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"Very serious, last I remember when you're serious there's a kick to my head and a demand to be released but right now?"

Surely then they won't mind the slight slide of her swimsuit, Gavial's hands under her, lifting her hips up. The audacity of this reptile, to simply handle the other's body with such ease.

Parking her legs over her shoulders, and making far better use of those lips and tongues. Taking a direct taste of this Lupo, tongue first, to make things a little easier.

Enjoying herself a fine meal, eating Pozemka out slowly, ensuring not too much weight is left on her wrists, happy to do most of the lifting.

"Oh don't be silly."

Nom. She's playing now, marking a few little bites on the inner thigh.

"I seem to recall an invitation recently, no one's coming here anyways. It's my soaking time, so why don't we finally have a little fun." A few more kisses, before parking her body up against Pozy's.

"You've been teasing me wayyyy too long I think."

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Currently my strongest unit by a mile.

And it's Sakuya.

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"That's a good girl, let it out~" Hearing her break into a moan, knowing full well by the morning, poor Milla will be wrestling with how good it felt, and how much she wished it never happened. But for now? Right now?

Jeane would slowly ease her legs up, crawling slowly onto the bed, pushing Milla's ankles up by her head, her arms trapped down by her side. She'd pull the blankets up and over them as Jeanne slotted herself perfectly into her womb.

Covering them, the weight of Jeanne, of the blankets, pinning Milla is a very enclosed mating press. Where Jeanne could simply roll her hips for the evening, pumping load after load inside Milla, while the poor girl was forced to feel every little bit of pleasure.

Jeanne wouldn't let her sleep, she wouldn't let her pass out, if she had to use magic to make it happen. She would, wanting to kiss and bite Milla underneath her for the evening.

After all, Milla did get them the room for the night. It would be rude of Jeanne to leave now, not when she has such a desire to keep cumming inside of her. Body's pressed together, almost like lovers.

Almost, if not for how much Jeanne ensured Milla was pinned like this. A toy to be thrusted in and out of. Cum leaking from her for hours to follow.

Somehow, being called her favorite type of woman didn't really sit very well as a compliment for her. And it wasn't exactly a mystery as to why. Having her arms and hands pulled on as she'd feel the full force of Jeanne's cock. "Oooh!!!!~" Something about that final push just made her. So... Horny. She couldn't fight it anymore, she'd tried for so long but she finally gave in.

"Aaahhh...!!~" She'd potentially give Jeannne that slutty response she'd been waiting for, no longer caring about how ashamed she'd feel for giving in, how she'd feel that a large amount of cum just got dumped into her. Feeling the thrusts stop, and now it all came rushing in, giving out a loud moan as she twitched. "N-Nggh..." She felt frozen in place, she didn't know what happens next, but right now. She didn't care.

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"I think, Milla. You're my favorite type of woman.." Jeanne's hips pushed hard, her cock finally inside Milla's womb. The bulge on her belly so easily seen from Jeanne's size and the depth she was at.

She pulls on Milla's hands and arms, trying to slot her so perfectly down as she continues to play with words. "Holding on, even though the pleasure is twisting your brain. Even though your pussy is clamping down on me, you still won't lash out."

She forces another kiss to her lips, a deeply passionate one, tongue mixing with tongue as she bites on Milla's lip a moment then stops. "I just like seeing you all with such fight, it thrills me. So... let me hear it."

She whispers to her, "That slutty side of you, while I cum loads and loads inside."

True to her word, the sudden rapid pace she takes, the swelling of her cock, the clear bulge in Milla's belly. It all comes to a head when Jeanne's hips stop harshly, and a torrent of cum is poured inside. Hot and thick, the volume far more copious than one might think possible. The witch hellbent on impregnating this lord of spirits, her Milla.

"Ah..." What were these feelings? This.... Sensation, though it was thoroughly explained. It still... Was confusing, the way she felt, with a sensation of disgust and pleasure, but hate? Milla had enemies, and she saw this witch as one of them, but she could never admit hatred to anyone, even if they'd done something terrible.

"I-I... I don't love... Or hate you... I-I think... You're a deranged person... Why would... You want me to hate you...? It doesn't make sense... But I... I can't deny... This feels.... Good." She'd finally admit it. The sensation of Jeanne pushing everything into only made her moan, she felt blissful but also horrible at the same time with her hands intertwined, feeling great, but awful. This conflict of emotions grew tiresome.

