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(Nya) Advances

Defective Witch

Warts the size of toads, that's what witches need. Not a fancy cloak, and a frantic desire to breed. Something's off in her head, without a smidgen of doubt. It's no wonder her coven of witches tried to cast her out. She needs to crave for alcohol, and drink until she's drunk. Now she's staring at the dog and talking like a punk. This witch is a disaster, but she's pretty so I'll let it slide. If I didn't, and I couldn't get her off of nyaster, then it would hurt my pride.

Size

Why does everyone else have really large breasts. Did something go wrong with the growth of my chest? Though nyaster once told me that flat is the best. Did he just say it to comfort me, and said different to the rest? I'm feeling inferior now, I've got no bouncy fat. I can't help it if I'm small, I used to be a cat.

I'm gonna go collapse from exhaustion now

My claws are sharpened, teeth are clean. My fluffy orange fur has a healthy glowing sheen. Nyaster walks in the door, there's no-one else in the house. I crouch in position as if I was trying to catch a mouse. Nyaster falls on his bed, and I pounce on his arm. His slightly sweaty skin is really really warm. I pull myself closer, and whisper in her ear. But what I'm saying is too quiet for even him to hear. I want him to myself, while all the others are gone. Only when we're both about to pass out in bed will I consider us done.

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His breath is hot and heavy, my tongue is long and wet. We're both panting and out of breath, but we haven't even started yet. His hand finds it's way to my breast, and he starts kneading and rubbing. I move my own down to his crotch and find his penis throbbing.

His beatiful black eyes gaze right into mine, and I think that so long as we have each other we'll be fine. So other girls may come, let them come, let them try. But there shall be no-one better suited for nyaster than I. I take off his shirt, and he tears off my blouse. I want him to accept me as his only spouse. Our lips reconnect, our tongues intertwine. His kisses are sweeter than the witch's fake wine.

I pump his long dick that barely fits in my hand. His fingers go down to my holy land. I cry out in pleasure, feeling jolts up my spine. He looks at me in concern, but I tell him I'm fine. My skirt's fallen off, leaving my panties to bare. He takes that off, too, and takes a moment to stare. I blush a little, and stick his thing inside. I moan and I gasp, his dick stretching me wide.

He grabs my ass tight, and moves up on top. The position's a little awkward, but I don't want him to stop. He pounds me even harder, and I push him in deep.

Our breaths become labored, we're both close to finishing. He shoots it inside, and I feel my womb filling. I sigh in content, and breathe in his scent. I feel myself fading, falling asleep. But nyaster goes back to moving his hips, and I try to open my eyes a peep. When he notices me fighting the sandman's embrace he pats me on the head. He places a blanket over me, and settles me in bed.

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...Welp, spoke too soon. She still passed out. Oh well, at least they came once.