The chapel floor was now a slick, glistening mess. Rivers of Selene Ravencrest’s girl-c*m had flooded the entire pentagram, turning the crimson salt lines dark and shiny. The air hung heavy with the thick, sweet scent of female arousal mixed with brimstone and s*x. Selene lay collapsed on her hands and knees in the center, coughing and gasping, her face a ruined masterpiece of tears, drool, and glowing violet precum. Her p***y continued to twitch and leak weak squirts into the growing puddle beneath her.
Lilithara stood tall and triumphant, her massive 14-inch futa c**k still rock-hard and glistening with thick strands of throat slime. She slowly stroked the veined shaft as she looked over the four chained witches with glowing golden eyes full of wicked promise.
“Your leader has been pro
