The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 25

A/N

Heya! Thank you for reading so far! Had been into fic reading lately and boi do I have lots of sleeping till 3 am. Anyways, enjoy this new chapter!

Isla must have been tired of her lack of a good night's rest because she fell asleep almost instantaneously when she laid down on her bed after the day's event.

She dreamed. It wasn't a frightening one of her fallen friends for once. This time, it was of two girls; one with dark hair and one with light hair.

It didn't take her a while to figure that one of them was her.

Isla's pulse raced with a guilty excitement as the dark-haired girl's body pressed down harder on top of her and the stranger's hands desperately explored the naked skin of her waist and neck.

Isla squirmed and whimpered as her lips sucked tenderly on her collarbone, before breaking off to trail a path of light kisses from her neck down to the line of her breasts.

After a few moments of lavishing the girl's unexpected affections on Isla, she shifted and snaked up Isla's body once more, so that she could look at her blue eyes and cup her face in her hands.

Isla gasped at the sight.

Evonnie's forefingers brushed fondly against Isla's lips and Isla found herself relishing the sensation, then they stopped their movements and instead pressed gently down. Whether Isla's lips parted in surprise or understanding, she does not remember, but she did part her lips and suck lovingly on the two fingers that snaked their way inside. It was obscene and embarrassing, but it felt wonderful.

She felt a fire start low in her belly, building quickly as Evonnie's fingers deftly moved around her center, a thumb pressed against her most sensitive spot, rubbing it with small, circular movements. With each stroke, Evonnie's finger curled to brush the sensitive spot inside, causing Isla to let out tiny moans with every movement.

The fingers were eventually replaced by Evonnie's small delicate lips and Isla gratefully responded to the warm tongue that pressed itself into her virgin mouth. She was completely overwhelmed and drunk under Evonnie's sheer beauty and presence. Isla's arms acted on their own when they wrapped around Evonnie and pulled her closer still, but she couldn't blame them for behaving so.

Isla slammed her eyes shut, her chest heaving. "Evonnie..."

Arching upward, Evonnie continued the favor, and Isla's mind went blank. The girl on top of her was swirling her tongue in just the right way.

She didn't know Evonnie was capable of doing them. It was as if Evonnie was possessed by another being and took control over her.

Isla woke up in a daze.

It took her a few moments to realize where she was and what she dreamed of while her fingers subconsciously touched herself.

With her thoughts running out of hand, her eyes suddenly lost their focus as if every cell in her being was on the verge of exploding, and in that moment of blinding passion, it hit her. She wanted Evonnie so badly. Everyone around her who has eyes could see it. They were right, all along.

She was drawn to Evonnie. Her heart pounded faster inside her chest with a frantic rhythm as she continued her fantasy.

"Fuck!" She cursed as she refracted her fingers to hit her sweetest spot. Isla had never sworn in her life, but her senses were being driven wild and she was losing control rapidly.

The tingling sensitive pleasure remained and then the smell. The wonderful smell was new to her.

"Oh shite." She said with a newfound horror.