The World Is Mine For The Taking

Tris's eyes locked with mine, her expression subtly shifting as the implications sank in.

Johanne had kissed her at their wedding, sure—but that kiss hadn't broken the curse.

It hadn't been true love. That meant only one thing.

It wasn't her.

But then… who was?

That thought lingered in her head for only a couple seconds, flickering like a phantom before the answer hit her full force.

She turned her head, slowly and deliberately towards me, her gaze locking onto me. And then came that grin. That devilish, knowing grin.

"Hmmmm~..." she purred, the sound deep and drawn out, thick with amusement and curiosity.

It was the kind of hum you made when you just stumbled across some scandalous secret that was too fun to let go.

"Don't you think it's kind of beautiful?" Dorothea chimed in suddenly, her voice soft and laced with gentle mystery. "A curse like that… lifted by something as simple and pure as a kiss from someone you truly love."

I turned toward her—and somehow, she already had a teacup in her hand, steam lazily rising from it as she took a casual sip, like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on the room.

"Yeah," Tris said, a slow smile blooming across her face. "Yeah, it really is."

Dorothea tilted her head, her eyes gleaming like she already knew what was next. "Well then... does that answer your question?"

I nodded. "More or less, yeah."

"Good," she said, and her smile twisted into something sultrier and hungrier. Her gaze slid over to me with a slow, practiced seduction. "Now... I think it's about time you fulfill your end of the bargain, Leon."

Her meaning was clear.

Too crystal fucking clear, in fact.

She still wanted the vines.

And judging by the eager shimmer in her eyes and the lewd curl of her lips, she wasn't planning to let me off the hook this time. That look of hers... It practically screamed fuck me senseless.

"It's fine, Leon. We're going to step out for a while," Tris said smoothly, her tone surprisingly nonchalant. "You can go ahead and… reward her for her effort."

So she noticed my hesitation. Or maybe she was just being considerate.

"Well, okay. That helps."

Although, to be fair, she wasn't exactly the reason I hadn't jumped in and launched my vines at Dorothea yet—but I went along with it.

"Alright. Let's go, Isiliraiellyn. Come on," Tris called, standing and gesturing toward the door.

"Huh? Where are we going?" the other girl asked, confused.

"We don't want to interrupt them. Let's go," Tris said again, her voice playful but firm.

Tris had that tone like a mother dragging her kid away from something they shouldn't be seeing.

The door clicked shut behind them.

I turned.

Dorothea was still seated, eyes locked on mine with that same unrelenting stare.

She didn't speak.

She didn't need to.

The look said everything.

A slut's face. A witch in heat.

She leaned back on her hands, arching her chest forward slightly, putting her body on display in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her legs parted a little more than modesty allowed, and with how her skirt had ridden up... You could almost see under it. She was straddling the chair backward, and the position made her look completely exposed... she was vulnerable, but in the most erotic way possible.

It wasn't a ladylike pose.

But I didn't hate it. It was perfect.

My eyes trailed down her body.

Her figure was modest, sure, but those legs… smooth, toned, shapely... they were so deliciously firm they made my cock twitch just by existing in the same room.

And with that lewd smirk painted on her lips, she looked like someone who lived for this.

I'd already ticked one box off the list of ten requirements needed to dominate the Black Witch.

I wasn't even sure I needed her powers, not yet anyway, but maybe… just maybe… she'd prove useful later on.

Besides, wearing a woman's form hadn't been half as bad as I thought.

"Hey…" she whispered, her voice now dripping with want, "what are you waiting for? You're not going to leave me hanging, are you? I don't usually push my mind to remember the past for nothing, you know…"

The way she pouted made her look both demanding and absolutely fuckable.

"Alright, alright," I muttered, exhaling a breath and raising my hand.

I snapped my fingers.

Like obedient beasts answering their master's call, thick green vines erupted from the ground and walls, surging toward her like a living wave.

They wrapped around her limbs with fluid precision, binding her wrists and ankles in mid-air, lifting her off the chair until she hung suspended.

She was helpless and waiting.

The vines began to slither and tighten, caressing her curves, pressing against her chest and thighs in ways that were undeniably erotic.

Each movement of the vines emphasized the softness of her body, the give of her flesh against the taut green tendrils.

