Witchfire (4/4,FF,Sexfight,Fantasy)
Witchfire (Part Four)

The furry witches met in mid-air.  As a side effect of
their transformation, they levitated a few feet above
the grassy surface as they aggressively embraced.
They hissed and meowed and their paws roughly caressed
each other.  They exchanged love bites on the neck,
and they curled their limbs about each other.

They were re-energized by the transformation, and the
savage lascivious urges suffused into their brains.
They were now gripped by lust, and the rational parts
of their minds served as spectators to the
overwhelming primal sexual instincts.

They danced in the air, twirling around the floating
fireballs, fur-covered breasts meeting and jousting.
Pandora and Hera grasped each other around the torsos,
and merged their cat-like bodies together.  The wet
naked cunts slid together and they called out in
siren-like howls as the jolts of pleasure ran through
them.

(Along the sidelines, the now supernatural carnal
energies of Pandora and Hera rolled and penetrated the
witches and wizards.  One wizard stood naked, his
penis hard and throbbing, while two witches gave him
head, their lips meeting over the hard staff and
touching.  The women's fingers were buried in each
other's vaginas, finger-fucking while fluids coated
their hands.  When he came, he shot out luminescent
ropes of white semen that splattered on the ground.
Later, strange flowers would grow from that seed.)

As Pandora and Hera swirled around in the air in tight
salacious embrace, they ground their sexes together.
The were-cats were a preternatural sight, pure white
and pure black, with tails curled and caressing, and
they lifted their heads and licked each other with
raspy tongues.  Pandora and Hera cried out in stark
feline yowls as their dripping mounds met.  Their
clits were hard and long enough to serve as little
cocks, and they traded penetrations, the hard pink
nubbins sliding between the slick labia and into the
vaginas a bit.

The cat-women ascended another twenty feet into the
air, and Pandora came.  Her lustrous black fur rippled
as she screeched and spilled her orgasmic fluids.  She
gripped the white-furred Hera fiercely, and twitched
her hips against her opponent.

Hera yelled her triumph, and allowed her own climax to
wash over.  She rolled on her back in the air, and bit
her rival's neck as she came, discharging her own
liquids.

(One witch in Shelley coven had converted her broom
into a vivid representation of a phallus.  She grasped
the wooden handle and energetically plunged the
magical member into another witch who lay on the
ground, legs spread wide open.  She panted and moaned
as the broomcock fucked her.  When the strange device
was pulled out, it ejaculated white streams over her
naked breasts.)

Pandora and Hera continued their levitating sexfight.
They danced in the night, sometimes using their rough
tongues in a hovering sixty-nine, but primarily they
brought their cunts together again and again.

For three hours the were-cats fucked each other, and
the orgasms sounded in the enchanted night.  They
waltzed at varying heights, a blur of pale and ebony
fur, thrashing in sweet conflict.

But it became apparent that one creature would
dominate.  Hera began to sense that Pandora was
tiring.  She used that feeling, and redoubled her
efforts.  Soon, the dark-furred cat-woman found
herself in almost continuous sexual climax.  Hera
started purring to her, up in the air.

"Dearrrr cousssin...I sssensse that I will
prevail...sssweet lover...ahh...let ussss end it..."

Pandora was still quaking from the last orgasm.  She
closed her slanted eyes and tears leaked.  Hera slowed
her dancing hips and kissed the tears.

Pandora gulped and sobbed, "Ohhh...wicked Hera...most
wicked coussssin...my loverrrr...my rival...I sssubmit...oh,
Great Motherrrr...I yield...."

The two feline women floated to the earth.  Hera sat
down and held the dark-haired witch in her arms as the
potion was neutralized by a wizard's gesture.  The
creatures melted and blurred and regained their human
shape.  Now they were two naked mortals, exhausted and
drained, and they held each other and wept softly.

As if awakening from a dream, the witches and wizards
blinked and stood up, slowly donning their robes.  The
Sabbat orgy had resulted in many lustful couplings,
and more than a few witches would find themselves
pregnant after tonight.

The elders from Shelley coven approached the young
naked witches who rested in the center.  They brought
refreshing drinks and soft creams for them.  Hera and
Pandora were tenderly dressed.  They were given
potions that would restore their powers.

Hera turned to Pandora and whispered, "Perhaps we can
meet again, dear cousin, and ease our pain."

Pandora brushed back a strand of dark hair.  "I will
await that moment, my cousin."

The witches embraced one more time, and Hera left to
stand by her wizard. Pandora watched with unfathomable
eyes.  The Sabbat was over.