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"Undress yourself," Arnar commanded, exploiting her vulnerability as she stood there alone, without a man or husband to shield her.
Cast away by humans and rejected by the elves, the witch had grown wings and lived a life akin to a butterfly, trapped in an illusionary existence for centuries.
"You're not my king to issue such orders," she retorted, meeting his eyes defiantly.
"True, but I could end your pitiful life right here by severing your head. Is that what you truly desire?" Arnar taunted.
The witch cleared her throat, but her voice was steady. "And then you'll never attain the vision."
Arnar settled more comfortably in his seat, tapping his lap with his right hand, signaling for her to approach. "Do you think I'm desperate for your vision? Whether you reveal it or not, I will uncover it on my own."
The witch's eyes widened, a surge of rebellion coursed through her. Yet, she knew another opportunity to be with a man might not present itself anytime soon. Reluctantly, she walked towards him, her steps were hesitant, and cautiously seated herself on his lap.
Arnar studied her intently, his eyes fixed on her ample bosom that seemed as if two clouds had merged into one. Without delay, he reached out and grasped her left breast, his hands sank into the velvety softness that resembled a silk pillow. "Undress yourself," he repeated with a commanding tone.
Obeying his command without hesitation, the witch discarded her gown, her magical butterfly wings dissolved into thin air.
She now stood completely naked before Arnar, who admired the curves of her pear-shaped body, his gaze lingered upon her form.
The wide hips moved as she walked, and the ass in front of him was moving with those hips.
The butt was bouncing back and forth with each step, making it impossible to look away from her. Then she turned around and bent over at the waist a bit, showing off her thick thighs and small waist. The witch then took one leg up and placed it against the wall while she reached down with both hands, pulling her sacred lips open, exposing herself to Arnar completely.
He could see that her pink folds were shiny wet, and there was enough moisture on them for her thighs to be visibly wet as well.
"What do you think? Does it look enough?" she asked Arnar, turning around again so he could get a better view of those huge knockers.
They looked even bigger when they were up close, especially since her nipples were rock hard and standing tall.
"Do you like it?" she asked him, thinking that she held any power against him, cupping them in her hand and letting Arnar gaze wander all over them. "They're real aren't they?"
She stood up and brought the boobs closer to his face and Arnar felt their weight in his hands.
They were heavy but not too heavy, just perfect for grabbing onto and squeezing it again.
She leaned forward again and let her breasts slide into his mouth.
They tasted a little sweaty, which made them feel even more erotic than before. Arnar sucked them hungrily, trying to get every last drop of juice out of them.
Her nipples were still standing straight up in the air and sticking out the side of his mouth, almost like they wanted another tongue on them.
When she pulled away she looked at Arnar with those seductive eyes and put her finger against his chin. "Go ahead," she whispered.
So he did. She watched intently as the elf king sucked on them, swirling his tongue around them and licking them clean.
There wasn't any taste left on them, so he went back to sucking them until they began to ache and she was moaning softly.
"Aaah!"
It got hard inside his pants, and Arnar couldn't help but wonder if it would be able to fit between those massive jugs of hers.
"Ahh...that's good," she moaned. "I bet you want to tease my tits now, don't you?" It's been a long time since she tasted a man, so she had to seize this opportunity.
Arnar Removed the pants to reveal a very erect penis. He didn't need much encouragement. The elf grabbed her by the neck and kissed her deeply while he slipped his pride into her cleavage.
"Aaah-"
That was enough to make her moan loudly, and when he started thrusting slowly into her giant boobs she came undone.
She fell backwards onto the floor and Arnar stood up, lifting her legs up over his shoulders and plunging his dick deep inside her.
"Oh fuck!" she cried.
He was thrusting into her faster now, as hard as he possibly could.
"Please…"
The sensation of being inside her was incredible, and he tried not to come too soon.
"-Ah!"
She was moaning loudly and gasping for breath, as if she was having trouble breathing. When he felt himself getting close she grabbed Arnar's head and kissed him passionately.
"Oh Sacred Gods!!!!" she yelled.
Her body shook and her legs clamped tightly around the king's back.
She was panting heavily and squeezing her insides around his penis, milking every last drop of semen out of him.
His balls had been empty for a long time and he came with a lot more force than usual.
Arnar felt his cum shooting into her hot body, filling her up with his sacred seed.
"Fuck!" He shouted, realizing what he just did.
The witch's reaction to Arnar's took an unexpected turn. In a sudden surge of strength, she seized him by the neck.
Her eyes bore into his, emanating a dark intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
"Veronila…"
As their gazes locked, a rush of energy surged through Arnar, penetrating his consciousness. In that moment, the witch projected a vivid vision into his mind's eye.
He saw an army of elves, resplendent in their regalia, poised for battle. Among them stood his wife, Lyra, her eyes blazed determination and fire. In her hands, she cradled a pulsating heart, radiating a mesmerizing glow.
Arnar gasped, his mind reeled from the revelation that Lyra held the heart of the elves. A shock and realization washed over him. With a swift motion, he forcefully removed the witch's grip from his neck, distancing himself from her.
"So she's the one, huh," Arnar uttered, with a blended voice of agony. The puzzle pieces started to fall into place, and the weight of his responsibilities pressed upon him.
The witch, caught off guard by his sudden withdrawal, eyed him warily. She knew she had exposed a crucial truth, one that would shape the path ahead.
The silence between them was uncomfortable with unspoken questions and the weight of their action.