Sam had always been a bit of a daydreamer, and as he stumbled through the Enchanted Woods, muttering spells under his breath, he was lost in thought. He didn't even notice the clearing up ahead until he was almost upon it.
As he approached, he saw a figure sitting in the middle of the clearing. A woman, he thought, but as he got closer, he realized she was no ordinary woman. She had horns and a tail, and her eyes glowed with a fiery light.
Sam stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to do. The woman stood up, revealing her ample assets, and looked him up and down. "Well, well, well," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "What do we have here? A little goat mage lost in the woods. How quaint."
Sam tried to compose himself, but his heart was racing. "I-I'm Sam," he stammered. "And you are?"
The woman chuckled. "You know who I am, Sam. I've been watching you."
Sam's eyes widened. "You have?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, I have. And I must say, you're rather uptight for a goat mage. You need to relax."
Sam blushed, unsure of how to respond. The woman took a step closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. "I'm going to give you the best tittyfuck of your life," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Sam's eyes widened even further, and he tried to back away, but the woman grabbed him and pulled him closer. "Don't be shy, Sam," she said, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You know you want it."
Sam was shocked. He had never been with a woman like this before, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt. The woman started to unbutton her top, revealing her perfect breasts. "Go on," she said, her voice husky. "Touch them. They're all yours."
Sam hesitated, but the woman's eyes were hypnotic, and he couldn't resist. He reached out and touched her breasts, and the woman moaned with pleasure. "That's it, Sam," she said, her voice breathy. "You're a natural."
The woman pushed Sam down onto the ground and straddled him. "Now, watch as I take control," she said, her voice filled with confidence.
Sam couldn't believe what was happening. The woman started to move her breasts up and down, grinding against Sam's crotch. He was in heaven and couldn't believe the pleasure he was feeling.
The woman leaned down and whispered in Sam's ear, "You like that, don't you? You're putty in my hands."
Sam couldn't help but moan in pleasure. The woman chuckled and said, "That's it, Sam. Let go."
Sam felt himself on the brink of release, but the woman stopped and said, "Not yet, Sam. I'm not done with you yet."
She started to move again, and Sam couldn't take it anymore. He released, and the woman collapsed onto him, spent. She looked at Sam and said, "See, Sam? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Sam was still in shock, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he had felt. "No," he said, his voice hoarse. "It wasn't."
The woman smiled and stood up. "Good," she said. "I'm glad. Until we meet again, Sam."
And with that, she disappeared into the woods, leaving Sam alone in the clearing, his mind racing with thoughts of their encounter.
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