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reached the juncture of girl’s thighs. Touching the sleeping girl’s parts the High Priestess found her to be dry and unyielding.

 

Yet, Mersa’s fingers worked their spell, entering the girl with no regard to rub inside her and at her core. In only moments the young Witch was withering beneath her touch, her lips opening willingly in a low confused moan.

 

Rvea’s knees drew up and shut together tightly, yet Mersa’s hand was already between them and well at work. Knowing the girl wouldn’t wake after such a grueling ritual, the High Priestess hissed in the girl’s ear.

 

“Our God may have chosen you for this task, yet I will make sure you do not succeed. For his next prize shall be me… and me alone, young virgin,” Mersa snapped, turning her pleasuring touch into something both harsh and jerking.

 

Beneath her the young Witch quivered, turning her ear from Mersa’s chilling lips.

 

All too soon the girl cried out, arching her back and clamping down with her inner muscles around Mersa’s fingers. Wanting nothing more than to tear the girl’s prize hymen from her body, Mersa withdrew her hand before she could do anymore.

 

Their God would be angry if she did anymore to the sleeping Witch…

 

With the spell cast and successfully energized, the High Priestess stood licking the younger Witch’s juices from her fingers. Glancing around them, the tiny moon-haired Witch turned, spitting a foul curse on the ground beside the slumbering girl.

 

She was unaware of the crystalline blue eyes that watched her… She did not know the young Siren girl had watched, and felt for herself, the entire affair between the two Witches. Those sad blue eyes silently watched as the beautiful light haired Witch disappeared into the dense fog of the late night.

 

Once alone she felt between her legs touching the strange wetness that had come from her in that thrilling moment. Curiously she gazed over at her sleeping companion, seeing she was exposed for all to see…

 

With a hesitant hand the girl reached out and touched the other’s center. Not at all surprised to find it both warm and wet to the touch as well. Only then did she realized how closely she was now bonded to the Witch.

 

Lowering her companion’s strange clothing, the girl nestled closer to the Witch, covering them both with the blanket once more… suddenly finding herself all the more determined to protect the kind Witch.

 

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Okay, so I’m so sorry about any mistakes in this, it’s literally 6 AM right now, but I FINALLY completed this chapter~!! I’ve never had writer’s block as bad as I did with this chapter, even doing a paragraph a day was excruciating… So please excuse the wait, I hope you enjoyed, but I’m sure I will have to go back and fix a lot in this… it is after all very rough draft. Just so you know… Rvea is 16, the Siren Girl is 65 but looks only about twelve, and Mersa… only her God knows her age XD

 

Plz RnR n tell me what a sick shit I am~!! :D

 

-RPS

 

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Publication Date: 02-04-2015

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