The World Is Mine For The Taking

Her lips felt divine as they wrapped snugly around the swollen tip of my cock, sealing it in with a warmth that sent a shiver crawling up my spine.

The moment her tongue began to flick across the sensitive ridge, it was like electricity shot through my nerves.

Every gentle swipe, every slow curl of her tongue around the crown, made it feel like my cock was being worshipped with care, like she truly wanted to savor it.

I could tell that she wasn't just doing this mindlessly.

Every subtle motion, every flick of her tongue, was deliberate. She was meticulous, incredibly attentive to even the smallest details, as if she knew exactly how to drag the pleasure out of me one flick at a time.

All the while, the vines coiled and twisted around her body, writhing like serpents as they slowly bound her in mid-air.

They slithered along her curves and squeezed her limbs, suspending her completely.

She was hanging, stretched and helpless, her limbs immobilized by the vines as they continued their sensual assault on her.

Dorothea's expression was the very picture of depravity with her eyes half-lidded and glossy, flushed cheeks, her mouth stretched around my cock as she looked up at me like she craved more.

Her lips moved with hungry precision, and her tongue would dart out every few seconds to flick across the tip before sealing her mouth over the head again, drawing long, steady sucks that made my knees twitch.

The vines weren't letting up either as they kept plunging in and out of her from both ends.

One thick vine shoved inside her ass, another buried deep inside her dripping pussy, moving in tandem with each other, pulsing and twisting as they fucked her thoroughly.

Meanwhile, her mouth was stuffed full of my cock, her lips stretched around it, her jaw trembling slightly from the strain, yet she kept going as if she was greedy for more.

"Mgnnnghh... Hnnggghhh~! Mnnnn! Mnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!"

Her muffled moans vibrated around my cock like a living toy, the hums from her throat shooting straight into my core.

The moment the vibrations hit, my hips jerked on instinct, pushing a little deeper into her mouth.

I couldn't stop myself.

It actually felt too good and too intense, like she was milking me with her mouth alone.

There wasn't a single reason in my head to resist.

With how insanely good she was sucking me off, the only logical thing to do was keep fucking her mouth.

"Mhgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhggg~... Hnngghhhggghhh~!!!"

Her body jolted within the grasp of the vines, arching like she was being electrocuted by the overwhelming pleasure.

Her spine curved so sharply I could see her stomach tighten, her breasts heaving as the vines kept thrusting into her holes.

Her eyes were rolling, rolling so far back into her skull that only the whites remained, her pupils disappearing as her mind began to melt from the stimulation.

That's when I grabbed a fistful of her hair and the back of her head, yanked her in, and drove my cock deeper, straight into her throat.

Her throat swallowed me instantly.

It was unbelievably tight.

The muscles clung to my shaft like they were trying to crush me, each inch of my cock feeling like it was locked in a warm, constricting tunnel.

I could feel every single ripple of flesh tightening around me as her throat spasmed from the intrusion.

Then, right at that moment, I lost it.

I groaned, my entire body tensing, and I came hard.

Hot, thick spurts of cum shot straight down her throat, flooding her esophagus with every burst.

It was so forceful I could feel her trying to swallow reflexively as her neck bulged slightly with every jet of cum.

"Mghghhhhhhhggggggg...! Mgh, mggghhh... mghhggggg~!!!"

Dorothea's whole body shook violently, like she was short-circuiting from the sheer intensity.

Her eyes rolled up so far back it looked like she was possessed.

And then—

"Mngghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

She squirted.

Her pussy erupted, spraying juices all over the floor in sudden, violent gushes.

It splattered loudly, leaving a sticky mess beneath her.

She wasn't just cumming.

She was releasing everything.

The squirting didn't stop right away, either.

It kept going, spurting in repeated bursts that stained the ground below her.

The vines inside her pussy didn't stop moving, and the stimulation kept milking more liquid out of her.

Her body trembled from head to toe, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her butt spasming, her back arching again and again.

Her toes curled, her fingers twitched, and her head lolled loosely as if her brain had just shut down.

She looked like she'd hit a climax that cracked something open inside her.

Her throat was still clutching my cock so tightly that it felt like she was trying to drain me dry, even though I was already done cumming.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her throat.

It came out with a loud, wet pop, her lips still pursed around the shaft even after I slipped free.

A huge bubble of saliva inflated from her mouth.

