Agnetha clutched the leather-bound spellbook as she slipped through the forest edge, her curly locks now waist-length and swaying against her rounded hips. The thin linen shirt rubbed her pink nipples with every step, sending sparks to the fluffy dark patch between her legs. "Little witch," her stepmother's voice echoed in her mind, but Agnetha smirked—she was no one's victim. A misstep sent her tumbling into an abandoned fox den beneath twisted oak roots. Dust settled, and there he stood: a stranger with curious eyes. "Who are you, and how did you end up here?" he demanded. "Agnetha. Lost. And this? A book of magic spells," she replied, biting her lip with a wicked glint. He scoffed, "Girls don't need to read such books." "True," she shot back, her voice sharp as thorns, "but men shouldn't peek under girls' skirts either." "I didn't look," he protested. Agnetha arched a brow, circling him like a predator. "But you want to, don't you?" Her hand caught the chemise's hem, lifting it slowly to reveal pale thighs and faded knickers. "No one's worn those in two centuries," he muttered, eyes widening. "I can take them off—if you want," she teased, untying the ribbon and letting them drop. "You saved me from the dark. Possess me, fuck me right here under this oak. But help me claim my magic, and I'll be your fairy—granting every filthy desire you won't admit aloud." She dropped to her knees, fingers tracing his bulging trousers. "Already hard for the little witch?" she purred, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and throbbing. Agnetha wrapped her palm around it, squeezing firmly while locking eyes with him. "Witty, aren't you? Most men beg. You negotiate." She licked the tip, tasting pre-cum, then engulfed him in a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he groaned. "Panting already? My pussy's dripping wet just watching you sweat." Rising, she straddled him against the oak, guiding his cock to her slick entrance. "No submission here—I'm taking what I want." With a spell whispered from half-closed lashes, his cock swelled thicker, veins pulsing, head plum-dark and leaking. She sank down, pussy clenching around the stretch, ass grinding as she rode him hard. "You'll ruin me," she exhaled, hips snapping, "but that's exactly what I crave." The knot at his base kissed her dripping folds, promising explosion. Her fingers smeared his cum-slick head, scenting peaches and lust. "Come for your fairy—fill my ass and pussy with every drop." Their panting synced, bodies slick with sweat, as the spell ignited an inferno neither could deny.
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