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Danalise, a young, freckled, and long black-haired girl adjusted her new, wide-brimmed and black witch hat. A golden buckle hung loosely along the brim. She was dressed in a long, winter coat in the same shade, with matching curved shoes. Moving towards the window, she rubbed her hand upon it and peered outward at the snow covered cobblestones. Underneath the roofs of nearby buildings, Geraint lumbers out into the streets and soon heads towards the tavern.

Danalise hurried towards the door and unlocked it, moving to sit on the nearby cushion of a chair beside the small table and its lantern. Folding her legs over one-another impatiently, Dana lifted her hands and tossed them lightly through her hair, pursing her lips and adjusting her hat once more.

The door to the room opened, Geraint's broad shoulders and blonde hair covered in drying snow. He moves to unclasp his winter coat, draping it over the armor stand, eyeing Dana and moving to sit on a nearby chair, lifting his leg to untie his boots, "So those new clothes, they fit?" Dana smiles shyly, her eyes staring upwards at the hat, "They..they do." Geraint tosses a boot over his shoulder, "Good. Though that witch was real strange." Offering a short, grunting laugh, "And funny."

Dana stood up and cleared her throat, kneading the edge of her skirt, she took a tentative step forward, "Thank you, again...for the coat and new clothes." Tossing the other boot over his shoulder, Geraint stands slowly, placing his hands gently upon Dana's shoulders, "Hey now, it was nothing. You were cold." Dana blushes brightly underneath her witch hat, speaking too quietly. Geraint attempts to look at her face, drifting to the left and the right, "What was that?" Dana's eyes linger on Geraint's belt-loop, her voice stuttering and her hands lift to press their palms against her cheeks.

Geraint offers a hardy laugh, rolling his hands along her shoulders, "Speak up, Danalise. You can tell me." Dana swallows and slowly looks upward, "Geraint...how..what do you think...of my hat?" Geraint raises his brows, standing straight and cocking his head to the side, "You're hat? Well...it's.." The black hat seemed to vibrate upon Danalise's head, as she grabbed a hold of it. An invisible force grabs a hold of Geraint's cock and balls and fills them full with need, the cloth around his crotch stretching upwards. Geraint's nose flares, his eyes opening and his eyebrows crossing. He grunts and grabs a hold of Dana's cheeks, pushing her downwards. Dana's hands try to grasp at her hat, flailing widely, but her arms become limp as her cheek was rubbed against Geraint's bulge.

Flustering and pushing against Geraint's pants, Geraint grabs a hold of her hand and his belt, pulling both down in a single, swift motion. His cock sprung upwards, eight inches of maleness rising to slap itself into the side of Danalise's purely red cheek. She looks up, a smile on her lips, "It wo-orktfgh!" Her eyes open wide, as her lips parted about Geraint's cock head, his drool dripping off of his bottom lip and landing on her forehead. She closes an eye as he thrusts wildly into her mouth, mashing his cock against her cheek. Dana attempted to pull back, but his hands held her head still, sturdy fingers grabbing hold of her dark locks. Slapping his balls against her chin, Geraint juts his lower jaw outward and steps forward, his hands holding Dana's lips against the base of his cock.

Dana coughed about the cock, her hands grabbing Geraint's butt for support, her eye closing. Closing her lips and just beginning to suck, she tries to say something but only sounds come out. Slapping his side with her hand, Geraint only holds her in place, his heavier form leaning over her. His balls shift subtly against Dana's chin, as his cum pushes past the back of her tongue and down her throat. As soon as they were empty, he falls back on his ass, hands at his side, "Dana! Dana.." Breathing heavily, his cock slowly becomes limp, as Dana turns her head and coughs, cum and saliva coating her chin and now the floor.

Geraint's eyes begin to close, but a rippling feeling slides up his cock's underside and his blond pugic hairs stand on edge. Dana's hat's magic tightens its hold upon Geraint's body, as he sweats heavily, sliding his body on the floor towards Dana's, "Dana! Dana!" Dana wipes her chin and draws a hand along her throat, massaging it. Glancing towards Geraint, she looks to his dick and she grabs her hat, struggling to remove it, "Come on you! Get off! I don't want morff!" The hat stays put and Geraint wraps his muscled legs around the back of Dana's head and pulls her cheek and chin against his cock and balls.

Dana's face was pure red, her nose releasing a snort against the fair-haired balls. Heaving a sigh, she licks at the base of Geraint's cock, to the left, and to the right. Eyeing the nearly empty balls, she draws her tongue along Geraint's cock, which was desperately trying to release over Dana's forehead. Sliding upwards, she purses her lips against Geraint's cock, suckling upon it. Geraint's length pushes her lips back, as she crosses her brows, Geraint's grunting becoming deeper. Below his cock, his balls slowly filled, magic swelling his seeds' ranks. As Geraint's cock rounded out, his legs pulled Dana's head down, spittle and saliva coating the base of his cock and dripping over his balls, "Dana! Daaanna! Dana, Dana!"

