Chapter 35 Milked By The Witch--Ii

• His chest was painted in cum and spit, slick from sweat, and glistening with the witch’s juices. He lay limp beneath her, thighs trembling, lips parted in disbelief. Two orgasms, back-to-back, harder than anything he’d felt in his life—and yet, his cock refused to soften. It pulsed inside her like it belonged there, thick and swollen, still being milked by every flex of her cunt.
• She stayed seated on him, her slick heat still wrapped tight around his shaft. Her eyes glowed now, pupils wide with hunger. Her hair was wild, skin flushed and marked with faint runes that shimmered like blood beneath the moonlight. She traced a fingertip across his sternum, cooing like he was a prized beast.
• “You’re fighting less,” she murmured, dragging her cunt in a slow, teasing circle around his base. “That’s good. The knot will take better that way.”