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Sisters of the Mists Ch. 19

by Darkniciad 01/13/18

As the image of Marlena and Danica faded, Ashley sat up, scooted across the rumpled sheets and lay a hand on Celes' shoulder. "Are you okay?"

The dark-haired witch drew in a long, stuttering breath. "I'm sorry, dearie."

"You don't have anything to apologize for."

Celes' sigh and her slumping shoulders disagreed.

"I haven't known any of you as long as you've known each other, but you can talk to me, Celes. I know what you have with Danica is complicated."

Her voice barely audible, Celes said, "I just don't know how to do this."

"So talk to me. Maybe I can help." Though she knew it was a risk, Ashley edged in even closer and ran her fingers through her sister witch's hair.

"I don't even know what I'm thinking or feeling any more."

Andrea had talked to Ashley late into the night once about what had happened in the years before meeting her. The blonde witch only had the vaguest notion of the true horrors the other three had endured, but she had known enough. The bond Ashley shared with her sister witches told her the rest.

"Celes, with everything you've endured, don't you think you're entitled to confused feelings?"

"I... I was with my love so long before Zoraster took her from me. It felt right, only having her in my life."

"And now your affections are divided."

Celes nodded. "Aye. It's different with Danica, too."

"You don't think you have enough love to share?"

The dark-haired witch let out a snort. "The easy way out."

"Not a way out at all," Ashley countered. "Are you committed to anyone?"

"Well, no. There's something more between Danica and me, but I don't think either of us is sure about it."

"So who are you hurting? Other than yourself, I mean."

Celes' brow furrowed, and she sighed. "I know you're right. I couldn't have come here tonight if I didn't feel that way. Sorry I'm ruining the moment."

"Well, technically, that's Marlena and Danica's fault," Ashley responded with playfulness in her voice. "Besides, you don't have anything to apologize for." She shivered — still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm — and her voice dropped an octave, taking on a sultry tone. "Nothing at all."

Ashley stiffened and gasped when — far away in Blackhawk Hall — Andrea and her young lover recovered enough to once more seek outlet for their rising passions.

Celes shuddered, feeling the arousing connection to Andrea as well. "Gods, do they ever plan to get out of bed?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"I don't think either of us are going to get anything accomplished while that's going on." Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Danica did tell us to pick up where we left off."

"I don't know if... Don't know if I can."

"There's only one way to find out."

Despite her words, Celes melted into the redhead's kiss.


Marlena giggled as she turned back toward the tent and went inside. "It's at it again."

Danica knew exactly what her friend was talking about. From the moment she'd seen Celes and Ashley together, the illusion of a cock in her pants had started rising. The thing was throbbing and felt as if it was going to escape her pants of its own volition.

"Well, at least it had good reason," Danica quipped as she pushed through the canvas flap, and then closed it behind her.

The illusionist blushed, but nodded her head. "Do you want to try to make it go down before I remove the illusion? If you can feel it as well as you're describing, it could be uncomfortable."

Danica had an entirely different idea, and she let a sly smile creep across her face — which she hoped translated properly onto her illusionary face. "Actually, it seems a pity to waste it."

Marlena gasped, covering her mouth. "You don't mean..?"

"Let's see just how good your illusion is," Danica answered as she gave the incessantly nagging organ between her legs a squeeze.

"Do you think it will really work?" She gasped again when Danica pulled off her shirt, revealing her muscular — if illusionary — chest.

The Awakening surged within Danica, and she groaned from both the rush of electric desire shooting through her and the intense throbbing it caused in her cock. "Only one way to find out."

Marlena's breathing quickened, and she tugged at the belt of her robe. Danica let out a moan and bent a leg to pull off her shoe as the illusionist let the belt hang loose and went to work on ivory buttons.

Danica's clothing pooled on the floor until she was wearing nothing but a tented pair of pants. She stepped toward the bed and slid her fingers into Marlena's parted robe. Gliding the digits upward, she pushed the cloth off the illusionist's shoulders. The sight of Marlena clad in only her bra and panties set off another throb between her legs.

It was Marlena who took the initiative then. A shudder rippled through her as she reached out and jerked down Danica's pants, letting the cock beneath spring free.

