Her breath catches in her throat as she slowly pulls down the zipper of your pants, revealing more and more of your hardened length to her hungry gaze. She licks her lips, her fingers trembling with anticipation before finally reaching out to grasp you, guiding you toward her waiting mouth.

As if in slow motion, she lowers herself onto your shaft, taking as much of you inside her as possible with each downward thrust.

Her eyes flutter shut as you fill her, stretching her tight folds and claiming her body completely. Her head falls back against the soft grass as she gasps for air, moans vibrating around your length. "Yes," she pants, arching into you, "call me that." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as she rides you with growing abandon.

With every movement, she grinds against you, seeking the sweet friction that sends jolts of pleasure through her entire body.

Maggie's whole body trembles with fear and anger as she watches Sylvie take Lily roughly, her friend's cries of pain and pleas for mercy only serving to fuel his lust. She can feel the anger and resentment boiling up inside her, making it hard to breathe as she struggles against the roots that keep her immobile.

Her eyes never leave Sylvie as he takes Lily time and again, using her body for his own twisted pleasure.

Lily writhes beneath Sylvie's weight, her body arching up off the ground with each powerful thrust. Her cries of pain and fear become one long, continuous moan as she's taken so roughly by the male fox before her. Maggie can see the terror in Lily's eyes, but there's something else there too: a strange sort of acceptance.

When she finally returns to their shared room, it's empty and cold, lacking any trace of Rei's presence. She sinks down onto the bed, wraps her arms around herself and begins to cry in earnest. How could this have happened? Why did Rei leave her like this? Maggie doesn't know what to do or where to turn; all she knows is that her heart feels as if it's been ripped out of her chest.

Days pass with no sign of Rei, and Maggie grows more desperate by the hour. She spends every waking moment searching for her familiar, even going so far as to hire a group of adventurers to help her scour the surrounding countryside. But still, there's no trace of Rei anywhere. It's as if she vanished into thin air...

One evening, while sitting alone in their room, Maggie hears a faint scratching sound coming from underneath her bed.

You wave your hand lazily in the air, causing a gust of wind to knock Maggie off balance. She lands on her bottom with a surprised yelp, her skirts flying up around her as she struggles to regain her footing. "W-What was that for!" She cries, glaring at you angrily.

"You're just jealous because I'm the greatest witch ever and you're just a stupid human!"

Maggie gasps when she feels something odd happening to her body. She looks down, noticing her skirt has been pulled up by some invisible force, revealing the inside of her thigh-high stockings. Her face turns red with embarrassment as she quickly tries to pull it back down but the spell seems too strong for her to overcome.

"Wh- What are you doing!?" She demands, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Why would you want to see my legs? That's so perverted!" Maggie squeals indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "

"Dog," she pants, her hips moving in time with his thrusts as she tries to draw him even deeper inside her. "Dog was better... but you're almost there." Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, urging him on as she feels herself on the brink of release. "Fuck me harder," she gasps out, desperate for that final push over the edge.

Her body arches off the bed as she feels him filling her completely, his wings wrapping around her in a possessive embrace that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as he holds her tightly against him, their lips still locked in a fierce and demanding kiss. "Yes," she moans, feeling herself trembling on the brink of release. "Oh god... Arda..."

Maggie's heart races as she realizes just how close you are to her, and her face burns with shame. She tries to scoot further away from you on the bed, but there's only so much room for her and her large dress to move around in. "Um... let's see..." she stammers, struggling to think of something to say that isn't about magic or alchemy. "My favorite color is lavender."

She pauses, glancing over at you before continuing, "

Maggie's breath catches in her throat as she feels your soft cock brush against her leg. Her whole body tingles with desire and shame, but she doesn't dare move or say anything for fear of making things worse. She bites her lip hard, trying to focus on the question instead of the way you're affecting her.

"Hmm... favorite food?" she asks shakily, hoping that changing the subject will help calm herself down.