Dana's eyes closed shut, her throat assaulted by Geraint's cock, balls pounding themselves into her chin. Geraint's moans and shouts of "Dana!" echoed off the walls, butt bouncing along the floor, legs holding Dana's head tight. As his cock displaced the flesh of her throat, Geraint's hips moved slower, holding his cock against her lips longer, his voice faltering, "Da..Dana...Dana! Dan--Dana.." Flattening his balls against her chin, Geraint's body crumples over itself, leg muscles tensing, as his cock jumped within Dana's throat, cum soon pouring down it. Attempting to cough, but only sputtering, Dana's lips let loose some cum along Geraint's balls and the floor, her nose soon stinging with cum leaking from it.

As Geraint's butt flexed and his balls slowly deflated, he closed his eyes and slumped against the bed's edge, "D-aaaaanaaaa.." His head rolls to the side, his cock still lodged within Dana's throat. Slowly shifting colors and feeling the cum settle in her stomach, Dana opened her eyes weakly, hands pushing against the floor but not escaping Geraint's heavier legs. Whining loudly, she beats upon the floor boards, shoving Geraint's unconscious body. Slowly, her eyes closed, a darkness appearing on the edges of her vision.

Just then, a hooded, green-robed figure sliced the door knob with his thin blade, pushing the door in with his dark green and curved boot. The stranger's sharp eyes found the couple on the floor, and in short order, his thin but lithe legs strode over to Dana's struggling body. Pinching dust from a pocket, he sprinkles it over Geraint, who slowly unwound his legs and fell into a deep slumber. Dana pushed upwards, Geraint's softening cock dislodging from her throat. She coughs to the side for a while, cum and drool coating the floor.

Staggering to her feet, Dana reaches for the witch hat, tugging at it weakly. Glancing over to the stranger, she clears her throat, the hat still stuck, "T-Tillius?" Pulling his hood back, Tilliu's sharp, elven features were revealed, his eyes looking up and down Dana's clothes, specks of spit and cum splattered about them, "Are you okay? Thankfully I came when I did." Dana nods towards him, her hand massaging her throat. Tillius shifts his eyes towards the sleeping Geraint, "We must leave before he wakes up. I know somewhere safe." Dana follows Tillius's glance, swallowing, her voice hoarse, "Okay.."

Tillius led Dana down the stairs and outside, the snow falling gently around the tavern. Through the streets and underneath those preparing the rooftops, Tillius slipped past others, his hood up and his hand holding Dana's. In time, they arrived near a hunting lodge, outside of the villa. Opening the door, snow and wind blows in, before Tillius shuts it behind Dana. Pulling his hood down, he moves to throw a few logs into the fireplace, stepping over a few bear rugs. Dana took in the mounted animal heads, frowning slightly, before she rubbed at her shoulders, "I don't know what went wrong. That witch.." The elf paused, hand spreading its fingers towards the fire, as it caught flame, "A witch?"

Dana looked away, her voice quieting. Tillius slowly approached Dana, his hands filling her arms with magical warmth, "A witch. What have you done, Dana?" Dana shook her head, tears filling her eyes, her head shaking back and forth, "I knew I shouldn't have forced his love, I, I have this cursed hat and..and he.." Swallowing, tears rolling down her cheek, Dana places her head on Tillius's shoulder. The elf patted Dana's back some, mystical, elven words rolling off of his tongue. Her throat soothed, and she shuddered, "Shh, shh. Now, tell me about this hat of yours. I've been alive for many decades, and I'm sure I can break the curse." Dana looked up and gave a firm nod.

Stepping back, she placed her hands on the hat, "Well, it was made for Geraint...I gave her his coat and she said that it would make him love me. Which, I guess...he did." Tillius followed her words with his nods, "And how does it work?" Dana bit her lip, "Well..I just..ask him how it looks and the magic just happens. I don't really know what's in the hat or anything.." Tillius ponders briefly, staring at the hat, then states, "Then we'll just have to experiment." Dana makes a face of uncertainty, before sighing, "Just, be careful, alright?" Tillius lit up, a bright green light appearing between his hands, waving them about the hat and chanting a slow, steady rhythm.

An hour passed and there came a rumbling, terrible growling. The door to the small hut flew open as Danalise fled, her hand holding onto her hat. The hut exploded, sending broken planks of wood scattering into the forest, as a werewolf busted out the ceiling and smashed the walls away from his raging erection. Dana cried all the way into the city, the werewolf having sniffed the air and wandered away, pissing on trees. Sinking against the city wall, Dana held her side and wailed, "The worst, date, ever!"