"Tell —" she whispered, her voice breaking, a plea for answers amidst the chaos of her unraveling.
He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp and commanding.
With a shimr of raw, crackling energy, her jacket and blouse shredded into ribbons, the fabric dissolving like smoke in the air.
Her bra tore away, snapping under the force, leaving her breasts to bounce freely, heavy and flushed, her pink nipples stiff and begging for attention.
Her skirt fell in tatters around her hips, sliding down her trembling thighs, leaving her bare, vulnerable, completely at his rcy.
Her skin glistened with sweat, her body exposed and quivering under his gaze.
Her eyes went wide, her breath catching in a sharp gasp. "You—how—"
Lor thrust into her hard, his cock spearing deep into her ass, the force making her scream, the sound muffled as she bit her lip to keep it quiet.
He spanked her ass with a loud crack, her flesh jiggling under his palm, a red mark blooming instantly.
"Want to know how I found out?" he hissed, his voice dark and taunting as he spanked her again, harder, her ass reddening further.
Another crack, the sound sharp and lewd, her body jerking forward before his cock drove her back into place.
She whimpered, sweat dripping down her temple, her mouth falling open as her body shook. "Lor—ahhh—"
"The silver coin," he said, his voice low and dangerous as his cock slamd into her again, making her scream into the floor.
"I had Kiara enchant it with her witch magic to resonate. The mont you swallowed my cum during that blowjob—" Another thrust, hard and punishing, his hips smacking against her ass, his balls slapping against her slick pussy—"it resonated in my pocket. Warm. Alive. Proof."
Silvia’s body went rigid, her mouth falling open in shock, her pink glow sputtering wildly.
"You..." she gasped, her voice trembling with betrayal. "You tricked —"
Spank.
The crack of his hand against her ass tore a moan from her throat, broken and unwilling, as Lor kept pounding into her, his cock relentless.
"No," he snarled, thrusting harder, the wet, obscene sounds of their joining filling the room. "I hunted you."
Her hazel eyes rolled back, sweat and tears mixing on her flushed face as her arms gave out, her cheek pressing against the cool wood of the floor.
She couldn’t hold herself up anymore; Lor’s grip on her hair and hips kept her in place, her body rocking with every brutal thrust.
Her tits dragged against the floor, her nipples grazing the wood, sending jolts of pleasure through her overwheld body.
"You think you are clever," Lor growled, yanking her head back again, his cock pistoning inside her tight ass, the lewd sounds echoing like a symphony of lust.
"You think you can drain , haunt , own ."
Her voice broke into a ragged scream, muffled against the floor. "Lor—I—I can’t—my power—ahhh—"
He smirked, pulling one hand from her hip, his fingers curling around sothing in the air.
In his palm shimred a sphere, smooth and glowing faintly pink—the crystal ball, its surface pulsing with an eerie light.
The glyphs etched into it shimred, alive, feeding, drawing.
Silvia’s hazel eyes went wide, terror slicing through the haze of her lust.
"That’s—impossible—" Her voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling violently as she stared at the artifact.
The sphere pulsed brighter with every thrust of his cock, its glow intensifying, feeding off her energy.
"Recognize it?" Lor sneered, slamming into her again, his cock stretching her ass to its limits, her body jerking with the force.
"A witch’s artifact. ant to store power. I tweaked the glyphs. Now it drains witch magic like yours."
Her mouth fell open, horror twisting her beautiful face as she realized the truth.
"What the fuck—what have you—ahhh—" Her words dissolved into a moan as he spanked her again, the sharp crack making her ass jiggle, her pussy dripping untouched onto the floor below.
"You’re being drained, Miss Silvia," Lor whispered in her ear, his voice a dark, perverse caress as he spanked her again, her moans cracking with every thrust.
"Every thrust takes more from you. Every orgasm feeds ."
Her body convulsed, her pussy leaking slick down her thighs, her asshole spasming violently around his cock as she fought against the pleasure overwhelming her.
"N-no—ahhh—stop—stop—" she gasped, but her hips jerked back into his thrusts despite herself, her body desperate, quivering, betraying her every word.
Lor groaned, holding the glowing crystal ball up, its light flaring almost white, brimming with stolen energy.
"Look at it, Miss Silvia. That’s your power. All that draining you did to ... now I’m taking it back."
Her hazel eyes blurred with tears, her mouth hanging open as she scread into the floor, her glow flickering, sputtering, then dimming as the last of it was drawn into the crystal.
Her body shook violently, her nails scraping the wood, her tits bouncing helplessly as Lor’s cock punished her ass, each thrust driving her further into submission.
Her orgasm ripped through her despite her resistance, her asshole clenching violently around his cock, milking him with desperate spasms as her pussy gushed, her cum pooling beneath her on the floor.
She scread, the sound muffled against the wood, her body trembling as the pleasure tore her apart.
Lor’s teeth clenched, the sight of her breaking under him—her flushed, sweat-soaked body, her quivering thighs, her helpless moans—pushing him over the edge.
With a roar, he slamd deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled hot and thick into her ass, load after load flooding her tight hole until it leaked out, dripping down her thighs to join the ss on the floor.
Silvia scread again, her body collapsing fully onto the floor, her strength drained, her glow extinguished.
His cum oozed from her stretched asshole, pooling beneath her, mixing with her own slickness as she lay sprawled, trembling, utterly spent.
The crystal in Lor’s hand pulsed one last ti, then shone almost white, brimming with so much stolen energy it nearly burned his palm.
He stood over her, panting, sweat dripping down his chest, his cock glistening with the mix of cum and her essence.
Silvia lay sprawled on the floor, her auburn hair plastered to her flushed face, her glasses lost, her body trembling with aftershocks.
Cum leaked from her asshole, her thighs slick and quivering, her hazel eyes fluttering open weakly, dazed and humiliated.
Lor looked down at her with a smirk, the glowing crystal ball in his hand, its light casting eerie shadows across the room.
He’d caught the pink spirit.
He’d drained her dry.
And now she was nothing but a powerless witch on his floor, broken and his.
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