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Maleficent's Mate: Chapter Two
🕑 Added 2019-07-28 20:21:08 +0000 UTCAfter a few weeks as Maleficent's slave, Susan's adoration of the sorceress has been cemented. As she tries desperately to gain her owner's approval, Maleficent continues her scheme, and the first member of her coven arrives at the castle.
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“My lady… your chambers are clean, I have changed your sheets, arranged your library, folded your clothes and put them into your wardrobes.” Susan smiled hopefully, bowing her head as Maleficent lounged in her throne room. “Is there anything more you require from me?”
“Not at the moment, girl.” The sorceress hummed dismissively; her dark eyes focused on the orb of her staff. Susan knew better to ask what she was looking at by now, so instead rose and padded quietly to the foot of the stone dais Maleficent’s throne rested on. She sat slowly and watched her mistress’ in silence.
It had been three months since her kidnapping, and she was starting to enjoy herself in Maleficent’s service. The sorceress’ beauty and cold, regal superiority drove Susan absolutely wild, and the witch knew it well. Every day when the witch would recline and observe the wider world through her staff, and when Susan’s work was done, the girl would have the pleasure of being pinned against whatever surface was closest by Maleficent’s favourite plaything besides herself. She craved the touch of the witch by now, and dreamed of the day she could feel her for herself without the terror of being beaten or murdered. She barely thought about her father or friends anymore, her home was a distant memory. It all felt very strange, like a particularly vivid dream, but when she was with her mistress it faded into nothing.
Her lust had been cultivated by the sorceress, tended and encouraged until it ran wild. Her inhibitions shattered by the sorceress’ cruel tortures, now she masturbated constantly in her room, at meals, at Maleficent’s feet, to celebrate a chore well done. It was rare she wasn’t rubbing her cunny against something, or sinking her fingers into herself, the times she wasn’t were when she was too tired, too scared, or physically bound.
This wasn’t any of those times.
She bit her lip and stared hungrily at a long, soft green leg as it escaped from the soft dark silk of Maleficent’s robes. Her hands were already exploring under her skirt, finding her pantie-less crotch and toying lazily with her clit. She drank in Maleficent’s posture, her casual elegance, her effortless regality. She marvelled at the harsh beauty of her face, and the grace of her limbs, and the soft femininity of her wide hips and ample bust.
Panting, she rolled onto her front, resting her chin on the stone shelf of the dais as her fingers slipped into their second home. “Please be quiet, child.” Maleficent sighed softly.
“I apologise, my lady.” Susan cooed, “You’re so beautiful.” The witch turned her head, seeming surprised. A dark green flush came to her cheeks.
“Excuse me?”
“I… said you were beautiful.” Susan blushed as well, “My lady.”
“It has been… a very long time since someone said something so flattering.” The witch breathed softly, “And without any enchantment too.”
“I… didn’t mean to offend, my lady, I just… think you’re wonderful.” Susan mumbled, mewling lustfully. The witch looked pleased, if a little confused, and turned her head without even scowling, which for what Susan had been beaten into expecting might as well have been a full kiss on the lips. She whined delightedly and resumed playing with herself, sinking her fingers into herself in a way she’d never dared do under her father’s roof. Eventually of course her lewd panting and moaning began to wear thin on the sorceress.
“Child, go and fetch my mirror from my chambers.” She said sternly, fixing her with a severe glare. Susan whined, disappointed, but obediently got to her feet and hurried away. She hoped her flattery had brought her closer to truly touching her new mistress, not just scrubbing her down in the bath or being beaten by her hips during their routine face-raping sessions. She sighed longingly, what she wouldn’t do for the lady’s approval. She sometimes wondered if Maleficent had been telling her the truth all those days ago, had her mother become so helplessly adoring of the emerald witch? More importantly had she ever succeeded in pleasing the Sorceress fully, as Susan longed to do. Not for the first time she wished she’d had the chance to meet her, just once. But that didn’t change the fact her mother had been kidnapped just moments after giving birth to her, never to be seen again.
A horse’s whinny caught her attention and she froze, pattering quickly to the nearest window. Someone had found her mistress’ castle, had somehow made their way past all the magical barriers and traps and had made it into the courtyard. The stranger was dressed darkly, grey robes under gunmetal plate armour. A helmet covered his face, a tall blue crest flowed from it down the stranger’s back.
Susan turned on her heel and sprinted to the throne room, surprising her mistress who glared angrily. “Why have you returned empty-handed?” She stood and hit her staff against the floor, knocking Susan’s legs out from under her.