"I won't say I hate you. But I do think you're a vile woman." Despite everything, she could only accept and take what was happening. Which was being bred by this woman.

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"My Milla. That's right." Another thrust, then stillness. She left her cock right at Milla's womb, pushing ever so slightly, allowing the other's arousal to slowly welcoming her into the depths of her body. Then, she could really have her find, messing with Milla's emotions and physical feelings as she proceeded.

"My blood is cursed, anyone...anyone at all who drinks it, becomes addicted to me. Forever, sure for days you can ignore it..." Another nudge, another desire to pierce inside.

"But every so often, you'll be searching me out. Needing a taste, just to feel right." Her hands interlocked with Milla's, like lovers would in bed, holding each other's hands closely, rocking her hips. Like pure raw baby making sex.

"Oh they won't make you love me... I love the sting of the word, 'I hate you'." Jeanne gently bites Milla's lip, kissing her cheek as she pushes all her weight forward to pop into their womb.

"Say it.. say how you feel, how good it is, how much you hate me, how much it twists your insides knowing this witch is about to breed you."

"Aah... I-I... I don't understand....." She was holding on. But... Her feelings were conflicting. "What... What have you... Done to me...? Why do I suddenly want this...?" She'd have her body defying her soul. Her mind.

"What promise...? I never promised you anything!!" She'd respond somewhat angrily. But her thrusts only made her desire Jeanne more, even against her will. "I-Is your blood.... What's causing these feelings...?" She'd mostly be thinking out loud.

"Y-Your Milla??" She'd repeat, almost shocked she was still proclaiming her, trying to own her. Like she was a posession, but she found herself struggling to fight, she wanted to hang on. Hang on...

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"Hehe.. oh Rose." Her hand gently stroked over Rose's head as she went for the bite, that feeling of someone trying to itch back at her, how nice it was. That gentle pet turned into a harsh grip, forcing Rose against her neck to lap up more blood.

She'd make the girl face her entirely, straddling in her lap, Jeanne's other hand on her ass, slapping it before pushing her right down to the base of Jeanne's large cock.

The hot flow of cum spurted inside, filling every inch of Rose and then some. If she leaned back at all, she'd lose that kiss as Jeanne had no intention of stopping. She'd continue to fuck Rose, cumming repeatedly as she was pushed into Jeanne's blood.

"If I knew you wanted this so badly...I would of bred you ages ago. Come on, Rose."

Another slap to her rear, the steady flow of hot cum not stopping. "Bite harder~ you don't want that mark to heal away do you?"

"Leaving only you with the burden of being marked."

Rose would have argued more. Jeanne wasn't nice.. She knew that, though that was partly what was so attractive about Jeanne, but then Jeanne said something that Rose wasn't necessarily prepared for. "W-what?" She answered via telepathy once more. She couldn't communicate verbally from all the panting. "But I don't want t-..." She couldn't finish her words as she came at the same time as Jeanne.. Did Jeanne force this to happen?.. Rose could barely think straight at this point. All she could feel was pleasure.

However, she was coherent enough to focus on Jeanne's lips, her own brushing against them, before biting on the witch's neck, drawing blood. She knew this would only increase her own arousal.. only bind her more to Jeanne, but at this moment, she didn't care. She just wanted to bite. She wanted to bite out of spite for Jeanne forcing her to have her kid, out of reluctant love she had for the witch, and to mark Jeanne as Jeanne had marked her.

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"Milla~ Oh Milla what's this?" Jeanne knocked away her hands, shedding her dress to allow her large mature breasts to bounce free. Bringing her hands now, with Jeanne's permission to her soft breast, she would buck her hips just to see Milla squirm with pleasure.

"Milla are you breaking our promise? You get to walk free from this, feeling oh so good, as long as you don't let your hate go." Another thrust, the tip of her cock threatening to enter Milla's womb.

"My blood's addictive isn't it? A need for me.. but it's your body that's gripping down hard on my cock. What's this?"

She leans down to let Milla near her lips, "You're holding on so tight, with just a little pleasure induced into you.."

"I wonder... how safe of a day is it for you, MY Milla."

