You stood at the edge of the sinkhole, the ancient oaks whispering secrets as you peered down. There she was—Agnetha, her black cloak torn, clinging to the crumbling earth with fierce determination. Her curls tumbled like dark rivers over rounded hips, and the thin linen chemise clung to her elastic breasts, pink nipples teasing the fabric with each desperate breath.
"Hold on," you called, extending your hand. She grasped it, and you hauled her up by the waist, her slender body pressing against yours for a fleeting moment. She hugged you tightly, panting, before pulling back with a sharp, assessing gaze.
"Who are you, and how did you end up here?" you asked, eyeing the strange leather-bound book that had tumbled open in her lap.
Agnetha smirked, her voice laced with wit. "My name is Agnetha. I got lost—through worlds, it seems. And this? It's my mother's spell book. Don't tell me you're one of those men who think girls shouldn't read such things."
"Girls don't need books like that," you replied, your gaze drifting to the hollow between her breasts.
She laughed, bold and unyielding. "And men shouldn't look under girls' skirts, yet here you are, hungry as the wolves in my old woods. But you didn't lunge like the others. Interesting."
"I didn't look under your skirt," you protested, though your body betrayed you.
"But you want to, don't you?" Agnetha bit her lip, her hand sliding to the hem of her chemise. Slowly, she lifted it, revealing delicate knickers. "No one has worn these for two hundred years, you said? How quaint. I can take them off if you want."
Without waiting, she untied the ribbon and let them drop, exposing her fluffy dark mound and the promise beneath. "You saved me," she declared, stepping closer, strong and unafraid. "You could fuck me right here by this oak. But help me gain my magical power, and I'll be your fairy—granting every obscene desire you hide, even the dirtiest ones."
Her words ignited you. She pushed you against the tree, her lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss. Your cock hardened instantly as her hand freed it, stroking with wicked precision. "Mmm, already so hard for me," she teased, dropping to her knees for a blowjob that left you groaning, her tongue swirling expertly.
You spun her around, gripping her ass as she bent forward, horny and dripping. Her pussy was wet, glistening, and you thrust into her from behind, pounding deep while she panted and pushed back with equal force. Sweating bodies collided, her strong legs wrapping around as you flipped to the ground. She rode you hard, her breasts bouncing, until you both came in explosive waves—her cum dripping down your thighs as she cried out in triumph, granting the first taste of her magic.
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