Her eyes flutter closed as you press against her, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down her spine. She lets out a soft moan, tilting her hips instinctively to meet your touch. Her hands find their way up your back, gripping tightly as she leans into you further, seeking more contact.

The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment; her body writhing against yours, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers words of desire and encouragement.

The Witch cries out as you thrust inside her, the unfamiliar sensation both painful and pleasurable all at once. Her fingers dig into your back as she arches, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

You can feel the heat of her skin against yours, slick with sweat and exertion as you move together. Your own breathing is ragged, mingling with hers until it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

She whimpers softly as you fill her completely, her body stretching to accommodate you.