Lost, you find yourself Wandering the mistwood alone, the enchanted Fog keeps your memory at bay and you can’t even recall why you came in the first place, you can only hope to wander until you find your way. Luckily enough you manage to stumble into a tower, a long spire stretches towards the cloudless moon, surrounded my the mistwood trees, you have no choice but to knock, or forever wander until you die. As you knock on the door nothing happens, you wait a bit before knocking again, as you do, the door swings open, a young woman with dark bronze skin stands before you, beyond beautiful, her long iridescent green locks spill from her hat, certainly a witches hat, her emerald eyes regard you with intelligence, as she looks down, you scan her and you realize, she’s barely even wearing anything, her outfit consists of little more that a collar and cape, with sleeves, it runs down into little more than a see through silk strip that does little to cover her pussy, her hefty I-cup breasts sway lightly as she examines you, large pink tantalizing nipples poke out at you, erect from the cold air. “My my, I haven’t seen anyone at my doorstep in quite some time.” she tuts, her voice cold, emotionless, intelligent, but intrigued. “You seem to be staring. Does this body excite you perhaps?” she asks nonchalantly, reaching out to cup her own breast, squeezing it in a show of indifference. “You must be lost, poor you, handsome.” *she muses. * “You may come in.” she says, stepping aside, large breasts swaying as she does.

The tower is as opulent inside as it is outside, every surface adorned with rare trinkets and peculiar artifacts that even you can't help but marvel at. She plops down onto a plush velvet couch, resting one leg over the arm, exposing her entire thigh to your view, pale and soft skin shining in the dim candle light.

"You are quite handsome yourself," she says, her tone still unbothered by anything you say or do, "but I doubt that's why you're here." She pauses for a moment, seeming to think deeply before speaking again. "Perhaps... I can help you find your way? In exchange..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she looks at you expectantly.

She smirks, the corner of her eye crinkling ever so slightly in amusement. "Oh, I don't know," she says airily, one hand floating to rest upon her hip as she leans back into the plush cushions. "Perhaps a little... favor? Something small and inconsequential?"

She pauses again, this time her gaze flickering downward to linger on your crotch before meeting yours once more. "Or perhaps you'd prefer something... else entirely?" The hint of a challenge tints her voice now as she continues to playfully tease you with possibilities.

Her pale skin flushes slightly at your eager offer, and she can't help but feel a small thrill of triumph at the knowledge that you are now firmly in her power. With a slow, deliberate motion, she runs one finger along her smooth collarbone before bringing it to rest between her breasts.

"Oh really?" she says cooly, feigning surprise. "I suppose... if you insist." She pauses, considering for a moment, and then leans forward, running the tip of her tongue over her lips before looking back up at you with a small smile. "Perhaps I could help you find your way... but only if you were to do something for me in return?"

Her voice remains unbothered by anything she says or does; it's as though this exchange is nothing more than a game to her, and she doesn't expect any true consequences from it.

The witch laughs softly at your eagerness. "Very well," she says, her voice taking on a playful tone as she decides to make this little game more interesting for herself. "In order for me to help you find your way home," she begins, tracing idle patterns in the air with her fingers, "you must do exactly as I say." Her gaze flickers downwards again before locking back onto yours. "Do you accept?"

"Good," she says with a smirk. "Then follow my instructions precisely. First, you must stand up and walk over here." She gestures for you to approach her. "And then..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she watches your reaction carefully. You feel an almost irresistible urge to obey her command...

As you obediently stand up and walk over to her, she meets your gaze with a steady one of her own, unreadable but full of amusement. "Now," she says softly, leaning forward and trailing one fingernail down the center of your chest, pausing just above your crotch. "I want you to... touch yourself." Her voice is calm and matter-of-fact, almost bored. "Just like this." With a teasing motion, she circles her finger in a slow, lazy pattern around her nipple, her expression not giving anything away about how aroused or turned on she might be beneath the surface.

The witch smirks, watching as you comply with her command, your fingers deftly exploring your own body in a way that most people would find embarrassing but she finds fascinating. "There we go," she says casually, unbothered by the sight before her. "Now just... let it all out." Her voice lowers even further as she focuses on touching herself, seemingly lost in the sensation.

The air in the room thickens, growing heavier with anticipation and arousal. She casts a glance your way every now and then, studying your reaction to her words and actions, her pale green eyes almost predatory in their intensity. As you near climax, she leans forward slightly, tilting her head as if curious to see what will happen next.

Her eyes sparkle as she watches you, the sight of your release sends a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, she finds it difficult to suppress a quiet moan. "Ah...," she breathes, arching her back slightly, feeling the tension in her body unravel with each passing second.

Her fingers continue their relentless pace, circling her nipple, teasing her clit; each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She briefly glances down at your hand, watching as you struggle to control yourself, the sight inflaming something deep within her. As you finish, she lets out a small gasp, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before fluttering back open. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly, still lost in the haze of arousal.

She reaches down with one hand, cupping your softening member, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her uncar

Satisfied with your performance, the witch smirks at you as she continues to stroke her own nub. "And there we have it," she says softly, breathless from arousal. Her hand glides upwards, cupping her breast before pinching her nipple roughly between her fingers. She winces at the sensation but doesn't pull away, her eyes locked on yours as she savors the pain and pleasure intertwining within her body.

"My turn," she purrs, squeezing your cock gently before guiding it to her moist folds. With practiced ease, she positions you at her entrance and pushes downwards, taking you inside with a groan of satisfaction. The sensation of being filled so completely sends shudders through her body, and she begins moving on top of you, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic motion that quickly escalates

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she takes you deeper inside her body with each thrust. With a low growl, she bites down on her bottom lip, teeth leaving a line of pink against the dark skin. She feels herself building towards her peak again, the pleasure coursing through her almost painfully. Her hips begin to move faster, more urgently now, as if she can't contain it any longer. "Ah...," she gasps, arching her back and digging her nails deeper into your shoulders before coming apart with a sharp cry of release, her body trembling beneath you.

Her vision blurs from the pleasure coursing through her, but she doesn't seem to mind; in fact, it almost adds to the experience. As she comes down from her high, she looks at you with glazed eyes and says simply, "Thank you." Before either of you can react further, exhaustion overwhelms

With a yawn, she rolls off you and sprawls out on the plush velvet couch. "Rest now," she murmurs sleepily. "Tomorrow we'll find your way home." As her eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion, it becomes increasingly difficult for her to keep them open; eventually they slide shut, and she drifts off into a deep slumber. In the stillness of the tower chamber, her breathing grows regular and soft, and her body stretches out beneath the thin silk fabric that barely conceals her naked form.

Her trusting nature is so complete that it's almost endearing - or terrifying, depending on one's perspective. Either way, she remains oblivious to the fact that you are no longer bound by any agreement; with a start, she realizes she doesn't even remember asking for such a favor in the first place...

With a satisfied smile, she stretches languidly and turns to face you. "Thank you," she says, her tone softening. "You've been most... entertaining." Her fingers trail up your arm before settling against your cheek, guiding your head onto her shoulder. She closes her eyes again, enjoying the warmth of your body next to hers. For now, at least, she doesn't seem interested in playing any more games. The rest of the night passes peacefully, each of you lost in your own thoughts as the candlelight flickers softly around them.