The dark-purple orb shattered in Dorothy's palm like cheap glass, sending violet sparks dancing across the ruined living room of Lydia's cabin. A wave of raw, smoky magic rolled out—thick, sweet, and unmistakably charged.
Dorothy staggered, cheeks flushed crimson beneath those faint scars. "What the—? That never happens!"
Lilith's golden eyes gleamed with wicked delight. She pressed herself against Roy's side, purring right into his ear loud enough for all three of them to hear. "See? Even the universe wants you two to stop pretending. My Little Master's scent is lethal to tsundere witches."
Roy smirked, arms still crossed, but his gaze had already slid down Dorothy's body like a slow caress. The Death Witch's black dress had ridden up during the explosion, exposing long, pale thighs and the lacy edge of garter straps. She looked every inch the ancient temptress she was—curves for days, that sultry Monica-Bellucci face now wearing an adorable mix of fury and flustered heat.
"I am not—!" Dorothy started, but the words died when Roy stepped closer. One hand rose, slow and deliberate, brushing a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on the shell of her ear, tracing the sensitive skin.
"You were saying?" he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough.
Dorothy's breath hitched. The Death Witch, who'd once tried to soul-drain her own apprentice, who'd survived being chopped into pieces and sealed for five centuries, was suddenly weak in the knees because a twenty-something stud was looking at her like she was dessert.
Lilith giggled, sliding behind Dorothy and gently pinning her arms. "Go on, Little Master. She's been lonely for centuries. Show her what a real man feels like."
Dorothy's mouth opened—probably to curse them both—but Roy leaned in and kissed her instead. Hard. Hungry. The kind of kiss that said you're mine now. She tasted like midnight wine and ozone, and the second his tongue slipped past her lips she moaned like she'd been starving.
When he finally pulled back, Dorothy's golden-brown eyes were glassy. "Y-You… arrogant little—"
Roy's hand slid down her waist, gripping her hip possessively. "Say it again and I'll make you scream it while you come."
Lilith's delighted laugh echoed as she nipped at Dorothy's neck. "He's not bluffing, bestie. I've been there. Multiple times. Hours."
Dorothy's legendary willpower lasted exactly three more seconds.
Then Roy's fingers found the zipper of her dress and tugged it down in one smooth motion. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace bra and panties that looked far too expensive for a ghost who'd been in storage for five hundred years.
"Fuck," Roy breathed, drinking in the sight—full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, hips that begged to be gripped. "You're gorgeous."
Dorothy's face burned scarlet, but her thighs pressed together instinctively. "Shut up and—ahh!"
Roy had already dropped to one knee, hooking her leg over his shoulder. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss right against the damp lace covering her core. Dorothy's head fell back against Lilith's shoulder with a broken whimper.
Lilith cooed, one hand slipping into Dorothy's bra to roll a stiff nipple between her fingers. "That's it… let him taste how wet you are for my Master."
Roy hooked the lace aside and dragged his tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick. Dorothy's knees buckled; only Lilith holding her upright kept her standing. He didn't tease—he devoured. Lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently while two thick fingers sank inside her without warning.
"R-Roy—! Oh gods, it's been—nngh—so long—!"
Her walls clenched greedily around his fingers, dripping down his wrist. Roy hummed in approval, the vibration making Dorothy cry out. He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot until her hips jerked helplessly against his mouth.
Lilith whispered filthy encouragement right in Dorothy's ear. "Look at you… the mighty Death Witch riding my Little Master's tongue. Gonna come already? So eager…"
"I—I can't—fuck—I'm—"
Roy sucked harder, scissoring his fingers, and Dorothy shattered with a scream that rattled the broken windows. Her thighs trembled violently as she gushed against his mouth, hips grinding desperately while Lilith pinched both nipples at once.
Roy didn't stop until she was a shaking, whimpering mess. Only then did he stand, licking his lips like he'd just finished the best meal of his life.
Dorothy's eyes were half-lidded, chest heaving. "You… bastard…"
Roy grinned, already unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, flushed dark with need. Dorothy's gaze locked onto it and she whined.
Lilith helped her down onto all fours on the ruined couch, ass up, face pressed into the cushions. "Be gentle with her at first, Master… she's tight after five hundred years~"
Roy gripped Dorothy's hips, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked folds. "Tell me you want it."
Dorothy bit her lip so hard it nearly bled… then broke.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Please—please put it in, I need—"
Roy thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
Dorothy's scream was pure ecstasy. Her back arched, walls fluttering wildly around his girth. Roy groaned at how hot and tight she was, like velvet fire gripping him.
He didn't give her time to adjust—just started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her voice crack on every moan.
Lilith knelt beside them, kissing Dorothy sloppily while Roy railed her from behind. "Good girl… take every inch. You're going to be so addicted to my Master's cock you'll never want to leave."
Dorothy could only sob in pleasure, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Yes—yes—harder—fuck—I'm yours—!"
Roy reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles. "Come on my cock, Dorothy. Let me feel you milk me."
She came again with a broken wail, pussy spasming so hard Roy had to grit his teeth to keep from following her over the edge. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and slid back in missionary so he could watch her face.
Lilith straddled Dorothy's face without being asked. "My turn~ Clean me up while he breeds you."
Dorothy's tongue immediately went to work, licking and sucking Lilith's dripping pussy while Roy pounded her into the couch. The sight of the two ancient beauties—one riding the other's face, the other getting fucked senseless—had Roy's balls tightening fast.
He leaned down, capturing Dorothy's mouth in a messy, three-way kiss with Lilith whenever she lifted up.
"Come inside her, Master," Lilith moaned. "Fill our new family member up~"
Dorothy's eyes rolled back, legs locking around Roy's waist. "Yes—fill me—give me your cum—please—!"
Roy slammed deep one last time and erupted. Thick ropes of hot seed flooded her clenching pussy, so much it leaked out around his cock. Dorothy came again just from the feeling of being bred, body convulsing beautifully beneath him.
When he finally pulled out, a creamy mess dripped from her well-fucked hole. Lilith dove down immediately, licking it up with greedy little moans while Dorothy twitched and whimpered through aftershocks.
Roy sat back on the couch, breathing hard, a satisfied smirk on his face as the two gorgeous women curled up against him—one on each side, kissing his neck and chest.
Dorothy's voice was hoarse but smug. "Fine… I'll join your stupid family. But only because the sex is decent."
Lilith laughed brightly. "Liar. You're already addicted."
Roy just pulled them both closer, pressing a lazy kiss to each of their foreheads.
"Welcome to the harem, Death Witch. Round two in ten minutes—after I recover."
Dorothy's eyes widened, but the tiny, secret smile on her lips said everything.
True fragrance warning: fully activated.
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