“M… my mistress… there’s a stranger in the courtyard… he has a sword.” Susan gasped weakly, her breath knocked out of her by the fall. Maleficent’s face froze for a moment before she let out a quiet breath and nodded.
“To my side, girl.”
Susan scurried behind her mistress and crouched down, watching the door until at last the stranger stepped through. “Lady Maleficent.” His voice was oddly high, and had a soft, exotic accent. “It’s been some time.”
Maleficent growled and lashed out with an arm, her staff flashing with light that shot out and splashed against the stranger’s armour like water. The stranger moved to brace against the attack, sword in hand, arm raised to deflect the light as it poured against him. Sarah squeaked as Maleficent spun, her free hand conjuring a ball of fire that shot out. The stranger laughed and batted the ball with his sword, the green flames exploding and wrapping around the steel until it was flaming all the way to the hilt.
“Very nice.” The stranger chuckled, admiring the flaming blade and his shield, still shimmering with molten magic. “My thanks, sister.”
“Why are you here?” Maleficent hissed, lowering her staff slightly.
“You sent a raven; you didn’t think I would come?” the stranger asked.
“I expected you to take longer, we are not yet prepared to accommodate you.”
“Well…” the stranger sighed, casually sheathing his sword and removing his helmet, revealing he was in fact a her. the woman smiled broadly and swept back her glossy black hair, sharp blue eyes shining out as she grinned to maleficent. She had tan skin and a round, pretty face, encircled by a thin silver band around her forehead. “My newest horse is quite impressive, she brought me here in record time.”
“Another?” Maleficent sighed, before turning and pacing back to her throne. “No matter. You will have to take one of my guest chambers and furnish it yourself, feel free to make use of my serving girl should the need arise.”
The stranger’s brow raised as she saw Susan hiding behind the throne. “Keeping pets now, are we? How unusual.”
“With the state this miserable castle was in I required a servant.” Maleficent sniffed coldly. “She is… an adequate slave.”
“I’ll bet.” The stranger purred, fingering her lower lip hungrily. She turned her head. “Astra! Come!”
A tall, muscular woman padded softly into the room, head hung, her mass of black hair hiding her face. “Yes, Circe?” Circe chuckled and pawed at her broad shoulders, flashing a dazzling smile back at Maleficent.
“Isn’t she a beauty? Look up girl, show our host that pretty face.” Circe took the woman by the jaw and forced her to look up, swatting the hair out of her face to reveal a beautiful, noble face. Astra had the softest eyes Susan had ever seen and the most gorgeous lips, even the blush of humiliation and restless eyes of a tortured animal didn’t lessen her beauty. “Give our host a smile.” Circe crooned. Astra gulped weakly and obeyed, showing a wide grin to Maleficent who smirked quietly into the back of her hand.
“She’s quite an impressive specimen, I must admit. Amazon, I take it?”
“The queen’s very own child.” Circe purred, nibbling at Astra’s earlobe, making the muscular woman wince. “Cassandra’s face was a picture when I chose this one as my tribute.”
“Still no resistance from that dismal little island then?” Maleficent asked, brow raised. “I would have thought a society of warriors would be more than eager to take the fight to you.”
“Ach, most of the simple fools are already in love with me, the others are terrified.” Circe laughed dismissively, “More and more are beginning to crave the choosing, as I knew they would. It won’t be long before only their queen is left, and then…”
“It’s been three centuries, dear, and you’ve said the same thing throughout.” Maleficent reminded her.
“Because it’s true.” Circe snapped before regaining her composure and smiling. “I have had some setbacks, true, but I will own those miserable amazon whores. You might do well to be bold once in a while, rather than skulking around this little castle.”
“Patience is my nature.” Maleficent replied coolly. “And it serves me quite well. Go, rest yourself and your steed. We shall dine together tonight.”
“As you say.” Circe purred, bowing lowly and sweeping away. Snapping her fingers for Astra to follow.
Maleficent let out a quiet breath and relaxed in her throne, resting her staff against its side and rubbing her face with her hands. Susan peeked over the armrest and meekly cleared her throat, earning the usual displeased glare from the sorceress. “What?”
“I… I’m confused, mistress.” Susan frowned. “Who was that? Wh… why have you let her into our home?”
“Who’s home?” Maleficent asked quietly.
“Y… your home, my mistress. I’m sorry.” Susan winced, “I forget myself.”
