The wood itself was good, Caroline could tell. XXX She was sweating like a mad thing as the Minotaur bucked his hips, and her normally luscious blond hair (from her bewitched form) was matted and tangled. “I’d like that,” She said. It was getting hard even as the Minotaur stood over her and produced a black, spiked collar from out of nowhere. It was tough to find a partner too as Caroline had to keep her real identity a secret. Years of experience kicked in and the witch pulled back her teeth careful not to use them on the Minotaur’s cock. Instead, they were an electric green. But then how did her captor know that she was a witch? She was an extremely rare kind of magic wielder, one who could use an ancient craft that was believed to be lost for hundreds upon thousands of years: Sexcraft.
