there is nothing holy here—there is only Her smiling up at you as she welcomes you into Her arms. There is only Her smiling down at you curled up in Her lap, your body reduced to something so small, so weak; something which can only find motion when She tugs on your strings, when Her wandering hands milk out the last vestiges of pleasure from your fading form, when She giggles at the slick liquid coating your thighs, at all the evidence of the pleasure She has filled you with and that you have offered up to Her in ecstatic worship— You can't help but smile as your mind finally fades away.