“That you do.” Maleficent sighed, “Up, I require bathing.”
“B… but I bathed you at dawn, it’s not yet noon?”
“If you don’t stop questioning me, I will cut out that tongue of yours.” Maleficent growled, “No matter how pretty a voice you have.” Susan gulped and quickly shut up, following the green-skinned witch down into her private chamber.
As usual she marvelled at her mistress’ emerald body as it slipped into the pool, eagerly waiting for Maleficent to resurface so she could look at it more. When at last Maleficent bobbed to the surface she looked calmer and happier than she had going in, a tiny smile gracing her lips as she drifted close to the edge of the pool where Susan was knelt, her breasts kept teasingly submerged. “This is how I like to see you.” She sighed softly, reaching out and touching Susan’s chin. “Silent and pretty.”
Susan blushed and grinned at the compliment, immediately setting to work sponging down Maleficent’s slender green neck. After a while the witch spoke again.
“I suppose you will require answers if you are to do your duties.” She breathed. “Ask your questions, keep them short and direct, my patience wears thin already.”
“Who is this Circe, my lady?” Susan asked, eyes drifting down Maleficent’s back as soapy suds slowly tricked down from her neck between her shoulder blades.
“A Sorceress like me. we are Coven mates. She hails from further south than this little island and has a fondness for turning humans into animals, and vice-versa.” Maleficent replied quietly. “She is weak, but quite cunning. Her metamorphoses are impressive, but she is almost laughably poor at all other magic forms. still, she can be dangerous. She is a violent soul, a masochist, a sadist, she is crueller than any other I have met. I would advise you not to anger her, unlike me, she will not show restraint. she will hurt you and she will enjoy it.”
Susan shivered. “Why have you invited her into your court, mistress?”
“I have plans that involve all of my sister witches.” Maleficent sighed as Susan dabbed at her ribs. “They are all more than adept mind-readers and your pretty little head is far from secure.”
“Who are the others in your coven, my lady? Are they all coming here?”
“There are four of us in total, myself and Circe included you are yet to meet only two. And yes, they are on their way to my court.”
“Who…”
“Queen Grimhilde.” Maleficent interrupted, a cold, warning tone coming back into her voice. “She reigns the great kingdom of our sister island. She is a vain bitch and tremendously greedy, it is in part because of her I reside here on the quieter island now. Her lust to possess that which she does not made the old country far too lively for my liking.”
“And the other?”
“The lady Morgana. She… is one whom I truly fear.” Maleficent whispered.
“You… are afraid of her?”
“Not without reason, child.” Maleficent hissed. “She is as cruel as she is beautiful and as powerful as all three of us others combined. No power on this earth can control her, nor stop her once she has set her mind on something. I can only hope she is as not attached to her homeland as she once was… if she has her sights on this land…” Maleficent shuddered and spun around, fixing Susan with a piercing gaze.
“Take off your clothes.”
“M… milady?”
“You will bathe in my pool, take off your clothes.”
“But you said if I ever touched the water again you’d eat me!” Susan squeaked.
“I will restrain myself.” Maleficent murmured, “Now remove your blouse and come to me.”
Susan nervously pulled her blouse over her head and set it down on the stone floor before turning back to her mistress. She forced her hands to remain by her hips rather than try to cover herself, fighting to balance her embarrassment and her burning desire to be wanted by the sorceress. “Come.” Maleficent commanded severely, holding out her hands.
Susan slowly came closer and took hold of Maleficent’s shoulders as the witch rose up, grasping her by the hips and drawing her down into the water. She let out a surprised coo as she felt how warm the water was, only for said water to pour into her mouth. She choked, spluttering and flailing in Maleficent’s grip as she tried to fight up to open air again.
A sharp something sank into the flesh of her shoulder and she screamed with agony, more water flooding her lungs as she thrashed against the immovable hands holding her in place. Her body was on fire, her eyes itched, her throat burned, it felt like her skin was peeling off her flesh. Maleficent’s hands held her arms at her side as she remained embedded in her shoulder, fangs swimming in Susan’s blood as it rushed about the wound.
Suddenly her grip vanished and Susan was thrown roughly out of the water, landing on the stone with a wet splat. She sobbed and vomited water, trying to weakly claw herself away from the pool as Maleficent rose calmly and stepped from the surface without so much as a ripple. “P… please.” She cried, “I’ll be good! Please don’t eat me!”
Maleficent knelt and gently lifted her up, pressing the sobbing girl to her breast and resting her pointed chin atop her sopping wet hair. “Hush child, you’ll live to see another day yet.”
