Elspeth the Sorceress was 927 years old. Her power came from virgin blood, her longevity from sexual purity; she had never orgasmed.

She was pure evil.

She stood naked, gazing at the captive virgin girl. Her life's-blood would power Elspeth for months.

She drew her dagger, invoked the cantrip and approached the girl. She kissed her head, as she raised the dagger.

The girl reached out, touching Elspeth's pussy by happenstance.

She had never been touched.

Her passion ignited. She pulled the girl's fingers into her.

As she orgasmed and crumbled to dust, she uttered, "It was worth the wait."