Agnetha tumbled into the shadowed fox den, her linen chemise riding high over rounded hips as curly locks clung to her sweat-slicked skin. She rose, defiant, book clutched tight. "Who are you, intruder?" a voice demanded from the gloom. "Agnetha," she shot back, eyes flashing. "Lost, thanks to that caved-in earth. And this? My mother's spellbook. Men like you shouldn't pry." He smirked. "Girls don't need such dangerous tomes." "And men shouldn't peek under skirts," she countered, witty and unyielding. "Yet here you are, hungry for it." Her hand slid down, lifting the hem teasingly to reveal pale thighs and damp knickers. "No one wears these relics anymore," he observed. "I can take them off—if you want," Agnetha replied, strong and bold, untying the ribbon. They dropped, exposing her fluffy mound, already wet and dripping with desire. "You saved me. Possess me under this oak—fuck me raw. But aid my magic, and I'll be your fairy, granting every obscene wish." She circled his swelling cock with a fingertip, smearing pre-cum. "Hard already? How predictable." Panting, he watched as her spell swelled his veins, thickening the shaft to plum-headed glory. Agnetha knelt, horny and commanding, wrapping fingers that wouldn't close around it. "Blowjob first? Earn it." She licked viscous drops, breath fanning the head. "This cock's mine to command." He groaned, sweating, as her tongue teased, pussy aching and dripping. "You'll ruin me," she exhaled, eyes gleaming with want, not submission. The knot pressed her entrance—a promise. "Help me, and I'll make you come harder than you dream."
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