Agnetha had always been a survivor, not some damsel cowering from fate. Orphaned at eighteen with nothing but her mother's leather-bound spellbook, she'd endured her stepmother's sneers—'little witch'—and her stepsisters' petty cruelties. Now slender and striking, her waist-length curls swayed against rounded hips, her linen shirt barely containing the elastic swell of her breasts, pink nipples rubbing with every defiant step. She avoided eyes, knowing her lineage marked her, but on this spring day, the forest edge called.
Hiding in thorny thickets, the ground gave way beneath an old fox den. She tumbled into shadow, landing under an ancient oak. A stranger's voice cut through: 'Who are you, and how did you end up here?'
'Agnetha. Lost. What's with the strange book?' she shot back, clutching it.
'Girls don't need to read such books,' he said with a smirk.
She bit her lip, eyes flashing. 'And men shouldn't look under girls' skirts. But you want to, don't you?'
'I didn't look,' he protested.
'Yet.' Her hand slid to her chemise hem, lifting it slowly to reveal smooth legs and old-fashioned knickers. 'No one's worn these in two hundred years. I can take them off... if you want.' Without waiting, she untied the ribbon, letting them drop. 'You saved me. You can possess me—fuck me right here. But help me claim my magic, and I'll be your fairy, granting every obscene desire you won't admit.'
Her finger circled the swollen tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum. 'Hard already? How predictable.' She knelt, yanking down his trousers, her palm wrapping his throbbing length. 'Witty enough for you? Or shall I tease more?'
She stroked, feeling it pulse. 'This cock's aching for my pussy, isn't it? Dripping wet just thinking of it.' Agnetha whispered a spell; veins swelled, his cock thickening, lengthening, the head plum-dark and heavy. 'Bigger for my ass and mouth—imagine the blowjob now.' Pre-cum dripped like peach nectar, intoxicating.
Panting, she licked the tip, tongue flicking. 'Horny yet? My cunt's dripping for this.' She rose, guiding him against her wet folds under the oak. 'Fuck me—make me come, and I'll make you cum harder.' He thrust deep; she rode with fierce rhythm, sweating, her strong thighs clenching as spells heightened every sensation. The knot pressed her entrance, promising ruin. 'You'll ruin me,' she exhaled, eyes gleaming with want, 'but I demand it.' Their bodies slammed together, explosive release building—her pussy clenching, his cock erupting in thick cum as magic bound them.
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