“Y… you bit me.” Susan whimpered.
“Barely a prick” Maleficent sighed softly. “My venom will do you good.”
“I was so scared.”
“I know child. I know.” Maleficent replied, moving her away from her body and looking over her with a kind of tender gaze Susan had never seen before. She saw the wound on her shoulder, an oval of circular perforations in her skin, tinged green and still leaking her dark red blood. “See? No more than a scratch.” Maleficent purred, leaning down and licking the wound slowly until the flow of blood had slowed.
“Why… why did you take me into your pool to bite me?” Susan croaked, “W… was it important?”
“Of course not.” Maleficent sniffed, laying her down on her back and standing. “Don’t be ridiculous. Now once you are able of standing make yourself presentable and meet me in the kitchens.” She turned and brushed a hand over her nude form before draping her robes over one arm and strutting away.
Susan whined miserably and immediately crawled to the towel, drying her trembling body as quickly as she could. She dressed and stumbled up the stairs, ignoring how her blouse pressed down on the bite.
Maleficent was not alone in the kitchens, Astra was stood mutely in the corner, head hung, not seeming to notice she was naked any more than she had in the throne room. “Milady? Wh… what would you have me do?”
Maleficent looked surprised but hid it almost immediately, replacing it with a look of disdain. “You will help Astra prepare the food she has brought for our feast tonight, you will do it in silence. The last thing I need is your fraternising with another beast.”
“Yes mistress.” Susan nodded, flinching as she moved her arm and made her blouse rub against the bite. A soft look of something similar to pride came onto Maleficent’s face before she took up her staff again and strode out of the room.
“Good girl.”
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“How do you like your meal, sister?” Circe purred, sitting across the banquet table from Maleficent. Susan was knelt beside her mistress, her eyes drifting between Maleficent’s long green legs as they sat crossed beneath the table and Astra who was knelt beside Circe. Being taller than Susan by far, Astra’s head managed to look over the table without any effort, whilst Susan had to crane her neck to even see at level with the ancient wooden table. Astra’s body was magnificent, toned and muscular in all the right places, soft and feminine everywhere else. The slow rise and fall of her bosom was almost hypnotic, capturing Susan’s attention every few moments when she wasn’t watching her mistress for a command.
“Interesting.” Maleficent smiled thinly. “I take it you had a hand in its creation?”
“Eh, some foolish hero.” Circe chuckled. “I turned him into a pig.”
Susan let out a horrified squeak but quickly hung her head as Maleficent scowled down at her. She nervously looked up to see Astra’s pitying expression and a cruel grin from Circe.
“Your pet seems to be bothered by something, Maleficent.” She smiled quietly.
“She’s a fragile thing, pay her no mind.” Maleficent growled, smacking Susan with the butt of her staff.
“Come now sister, if she has something to say let her speak.”
Maleficent hissed and rubbed her brow before setting down her staff and folding her hands over the table. “Speak, girl.”
“It’s… nothing, my lady.” Susan whispered.
“Now now, don’t be shy. Speak up.” Circe cooed.
Susan glanced up at Maleficent, whose face was impassive, staring blankly ahead at Circe. “I… The Meat…”
“Yes?”
“It’s… a man?”
“Technically it was, yes.” Circe grinned. “But I turned him into a pig, so what’s the harm?”
“But it was a person. A… and you’re eating him!” Susan whimpered, staring up at Maleficent in horror.
“Susan be quiet now.” the sorceress murmured.
“But he was a person!”
“Silence!” Maleficent growled, turning her head and snarling.
“Astra be a dear and cut out the little thing’s tongue.” Circe smiled, taking another dainty bite from her plate. Astra stood mutely and picked up a short, straight sword from where it had materialised from thin air on the table.
Susan let out a yelp of terror as the amazon vaulted the table and marched towards her. Astra swung the blade down towards, only to be stopped by Maleficent, who neatly batted her arm aside with her staff.
“Circe, if I want my pet mutilated I shall do the deed myself.” She hissed.
“I am merely trying to help.” Circe pouted, curling a finger to Astra, who set down the sword and obediently walked back to Circe’s side. “She seems suspiciously free-spirited for a slave.”
“I enjoy her spirit.” Maleficent muttered, “Girl, up.”
“M… Milady, perhaps… perhaps I should leave your presence. I’ve already embarrassed you.” Susan whined. Maleficent silenced her with a glance and she gulped, standing and stepping closer to the seat where her mistress rested. “Yes, my lady.”
