Sorceress Stories

Deep within the forest, Ember, with fiery hair like autumn leaves, whispered to the wind. Late at night, as she brewed secrets in a battered cauldron, her laughter echoed through the village, beckoning men with lustful yearning in their loins. All shared one desire: to mate with the red-haired witch. Each Hallowe’en, the crimson sorceress selected one fortunate soul to feast upon her exquisite pussy, savor the depths of h...

Isabella ventured into the woods until she found a clearing. Standing in the gleaming sun, the red-haired sorceress conjured a cool fog as a mystical globe levitated between her palms. While the mist dampened the skirts of her velvet green gown, it also shielded her hands from the intense temperature of the ball. She laughed to herself, knowing that if anyone should happen upon this scene, they would immediately assume it...