The way they wrapped her was intricate.

They were like the ropes of a practiced shibari artist. But softer and more sensual.

The vines flexed and squeezed, creating a bondage pose that was as much art as it was lust.

"Ahhhh~! Yes! They're here…!"

Her voice rang out, delighted and needy.

She was already wet... She was dripping.

I guided one of the thicker vines forward, inching it slowly toward her soaked slit.

She quivered in anticipation, eyes fluttering with lust.

And then I pushed it inside.

"Ahhnnnnnn~!!! Yesssssssss! That feels soooo goooodddddddd~!"

Her mouth fell open in a scream of pleasure, her body writhing against the restraints, and her face contorted into pure, filthy bliss.

She was getting fucked.

And she was loving every second of it.

Her folds clenched tight around the vine, greedily pulling it deeper, and her back arched as if her whole body was begging for more.

My cock stirred. It was hard.

I could feel it rising fast in my pants, pulsing with heat and need.

Since I had my dick back after earlier being turned into a woman, the sensation was electric. That familiar throb of arousal ran up my spine like a jolt. The sight of Dorothea, helpless and being ravaged by my vines, was pushing all the right buttons in all the worst ways.

And I hadn't even gotten started yet.

"Ahhhhhhhhh~ I-It feels so good...~ M-Moreeeeeee~... Stuff more of those thick vines into my crevices... Give it to me... in my mouth... in my ass... everywheeeere~!!!"

With her filthy plea hanging in the air like a taunt, I decided to grant her exactly what she begged for. Without hesitation, I directed the vines toward the places she moaned about.

One thick vine slithered forward and plugged itself into her mouth.

Another slowly pressed against her asshole. Her hole parted with ease, greedily welcoming it in as it sank all the way inside.

"Mgghgggggggggggggghhhh~! Mhhggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!"

Now that all three of her holes were filled, she looked even more overwhelmed with pleasure than before.

Her eyes rolled upward, almost vanishing into her skull, as I controlled the vines with precision—pistoning them in and out of her simultaneously, grinding deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her asshole, muffling her mouth with thick, slick vines.

"NMg, mghhhhhhhhhhhh, hhhngg, mngggg, ghhhggg~, mgghhhh....! Hnnnnghhh, hhgghhhhh~!!? Mbngghghhhhhghhhh!! Mnnnghghghggghhgghhghgggggg!!"

Only incoherent, gurgled moans escaped her vine-stuffed mouth. I kept up the rhythm, unrelenting, until—

"Mghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

Her eyes fully rolled back—only the whites showing—and a powerful squirt erupted from her cunt, spraying all over the vines below her.

She looked utterly wrecked.

"You seem like you're really enjoying yourself," I said, my voice dry but amused.

I pulled the vine from her mouth, letting her breathe properly again.

Her tongue lolled out as she panted hard, her whole body trembling. "Yeshhhh~..." she slurred, completely out of it.

"Well... I guess it's only fair that I start enjoying myself too, don't you think?"

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock—it swayed in front of her, casting a shadow across her face.

"F-Fwehhh?"

She gasped, blinking up at it as the looming shape hovered just inches away.

"It's not fair for you to get all the pleasure while making such filthy faces that get me this hard. So, don't you think it's only right you give me a reason to use this?"

Dorothea was panting like a bitch in heat with mouth open, tongue hanging, and breath ragged.

She leaned closer, her nose twitching as she took in the scent of my cock, her mind still hazy from the relentless tentacle fucking.

Then...

"A~~mu~~~..."

She opened wide and slowly took the tip into her mouth.

Her tongue started darting across the tip of my cock, while the vines resumed ravishing her insides—front hole to back hole, leaving no spot untouched.

"Mnghhh...! Muannnn~... It's so good...~ I feel like my brain's gonna melt...~ It feels really gooodddddddddddd~..."

She was moaning so loudly, it was hard to believe this was supposed to be the Black Witch.

"Hey, does it feel good for you too? You feel good, right? It feels good with my mouth, doesn't it?"

I was pretty sure her experience with actual dicks was limited to the collection of dildos she'd been buying, but thanks to all that constant practice, she'd ended up being surprisingly good at giving a blowjob.