The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 22

Crashing her lips against Evonnie's, Alessandra almost threw her against one of the walls of the room. "Alessa..." Evonnie whined, opening her eyes to look at her with hunger.

It was enough to make Alessandra lose control. She captured her lips, causing Evonnie to let out a moan.

Grinning into the kiss, Alessandra moved her hands to unclasp Evonnie's bra from behind and tugging it along with her shirt up and over Evonnie's head, revealing the most delectable looking expanse of skin Alessandra had ever laid eyes on. Dragging her fingernails from Evonnie's hips up to her newly exposed breasts, she let out a pleased hum.

"See, now this isn't fair," Evonnie quipped, tugging Alessandra's dress pajamas. "You're still completely covered and I'm..." she waved a hand over her naked torso.

Alessandra silenced her, placing a finger against her lips, then, reaching up to brush a stray lock of brown hair from her beloved's face. She leaned down to cover Evonnie's body with her own.

Her response was explosive.

The feeling of Evonnie's front pressed against hers was maddening. Evonnie involuntarily slammed her eyes shut and arched upwards at the contact, groaning loudly before the noise was swallowed when Alessandra kissed her again.

Unable to do much but writhe beneath the body on top of her, Evonnie tried to focus on reciprocating the sheer amount of pleasure she was receiving.

Placing her hands on Evonnie's waist, Alessandra hungrily kissed the other girl, eventually sliding her hands down and over Evonnie's rear. Grasping it firmly, she pushed her hips down until they collided with her own, and stars exploded behind her eyelids.

Alessandra groaned as she tore her lips away from Evonnie's. She moved to kiss her beloved's neck, then her collarbone, until she was bare inches from her breasts.

"Please... Alessa," Evonnie whined, desperate for Alessandra's rough tongue to continue its descent.

Alessandra grinned wickedly, bringing an arm down from beside Evonnie's head, trailing a fingertip between her breasts down over her stomach, until it was running along the waistband of Evonnie's shorts that she had neglected to remove. Her solution was to simply thrust her hand down the front of the article of clothing and press her fingers into the slick wetness she found. She had never felt like she was losing control before. Nothing compared to the absolute ecstasy that she was touching Evonnie right there.

Evonnie was unable to form proper words, but Alessandra didn't need any encouragement. Sliding a digit in tiny circles around a hard nub, Evonnie moved her lips to Alessandra's shoulder, biting into it as Alessandra slid slightly to her left, allowing herself better access to Evonnie's center, whilst also finding delicious friction against her beloved's thigh.

Stroking her softly, Alessandra heard her moan into her shoulder. With the last thread of sanity she possessed, Alessandra plunged a digit inside her and was rewarded with a noise that she could only describe as one of pure bliss.

Evonnie cried as Alessandra gripped her beloved's waist with her free hand, her short nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on the girl's skin. Both now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the pair panted and slid against each other, trying to find the rhythm they so desperately needed to push them over the edge.

"I love you, Monica," she whispered.

In the place of long brown hair, her partner had chin-length red hair instead. Alessandra watched in terror as her beloved's brown eyes turned into gray, the clear skin changed into ones with tiny cute freckles.

The new girl wrapped her arms around Alessandra's neck, locking her in her grip. "I love you too, Alessandra."

And then Alessandra snapped wide awake amid the dream. She was sweating and gasping for air. It felt so real; she thought she could no longer escape it. The dream where Evonnie turned into the Scottish girl was so vivid in her mind. Each wave of pleasure wracked her like loose sparks of electric ecstasy.