"A-Aah... Wh-What have you...." She couldn't understand it... She... She wanted this... It felt good to her. She was moaning more, louder. Even bucking her hips into the woman's continued thrusts, Milla was so confused. Her body wanted this, but her mind said this was wrong. What was going on? Obsession? What was Jeanne even on about?

"Y-Your blood... Is.... Doing this to me...??" It made sense now. But now Milla felt a bit powerless to get away. "I-I... Like this..." She'd blurt out. Doing so quite subconsciously. Her hands reaching for her body, feeling her, wanting her. She wanted more. "Aah...~!" She'd let out a throatly moan as she felt the woman's hands at her waist and being fucked harder than before.

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The first few kisses were for her breasts, her nipples, but that bloody one was for Millia's lips. A string of red saliva between them as Jeanne's pace started to pick up, watching Millia's breasts bounce with the force of her thrusts.

"It's obsession, and I am obsessed with you. I will not deny it...but I promise you, you will walk out of here...free as a butterfly~ But I will always be chasing you." Another push, a clear bulge as her cock rubbed against her womb.

Every thrust, and now the blood, it acted as an amplifier, ever movement felt five time as good, burning inside Millia like a fire of passion. Sick and twisted, "do you feel it?"

"That itch? The taste of my blood binds you to me... like an addiction, how does it feel? Tell me, claw at me. See?" She releases Millia's hands, placing her own on Millia's waist to fuck her harder.

"N-Nggh...!!" She'd feel the buldge inside of her, she was going so deep in her, and it made her feel sick that she had to stifle moans from it. Feeling the kisses, particularly one where she had tasted blood. Did she... Draw blood from herself?? Why?? She didn't understand.

"I...I don't know how you can do this and call this love.... Or pleasure.... This is... This..." Milla was deep in thought but suddenly... She felt confused. What was she fighting for? She had to shake it off. But... This was suddenly starting to feel good, the moans were stifiling a little less than before.

"I-I... I want to leave...!" She'd try to fight whatever these conflicting feelings were, not letting her will be so easily shifted. "I don't want any of this!!"

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Though her kiss was broken, Jeanne didn't let Rose lean too far away, that twisted feeling inside her started to bounce a little. Letting Rose's frame shift on her cock, watching carefully as she struggled to feel both pleasure and discomfort.

"Oh but I am nice, look..." She inched forward, "I'm letting my pet kiss me, who would do that~ Who would gift you something so lovely too..." Another thrust, another bounce, a firmer hold on her chin.

"I'm so nice, I think I'll let you have my child Rose, how's that sound? A gift from me, so precious you can't let it go.. not ever." A distinct feeling inside, her Jeanne was forcing Rose's body to prepare for it. So they could cum together a second time, right now, right here.

A push, an offering of her lips. "Come take it, my lovely cute Rose."

"Take. It. All."

Another load of cum, thick, poured deep inside until Rose's belly swelled. Jeanne not letting her wiggle away at all, she could kiss, or simply moan like a slut. Jeanne didn't care.

Despite being pretty overwhelmed at this point, Rose still heard the praise. She loved being praised like this. Honestly it made her just.. want to snuggle into Jeanne more. She knew Jeanne didn't truly love her. She knew this was a fantasy, but she wanted to believe this was real. She wanted to be happy. And then Jeanne roughly changed her position.

Despite not being able to feel pain, being switched around with Jeanne's length still inside her, felt uncomfortable to say the least. Rose let out noise, a combination between a moan and a yelp. It honestly felt like her insides were being churned. Before she could say anything. Before she could protest, she was pulled into a kiss.

Rose knew what was coming soon, and yet, all she wanted to focus on was this kiss. Was this moment between them. Forcing her tongue inside Jeanne's mouth, her moans muffled as Jeanne pumped away.

When the kiss broke, all Rose could do was pant like a tired and hot dog. "You.. call that nice? ha... ha.... ha..." Rose said between pants.

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"You're free to move see." Though Millia breaks Jeanne's hold, the witch doesn't stop her hips. She pulls her leg up and let's Millia roll, letting the blonde twist with Jeanne's large shaft inside of her.

