Mass release: 4/8
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Frustrated because she thought he didn't want her, because she had given him fuck-me-please eyes when she was eyeing him down, and he had done nothing. No, instead, he told her to bath and that she stinks, which got her wanting to cry for a load of mixed reasons, and then he had left. He left her there, and she knew, that he knew, that she was wet and craving for him, even though he's a beast.
"If that jerk didn't knew, he would have grabbed my ass like that," she groaned. "That pervert. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? How am desiring that… savage huge beast, with that hulking muscled body that can easily step on me, and… with that dick," she swallowed, her desire growing and thickening so much she could nearly smell it, "that monstrous dick that is definitely too big for me, but fuck, I want it."
Covering her burning face with both palms, she growled.
"What is wrong with me? He was rude, a brute, he slapped my butt without permission, and… and he said I stink. Damn it, I can't desire that offensive bastard, that arrogant brute, I'm a witch, we ain't pushovers, and I will not do anything. If he doesn't want me, fuck him," she raised both her middle fingers to the window. "And I don't stink," she snapped, then she went to grabbed the sponge to clean her body, but it moved.
It moved alone and she screamed, losing her seat on the bathtub and almost drowning in it, pushing herself up, standing on it, breathing heavily and mortified with even more embarrassment.
"Damned… cursed castle," she cried, struggling to catch a breath. "Can't you warn me before you fucking move?" She glared at the crème colored soon, that showed no sign of being sentient, "I'll lose my shit," Sera cursed, then sat down again, this time firmly. "Okay, pretty thing, you can… do what you do that, and… uh, bath me!"
With that command, the sponge moved, going to the squashing pale pink marble recipient at the side of the fountain of the bathroom, which she then realized to be soap, and with it on it, the sponge came to her and began to clean her skin, and she couldn't help inhaling the delicious scent of roses from the soap. Then, another recipient like the soap one moved and came to her hair, squashing a big amount of the strawberry and cinnamon scented shampoo on it, and invisible magical hands began to massage the shampoo on her scalp.
"Okay, this is nice," she giggled. "I can get used to it."
Seraphina closed her eyes and allowed the magic to clean her up, enjoying the magical free spa, and letting it care for her like she was never taken cared for in the nearly 21 years that she lived in locked up for.
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Sebastian hadn't felt that hard in centuries.
His balls were screaming to be cleaned from the cum stored in years and his cock was throbbing to be touched, to be given the attention needed. He had ran from Seraphina's room to his in the top of the castle, and he had teared his clothes apart as soon as he had gotten there, going to the bathroom and soaking himself in cold water, trying to ease the boiling of his skin. But his body only turned the cold water into hot one.
His paws grabbed his cock and he watched as he beat himself hard and aggressively, squeezing his paws around his cock. He tried to picture how tight Seraphina's cunt will be, how her tiny witch hands would handle his his cock, how full she would be of him. He cursed the curse, cursed his beast appearance, because had him been his true self, he wouldn't hurt her so much, and he would have been able to take her bare right there, when she gave him the dirtiest begging eyes ever.
When Sebastian inhaled, all he could breathe in was the scent of her arousal, sweet, addicting, overwhelming, hypnotizing, drugging. All he had wanted was to strip her and diving into her pussy, that he knew had to be throbbing for him, he wanted to eat her out, to fuck her cunt with his long beastly tongue, and he wanted to drink from her. He would need to ease her with his tongue, if she got used to it, he would be able to widen her enough to fuck her without breaking.
And when he heard her moaning his name and the scent of her being as spread as to get to his tower, he cursed. "Fuck, witchling, you will drive me insane," he cried, beating his cock harder, close. "I don't think I ever wanted a female this badly, even when I was… myself, Nora must be right. My witchling is probably my mate, I'll have to claim her by her birthday. That give me three days to try easing her, I can't fuck her yet, but I will!"
That thought was enough to make him explode.
"3 days and I'll be climaxing inside of her," he swore himself as he smeared his cum on his cock that was hard again. "After I claim her mine and consummate the bond, I'll make her fall for me and break the curse."
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Seraphina had picked the dark green dress with a corset on top and a skirt that descended her curves like a second skin, with down-the-sholders short sleeves, and a cleavage rectangular cut on the corset that showed a sexy bit of her considerably big for her rouher breasts. A dress that marks the shape of an hourglass that she inherited from her paternal bloodline, one that is said to be the sexiest shaped. She paired it with platform dark green heels to add some necessary height to her.
The green of the dress seemed to be made for a redhead like herself and when she looked in the mirror, she felt… powerful, hot, like a sexy and jaw-dropping female, mature and beautiful like she never felt before. She asked the magical make-up table and mirror for a dark smoky make-up with dark red lips, but in a way it wouldn't cake her face up, and it did a perfect job. Then, she had her nails done a darker green than her dress, put on some emerald jewels, and sprayed a sensual perfume.