It was glossy, wobbling with every breath she took.

It clung to her lips, refusing to pop, as if it was made from the friction and heat we'd stirred up together.

There was also a thick string of snot running from her nose down to her lips, shining under the light.

She looked absolutely ruined—and blissfully so.

It was obvious from the expression on her face that this was a kind of pleasure she'd never known before.

Maybe she'd used dildos in the past to chase this kind of high.

But really, there's nothing like actual sex.

Naturally, she'd feel a different kind of pleasure from this—sex and self-pleasure are two different things.

Masturbation is just you getting yourself off to relieve stress or satisfy a craving.

But sex... sex is something else entirely. You're not alone in it.

You've got someone else with you.

And the two of you are sharing that pleasure together.

You can't get that kind of connection when you're doing it by yourself.

I reached down and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.

She looked dazed. She looked completely gone.

Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth slack, and her entire expression was painted with a dumb, blissful smile. She looked like she'd just touched heaven.

And then—pop.

The saliva bubble on her mouth finally burst.

"He…"

Only a weak, breathy sound left her lips. She couldn't even form proper words. She was far too gone.

"You really are a pervert, aren't you?" I said, smirking at her ruined face. "Getting off like this... I don't think I've ever met a woman quite like you."

"Haa… I-I'm not a pervert…" she tried to mumble back, barely audible.

She could deny it all she wanted.

But everything about her said otherwise.

From the moment I met her—I already knew what she really was.

She had been masturbating when we arrived—completely lost in her own pleasure, unapologetically shameless.

The way her body trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm was proof enough—she enjoyed getting fucked like this.

"I still have the energy to go another round," I said, letting the weight of my words sink into her dazed mind. "But I'm not doing it with you again unless it's with my real cock buried inside you."

"W-Wha…?" Her voice broke, startled.

She blinked rapidly, as though trying to process what she just heard. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and disbelieving.

"W-What do you mean...? I don't like dicks…" she muttered, almost defensively, as if clinging to a belief that no longer stood firm.

"Well," I said, my tone sharpening with cold resolve, "that's your loss then. I don't like putting in effort for someone if it doesn't give me anything in return. So if you want something from me—you're going to have to give me something first."

I let go of her chin, letting her head dip slightly as the connection between our eyes broke.

Then I stood upright, the shift in position drawing her gaze downward.

Now, my cock stood right in her line of sight.

"So… what do you think?"

She stared at it for a long second, biting her lower lip hard. She was clearly torn. Her breath caught, chest subtly rising and falling in conflict.

"I-I don't really like men in general," she began, her voice quiet but bitter. "When I was a kid… boys used to bully me. A lot. They made my life hell, and I ended up hating them. I hated them with every ounce of my being."

Her words were coated in venom and sorrow, yet there was something vulnerable there too.

Well, something human, I guess if you could call it that.

"But…" She hesitated. "I'm still a woman. I still have… you know? Needs."

I nodded slowly. "Well, I guess that's only natural."

I hadn't expected that kind of past from her. It explained so much. Still, I was surprised she hadn't ended up chasing women instead.

"That need only kept growing," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "But since I couldn't stand the thought of a man touching me, I started using dildos. That was enough—at least for a while."

She let out a breath, almost like a small laugh.

"And if a guy pissed me off enough? I'd turn him into a woman just to pass the time and watch them squirm, helpless and humiliated. Honestly, it was kind of funny."

Then, as if peeling away another layer of herself, she added, "B-But… I guess I can make an exception for you."

She glanced up at me again, and her voice trembled. Not with fear, but something more like reluctance blended with curiosity.

"Even though you're a man, you kind of remind me of Elise. She's an absolute bombshell of a woman. I don't like women at all, mind you… but I found her really attractive. That's why I did what I did earlier and turned you into a woman. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could make you mine. But that… didn't turn out how I planned."

Her eyes flicked to the side, avoiding my stare, fingers curling slightly as if gripping invisible tension in the air. She was visibly torn, but also oddly sincere.

Then, after a long pause filled with uncertainty and silence...

"W-Well… I guess you can have me…" she finally muttered. "I feel like I wouldn't mind."

A slow smirk spread across my lips.

The Black Witch was now willingly offering herself to me. Just like that.

I couldn't believe it.

I had her right where I wanted.

She was completely, utterly, in the palm of my hand.