“Eat.”
Maleficent brought her fork up to Susan’s mouth and held it out.
“M… my lady.”
“Eat. Now.” Maleficent growled, “Or I will be forced to reconsider Circe’s kind offer.”
“Go on love, it’s quite delicious.” Circe cooed, resting her chin on a hand and smiling cruelly.
Susan closed her eyes and leaned forwards, taking the meat into her mouth with her teeth before chewing it and finally swallowing.
“Good girl.” Maleficent said briskly, “Now sit and be silent so that my guest and I can dine in peace.”
“Actually, seeing your young thing’s terror has roused an entirely different appetite of mine.” Circe purred, “I shall take my leave.”
“Of course.” Maleficent sighed, setting down her cutlery immediately and standing. “But please, if you would do me a favour. Take my girl for the night. I would have her watch how a proper slave tends to her mistress.”
“Only watch?” Circe smiled hungrily.
“I will have her virginity for myself.” Maleficent nodded, tone firm.
“Ah, of course.” Circe purred, the hungry look in her eye not fading as she grinned at Susan’s trembling body. “Come along then, girl. Let’s show you how a woman serves her mistress.”
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Susan let out a quiet whimper of terror as Circe pushed her down onto her bed, crawling towards her with a predatory grin. She skittered backwards until her back was against the wall, shivering as the cold stone pressed into her skin. “Comfortable?” Circe cooed, flashing another wide grin. She laughed shrilly and spun, scampering across the bed to where Astra was standing stoically. “Isn’t she magnificent?” she purred, pawing at Astra’s muscular belly.
Susan winced as circle padded around behind the amazon and bit her ear sharply, drawing a few droplets of blood that she licked from her lips. “Royal blood, no finer pedigree.” She smiled. “which only makes her all the more fun to humiliate. Like so.”
She twirled her wrist and Astra let out a quiet growl of pain, fists clenched as her spine arched and two immense wings sprouted from her back. Circe giggled and petted the feathered appendages as they trembled. “Beautiful, no? from Amazon to Angel with just a flick of my wrist.” She smiled and clenched her fist. “But I think I prefer her in this form.”
Astra let out a yowl of agony as her body collapsed inwards, cracking and groaning as bones and flesh rearranged. Circe chuckled and lifted the slim, lithe cat Astra had been transformed into and draped her over her shoulder. “Such a convenient form, isn’t it? my very own familiar, like those ridiculous ravens Maleficent insists on keeping.”
“Th… they’re not ridiculous.” Susan muttered quietly.
“Oh?”
“Sh… she uses them to send messages, and… and scout the forest.” Susan explained, “They keep us safe from attack.”
“Hmf.” Circe growled. “If she was half the witch she claims to be she’d welcome the challenge.” Astra let out a soft mew by her ear and she turned, scratching the black cat’s furry ear before lifting her and setting her on the bed. “Of course, I’ll feel much better after your attentions, kitten.”
She stroked down the cat’s spine and Astra returned to her human form, shivering quietly on all fours and breathing heavily. Susan watched warily as the amazon straightened up, gingerly touching her ribs and whimpering. Circe clicked her tongue and smiled broadly as Astra raised her head to look at her, she brushed a hand down over her body and her dress vaporised into mist, leaving her standing naked before the bed.
She was beautiful, but couldn’t hold a candle to maleficent in Susan’s eyes. She was slimmer and taller to begin with, but now that her clothes were gone Susan could see her smaller elegant breasts and narrow hips. She had odd markings over her waist, like some kind of writing, but Susan couldn’t read it, or even tell if it wasn’t more than an intricate pattern.
“What form shall we play with this evening, hmm?” Circe purred, taking Astra’s jaw in her hand. “We have an audience, after all. Perhaps something a little more… adventurous.”
Astra remained silent. Circe’s eyes narrowed, “Very well I’ll simply do as I please to you.” she yanked the amazon forwards, sending her tumbling onto the hard stone floor. “On your knees.” The amazon knelt and looked up at the sorceress quietly, dark eyes wandering over to Susan before dropping to the floor. Circe twirled her wrist and Astra gagged before opening her mouth and letting her tongue drop out, growing longer and longer until it was nestled in her cleavage. She panted for a moment before sighing and looking up at her mistress, the long slimy muscle twitching restlessly.
