Witchfire (3/4,FF,Sexfight,Fantasy)

Witchfire (Part Three)

They took a few minutes to catch their breath.  They
walked again in a ragged circle, with their heads
hanging down a bit.  Hera wiped her arm against her
forehead, pushing aside strands of tangled pale white
hair.  The young witches still tingled from the orgasm
that had rocked their bodies and senses.  They needed
this respite to allow nerve endings to relax and the
emotions to calm.

This time the confrontation was more measured.  Hera
and Pandora stopped and faced each other.  They moved
together and extended their arms to grip the other's
shoulders.  They began to push, muscles laboring and
bunching in their arms and neck.  Grimaces appeared on
their faces, mouths twisting.  They moved in ragged
jerks, back and forth, as they clutched each other.
They kept their legs far apart for balance, and the
sinews in their sleek thighs and calves rippled with
the struggle.  Perspiration stippled their brows,
providing a lustrous sheen under the golden floating
fires.

Around the circle, more and more witches and wizards
had shucked their robes.  Some lay lazily on the
ground, watching the nubile women grapple.  They
fondled themselves unconsciously.  The male onlookers
had tented robes, and the naked ones displayed
engorged members.  Faeries started to couple overhead,
screaming in the ultrasonic frequencies, flaring in
orgasm.

Pandora pulled herself backwards, and Hera followed.
The pale-haired witch thought she could force Pandora
down again.  But she was caught by surprise.  As
Pandora tumbled to the ground, she quickly lifted her
foot and caught Hera in the belly.  Hera found herself
sailing over Pandora's head, the foot making a painful
indentation in her abdomen.  Pandora gracefully
completed the throw and Hera was slammed flat on her
back, her heavy breasts bouncing from the impact.

The fall knocked the air out of Hera's lungs, and as
she struggled to inhale, Pandora twisted around and
jumped on top of the wheezing girl.  The dark-haired
witch straddled her cousin in a classic schoolgirl
pin, her pelvis just athwart of Hera's large breasts.
Pandora placed her hands roughly on Hera's shoulders,
and held her down.  Hera's eyes were panicky as she
struggled to catch her breath.

Pandora slid her hips backwards, and she leaned
forward, moving her smaller breasts down and exchanged
nipple touches with Hera's globes.  Pandora grinned in
triumph.  She settled her dark pussy against Hera's,
and bent her face down to teasingly kiss the woman who
tried to twist this way and that, to escape the pin.

Pandora stuck her tongue in Hera's mouth and started a
rapid humping.  She made a growling sound of rough
pleasure as she felt her wet cunt slide along Hera's.
The clits were stiff and swimming in liquor, and as
they bumped along each other, electric shocks of pure
lust coursed through their bodies.

Hera started to moan her arousal and wantonness.  As
much as she wanted to win, the craving for the orgasm
was strong in her.  But another emotion started to
stir.  She was angry with herself for being made so
helpless, so quickly.  Even as the climax came nearer,
she wanted to change the outcome.  But what could she
do?

She decided to seemingly surrender.  She stopped her
twisting gyrations under Pandora, and opened her legs
wide.  She moved her head up and opened her mouth,
starting a slow sensual kiss, with tongues dancing
together.

Pandora smiled broadly, said, "That is wise, my
darling cousin.  It is inevitable."  With that, she
loosened the pin on Hera's shoulders and started a
more gentle grinding motion with her hips, soft and
stirring.  Pandora let herself go a little, enjoying
the oncoming moment, for she knew Hera would come
first.

Hera stubbornly focused on her next move.  She tried
to ignore the mounting tension in her torso as she
waited for just the right moment.

Both women were giving voice freely, soft sounds of
passion and need.  Their breasts rubbed together,
rigid nipples touching, the sweat-coated flesh slick
and sensitive.  Their pussies were incredibly wet, the
labial folds distended and red.

NOW, Hera said to herself.  She split her legs wide
open, then shifted her pelvis up.  This brought her
crotch forward a bit, and enabled her to enfold her
strong legs around Pandora's waist.

Pandora had just a brief second to wonder what
happened, and then the strong pressure from the waist
scissors that Hera had applied began to make itself
felt.  She grunted, and Hera squeezed.

"Ahhhh!" Pandora gasped.  She lost all thought of
orgasm as the legs contracted around her.   The
crushing scissors compressed her diaphragm, and she
struggled for breath.

Hera, still underneath Pandora, kept the pressure up
for perhaps thirty seconds.  Then, with a surge of
adrenaline, she raised her thighs.  The smaller witch
found herself bodily lifted up into the air.  Hera
twisted her waist to the right, and rolled the
dark-haired witch to the right.