Once again Danica had a burst of insight into the male psyche as the organ bobbed rapidly in the air. The thing seemed to be demanding that she pull Marlena's head down and push her cock between her friend's lips.

Face flushed and with her eyes locked on Danica's erection, Marlena unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side, where it dangled from the edge of the bed. While Danica pushed down her pants to step out of them, Marlena lay back and pushed down her panties.

They were still dangling from the illusionist's right foot when Danica dived in.

Marlena let out a surprised sounding yelp as Danica tongued her folds. Acting on impulse, Danica tried to imitate the urgent, rougher lapping that many men she'd been with had exhibited. The way Marlena squirmed under her assault indicated that it was doing the trick. All the while, Danica's cock throbbed, demanding attention.

Danica devoured her friend with gusto that was part playacting and part true hunger. After only a minute or so, she had to curl her fingers around the other redhead's thighs to keep the squirming woman in position. Holding on tight, she kept up the pressure, assaulting Marlena's clit with her tongue.

"Please. Inside me," Marlena suddenly gasped, pushing on Danica's head.

Face glistening with Marlena's juices, Danica pushed up from between her friend's legs, and then used them as handles to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Trying to guide her bouncing cock was a novel sensation, but she soon pressed it against Marlena's moist folds.

They both groaned as it sank in.

There was something a little off as Danica pumped her hips. At first, she thought it was simply the adjustment to having an almost real, hard cock between her legs, rather than one of her magical imitations of one. After finding her rhythm, she still felt it, though.

Marlena was an entirely different story. The illusionist groaned with each deep penetration, back arching every time Danica's balls slapped against her. "Oh yes. Faster. It feels so good."

Despite the slightly off sensation, Danica could certainly feel her friend's hot walls slipping along her illusionary cock. She took Marlena's words to heart, using experience from wearing her magical substitutes to build up a quick rhythm. The familiar smacks of flesh on flesh added to Danica's own excitement, and she began to feel the first tingles of building pressure, though they were behind her mound, rather than in her new appendage.

Marlena's breasts bounced erratically, and she clawed at the sheets. Danica knew her friend was climbing rapidly toward a peak, but she decided to help it along. The illusionist let out a loud yelp when Danica's fingers began to flash over her clit.

As good as Danica's magical constructs were, they were nothing compared to having a hard cock between her legs. She had far more control of the angle and strength of her thrusts, and no harness biting into her skin or slipping at just the wrong moment. The sensation of driving her cock into Marlena's depths spurred her to even greater efforts, and sweat began to trickle down her body. Her fingers kept up the pressure on the other redhead's clit.

Marlena's head lifted up off the pillow and she sucked in a rapid series of gasps, each having a whimpering quality. With the last, the illusionist stiffened, her mouth dropped open, and her lower lip quivered for a pair of heartbeats. Then she gave a great lurch, and screamed to the canvas roof above as her orgasm claimed her.

Danica dug her fingers into her lover's thighs, keeping Marlena in place so she could keep thrusting. The illusionist's juices squirted out around Danica's fast-thrusting cock, though the sound was almost completely drowned out by Marlena's relentless series of whimpers, squeals, and screams.

Her own passions soaring, Danica continued to drive her cock into Marlena's depths, sending the woman into multiple orgasms. Over and over, Marlena's cries would soar when a new shockwave of climax ripped through her body. She thrashed, knocking pillows off the bed and tenting the sheets in her tightly clenched fists.

Danica was perched on the cusp of ecstasy, but nothing seemed to be able to push her over. She tried speeding up, slowing down, and every possible angle, but nothing seemed to be sufficient to end her torment, allowing her to tumble over the edge into orgasm. As good as the illusion was, she simply didn't have that last ounce of sensation necessary to make her climax.

When Marlena's breathing grew ragged, Danica pulled free with a frustrated whimper. "Damn it," she almost sobbed.

Somehow, Marlena knew, and the still climaxing woman had just enough presence of mind to break her illusion with a trembling gesture.

Danica yelped as she felt the weight of her breasts tugging her forward and drops of wetness trickling from her labia to run down her legs. Still kneeling over Marlena's quivering body, Danica thrust four fingers hard into her depths while the other hand went to work on her clit. In only a few heartbeats, she shrieked as she reached a long denied peak.

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