Circe grinned and curled a finger, sitting neatly down at the edge of the bed and chuckling as Astra stopped between her knees, refusing to meet her gaze. She turned and fixed Susan with a cold smile, “Watch and learn, girl.”
She snapped her fingers and Astra mewled softly, her tongue slowly reaching up and flicking against the sorceress’ petals. The amazon blushed darkly and brought her hands up to Circe’s thighs, holding onto them as she forced her inhumane tongue to slither back and forth over the sorceress’ cunt.
“This… is precisely what you shouldn’t do.” Circe cooed, reaching down and grabbing Astra’s tongue roughly, drawing a muted yelp from the amazon as she was tugged closer. Circe wound Astra’s tongue around her fist and smiled as the woman moaned in agony. “Astra knows me well, she’s been my slave for two years. She knows I don’t give a damn about her comfort, or for this gentle lovemaking she’s used to. I want to be fucked as hard as my dear pet can handle, and I will get what I want. Isn’t that right?”
Astra nodded quickly, tears sparkling in her eyes before she let out a sharp squeak. Circe, with one sharp yank, brought her fist, still wrapped in Astra’s tongue, down to her opening and sank it inside. The sorceress purred as her hand slipped into herself, pulling Astra along until she was nestled against her opening. “Get. To. Work.” Her hand emerged from her cunt, leaving the entirety of Astra’s tongue still inside. Astra moaned and began to move her head around, eyes tight shut.
Susan sat on the bed, watching uncomfortably as Astra brought Circe to a loud orgasm. Once upon a time she might have thought the display was hot, she might even have touched herself, but the terror she was feeling at being in Circe’s hands, the pain in her shoulder and the gnawing feeling she’d disappointed Maleficent kept her mute and motionless on the bed.
All night she watched in quiet horror at what Circe did to Astra, and even more so what she had Astra do to her. The poor quiet amazon was changed time and time again, growling with pain as her body snapped into new shapes to be debased.
Circe had her in a form small enough to fit inside her sex, swallowing her whole and tugging her out just before she suffocated. She made Astra’s breasts so large the amazon couldn’t stand, her lips so fat that she couldn’t talk, and her backside so horrifically inflated she could even begin to move from where she sat. She made Astra sprout a cock and take her anally. She made Astra sink both hands into her greedy cunt. She made Astra sob and squeal as her body was twisted into the shapes Circe craved.
After hours of the most horrific sex Susan had ever witnessed Circe was finally satisfied, letting out a soft, rasping groan as Astra filled her with so much cum that her belly began to bloat. The sorceress’ eyes focused on Susan and she let out a low laugh.
“My, don’t you look sweet?” she mewled softly and twirled her wrist. Behind her Astra fell to the floor, whimpering softly. Circe straightened up with a slight wince and sighed, patting her belly. “That… is how a slave serves her mistress. She does what she is told, no matter how humiliating, no matter how much it hurts. Now…”
She clenched a fist and let out a soft murmur as Astra’s seed slowly seeped out of her hole, floating through the air into a single wobbling ball. “Whilst my sister said I couldn’t lay a finger on you; I think you’ve gone through tonight with far too little excitement.”
“Wh… what?” Susan winced, pressing herself back against the stone wall. Eyes darting up to the ball of semen looming over her.
Circe grinned and slowly tipped her hand. Susan had time to let out a sharp shriek before the orb landed on her with a wet slap. She let out a quiet sob of disgust and vaguely heard Circe’s voice ordering Astra to get up off the floor.
Susan yelped weakly as strong hands grabbed her and she was lifted into the air before being dumped back down again. Through the murky haze of sperm coating her vision she could see that she’d been sat down in Astra’s lap, nestled close against the amazon’s body. She whined quietly and tried to crawl away, only for the imposing woman to gently cradle her closer and begin to kiss her forehead, soft lips sucking the sperm from her skin.
Susan whimpered and struggled weakly in the amazon’s embrace as she was meticulously licked clean of Circe’s spunk, then set gently down on the bed by Astra, who refused to meet her eye. Circe sighed and chuckled to herself, petting herself as Susan slowly crawled to her feet. “There, much better. Now off you go. Go report to your mistress on all the fun we’ve had.”
Susan bowed her head and sprinted out of the room, trembling. She only stopped when she reached Maleficent’s chambers, her hand reaching for the handles to her door before freezing. What time was it? If it was still dark maleficent might still be sleeping, and waking her would certainly lead to worse things than Circe had done. She recoiled and sank to her knees, sitting and sobbing against the wall, waiting for her mistress to emerge.