It takes a moment but Jeanne manages for another instance at least, to push Millia's arms over her head and pin them. Leaning against her bare chest to pepper her with kisses, playing with her breast before gazing up to her.

Another thrust, a deep one that slaps against Millia's depths.

"Make no mistake. I am genuine in how I feel, I never lied... I do want you. But the way I want people, clearly doesn't align with what soft love you've experienced." Another thrust, a clear bulge of her cock as she reaches deeper. Facing Millia she inches towards her lips.

"I'll let you come and go..." Jeanne bites her lip, enough for a hint of blood to form.

"I'll drown you in pleasure, I'll make even the slightest poke of my finger feel good." As she already had been funneling that feeling through her touch before, "I just want you to promise me."

"You'll never stop trying to break free darling."

She could feel her, among other things. To hear the betrayal of her truth. It hurt to hear. It seemed all Jeanne wanted was to use Milla, and she let her do it so easily... She trusted her without a thought. How could she have been so naiive?

"N-No!! I am a Maxwell!! I belong to no one!!" She'd proclaim again, though she found herslef unable to figure out what to do. One false move and it'd probably end badly for her. Despite her pride, it seemed to be all for naught. "I am not happy... I don't like this... This is wrong..." She'd give a defeated tone. But one thing bothered her. The last word she said to her.

"F-Forever...?" She began to piece together that not only was she being taken advantage of, but.... That now she may effectively become this woman's slave..?

"Let. Me. Go." She'd no longer be asking. "I will no longer abide by this..." She'd then try to force her way out, attempting to rip her hands free.

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Just the soft pushes between her legs at first, at least until Jeanne had her body weight on Millia. A light thing really, easily enough to be thrown against the wall, through the door, any of it.

But her hands now returned to a happy controlling grip on Millia, one on her neck, the other around her waist. A soft shift to align herself, letting Millia puzzle over her choices, using her delayed decision to make one.

Obviously she never intended to heed the other's words, the definite feeling of that hot burning cock spreading Millia's walls was proof enough.

"That's right.. feel me inside? This was always the intention, a powerful woman... a blonde my favorite. So trusting, I never planned to listen to what you had to say."

"You ARE mine. If I deem you a lover, you should rejoice. Be happy." A roll of her hips to stir her insides with that cock, the feeling from the hand on her neck inducing a slow trickle of pleasure into their body.

"I won't rip anything from you... I'm collecting you as is. Squirming, fighting back, loathing me."

"Forever."

"A-Aahh..." She'd feel her body pressing against her, feeling her bare breasts touching at her back. Her length would slide in, shamelessly. She wanted to keep fighting this, but.... Some part of her really started to believe this was no empty threat. She'd already demonstrated what she was capable of before, and so sneakily too. Who's to say there's more underneath that she's unaware of?

"Y-You won't... Let me go??" She was in disbelief. This was wrong. And yet the way she was feeling conflicted with what she knew was right. If she continues to refuse. She will probably feel a great deal of emotional and spiritual pain. She wasn't sure if she could live with that.

"A- A lover... Wouldn't do this to someone...!! You're no lover! You're cruel! I refuse!" She knew she was going to regret this, but her pride meant more to her than a simple night of pleasure with a stranger she didn't know.

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"Oh I am quite honest when it counts... there's no lie Millia." She pushes her warm body against Millia, her dress is open and her breasts exposed, allowing there softness to squish embarrassingly against her.

"From the start, I wanted company, I wanted to know you, and I needed a room.." Her shaft pushes down between Millia's legs to rub against her entrance, sliding it's length happily as Jeanne snuggles up to Millia.

"But I will never let you go. No.. no you're not a tool, that's what I like about you." Her lips gently pull on Millia's ear before whispering again.

"I have too much pride in my magic, my words mean truth. I can, reach into your soul and make you mine. Rudely, cruelly, without your spirits. Or...I can make you feel the most joyous feelings in the world. Your choice, and you can make it soon."

The choice is of course, the feeling of Jeanne's cock pushing against her entrance. "I can be your lover, or your mistress. Fun non?"

"A-Ack..!!" She'd feel the burn at her back. Just what was this woman...? She... She lied to her. She was not the weak little magic user she claimed. And Milla believed her. How could she have been so easily tricked? She did demonstrate greater magical prowess than she claimed, but... Was the threat just a bluff...? Milla wasn't sure she wanted to test it. She'd already gone through a great deal to reclaim her spirits once.... Could she really live with potentially having to get them back again... Or worse.... Losing them forever? She was conflicted.