As Hera hit the ground, there was brief loosening of
Pandora's thighs.  She pushed strongly at Pandora's
shoulders and scrambled away.  Her stomach and chest
ached from the compression.  She sat up, tried to rise
to her feet, but made it only to her knees.  She
rested there a second, chest heaving and heavy breasts
moving up and down.  She was shocked.  She had been so
certain of her victory.

Pandora also rose to her knees and sat on her
haunches.  She also took this time to recover from the
struggle.  She raised her head and looked at Hera.

"So, my cousin, you were surprised, no?"

Hera said, "You will not catch me off guard
again...beloved cousin."  The last endearment was in a
half-sardonic, half-grieved tone.

The witches and wizards in Lovecraft and Shelley coven
were rapt at the latest turnabout.  Now more than half
the audience was as naked as the erotic warriors.
There were witches joined together in varied ways,
some in unhurried 69's, others probing orifices with
fingers, still others scissored together at the
crotch, rubbing slowly.  There was the deliberate
stroking of tumescent cocks and the application of wet
mouths to genitals.

Pandora and Hera knee-walked to within six inches of
each other.  Pandora fixed Hera with a firm glare.
She said, "No further games, cousin.  Meet me
flesh-to-flesh, now, until we cannot bear it."

"Done."

With that, they threw their arms around each other and
embraced strongly.  Their mouths met in sloppy wet
kisses, lips and tongues tangling.  They tightened
their embrace, and their breasts flattened together,
invoking guttural moans as the pressure increased and
the hard nipples pressed into each other.

They slid their hands down to one another's hips.  As
they kissed and slapped their breast together, they
pulled strongly and crashed their hips together.
Along with the sound of pelvic bones hitting, there
was the wet smacking of swollen hairy mounds meeting.

They stayed there on their knees, fucking each other,
pulling their hips inward, feeling their cunts meet
and separate.  The stiff pearls of their clits were
like little swords, and they fenced together, parrying
and thrusting.

They kept at it, and started to cry together, knowing
the orgasm was again approaching.  Their hips moved
faster and faster, the muscles in their buttocks
clenching.  The staccato drumbeat of their rhythmic
fucking sounded in their ears.

Their mouths left each other, and they looked straight
up and bellowed.  Again, the orgasm was simultaneous,
and again, they were helpless in its grip.  Juices
poured out of their vaginas and fell on the grass
below.  They jerked their hips together in a ragged
jittering dance and then fell backwards, their legs
quivering as the climax ran through them.

Around the circle, over a dozen female and male voices
cried out in their sympathetic climaxes, feeding the
on the libidinous energy of the impassioned young
witches.

But now something else would be added to the picture.
The wizard of Lovecraft coven rose to his feet.  He
was still in his robe, even though most members of his
group were now naked.

He strode to the center of the circle where Pandora
and Hera reclined on the grass, trying to recover from
their orgasms.  He stood over them and motioned with
his hands.

The women got to their feet unsteadily and stood in
front of the wizard.

He said, "I would see you continue your contest in
other forms, my young beauties."

"It is your right," Pandora said.

"But you must start the metamorphosis," Hera said.

The wizard turned to the encircled crowd.  He raised
his voice, "I wish to invoke the Change.  Do you
approve?"

The crowd stirred at that.  This was something that
happened only rarely.   But the entertainment would be
great.  They cried out, "Yes!"

The wizard said, "Prepare yourselves."

Pandora and Hera lowered themselves to the ground.
They got down on all fours, stretching out.  They
crawled forward, moving like lithe beasts on their
hands and feet.

The wizard opened his pouch and removed two small
green bottles.  He uncorked them and passed one to
each woman.

Pandora and Hera hesitated perhaps half a second.
Then, they looked proudly up at the wizard and downed
the potion.

The wizard retrieved the empty bottles and stepped
back.

An eerie eldritch light started to shine over Pandora
and Hera.  The light fell upon them in streams and
curtains.  As the glow floated in and around them,
blurring their features, they started to transform.

Their skin started to sprout fine fur.  Pandora's was
the deepest shiniest black.  Hera's was pure white.
They grew long tails.  Their faces bulged outward, and
their noses shrank.  Their eyes began to slant.
Pointed ears materialized at the sides of their heads.

It took about a minute.  The women were now were-cats.
 Their proportions were still human, including their
breasts, but sharp claws had replaced their
fingernails, and the finest softest fur was all over
their body - except over their vagina's, which were
now completely innocent of hair.

The two transformed witches moved about, and rubbed
their heads together.  Their voices were a mixture of
purrs and sibilant hisses.

"Sssssoo, dear cousin, my feline lover...rrready to
finish thisssss?"  Hera said.  She licked her hand and
ran the palm along her whiskers.

"My sssweet cousin, I am morrre than rrready."

The bewitched erotic cat-women keened their lust and
jumped.