The Witch's Brew
Sex with the devil strips the witch of her very soul.
Pleasure and pain twisted transcendently, contorting with the curves of my breasts as he thrust. My head turned in an expression of ecstasy, screaming across the field. I clawed, drawing him deep to climax, dripping with desire as the devil pushed deeper, taking his due. My soul for this moment, remembering eternal his one-touch, damned to watch others with only this memory, celestial in one fleeing embrace. He filled me,...