"You're.... You're a terrible person for putting me in this position... Why should I believe what you're saying is true? Even if I wanted a night of pleasure. Just... Let me go..." She'd demand. Trying to get the woman off of her. "I am not a tool to just simply obey you. You are not my mistress."

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Tbh all of @paradiseoflust cast falls into Jeanne bait category.

But we have them Marie instead for now.

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"Why.. yes It was." Her hand moves from Millia's breast to the small of her back, pushing her forward and down to keep her there. Her fingers burn a little at her spin, as if to threaten something before her words follow.

"I saw you and I decided...I needed you. But don't worry, there's an offer on the table." A slap to Millia's ass, a second and third before Jeanne lifts her dress and allows quite the thick shaft to slap against her.

"Behave, let me have you. And I'll consider not pulling those spirits out of you, one... by one. You have things you want to protect I'm sure, it'd be horrible to be so weak non?" A rub of that cock against her ass cheeks, sure Millia could throw her off.

But it might not end with the same amount of pleasure. "Behave, I'll make it the most wondrous thing you've ever felt."

"H-Huh...??? W-Wait a minute!!!" It happened so suddenly, but soon her top and skirt would be off, along with everything underneath, now bare under the fellow blond. And the continued rubbing, the sudden confession of both her status of a witch and being a bit horny.

"A-Aren't we moving this a bit... Quickly..?? Was... Was this your goal the entire time...?" Was she tricked...?

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How to avoid Jeanne if you're blonde:

Step 1) dye hair to black :DDD

Looks at poor Rose. "It didn't help her, it wouldn't help you. Besides, isn't there a cute girl named Crescent that's blonde? I should visit her."

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"Am I? Perhaps that's how I just am, how a witch would be." Jeanne's hand slides under the fabric of Millia's top, squeezing her breasts before pulling her top up.

The same occurs belong, Millia's skirt is yanked down with her panties in tow, and Jeanne's fingers slide between her legs. Easing her digits into Millia's body before speaking further.

"You see..I'm a little bit of a needy woman, and I have a thing for really strong blondes. Like yourself, it just gets me heated."

Another rub, something beneath the witch's dress is big and pushing against Millia's bare ass now. "And I find you fascinating... you'll let me collect you right?"

"Ah... Um... It's just.. Uh... You're being.... Quite... Friendly....?? Friendlier than I'd imagine...." Not that Milla didn't appreciate it, Jeanne was rather attractive to her, but... To think it'd get to this point so quickly....

She'd eventually find herself on the bed, feeling hands at her thick thighs, now feeling Jeanne on top of her. Face down onto the bed. And... Feeling something at her rear.

"Ah... U-Um... I suppose I am?" She had toned up for the sake of her skills, after all. "A witch...? I... I cannot say I've ever seen one, I've... However read about them...? Why do you ask....?" She wasn't sure where this was going, in all honesty, she could only find herself making sense in this by answering her questions.

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"What's wrong?" Jeanne slides a leg between Millia's, easing her to the bed, bent enough that they'd have to put their arms onto the mattress to catch themselves finally.

Jeanne's chest can be felt at her back, her fingers around those thighs latching onto fabric while the other hand slides up her clothes. "But you are quite the fighter aren't you?"

"Strong and brave, I can feel these muscles of yours. Even without them, I'm sure you're strong." By now she's whispering into Millia's ear, and unmistakably there's a push of something stiff against her rear.

"Say, my dear. What do you know of a witch? Since you've shared so much." A tug on her clothes from both hands, and the slight rub against her butt as Jeanne asks this can be felt.

"Ah.... What... Is going on....?" She'd show visible confusion. Feeling her hands carressing at her neck and shoulders. It felt.... Strangely calming.

"Ah... Well to answer.... I'd have to rely on my own fighting abilities.... To which... Without the spirits. I am practically defenseless... I'm used to the spirits functioning my every action." She'd answer truthfully, she wasn't sure what to think about everything else she was saying. But she felt the desire to be entirely truthful to her. She wouldn't take advantage of this information, right?