Potion Ingredients (Bewitching Morgana x Anon)

--Prompt/Idea: Morgana's pussy is so incredible that mortal men can hardly handle the pleasure & Bewitching Morgana needs sexual essence as a main ingredient in some potion or something---

Anon couldn't remember exactly how he ended up here. The last thing he knew he was lost in the woods and it was pouring rain. Now he was lying on a bed in a hut full of vials, jars, and strange objects he didn't know the purpose of. A simmering cauldron was in the corner, giving off a mild but pleasant aroma. He only hoped that whoever had retrieved him from the forest had good intentions. There was no way he would find his way out of the forest now.

Anon rolled over and sat up, sitting on the side of the bed to take a better look at his new surroundings. Almost as if on cue, he heard the door starting to open. Apprehension gripped at him as his captor or savior, whichever they were, would soon be revealed. The door opened all the way and a woman walked into the room carrying several bags with unknown contents.

The first thing Anon noticed about her was almost unavoidable: She was wearing a very tight blouse with puffed sleeves, a collar, and an extremely low v-cut that showed off a surprising amount of ample bosom. Her large breasts looked perfectly smooth and round, with no hint of sagging despite their size. The tits were mesmerizing, and for a moment all he could think about was burying his face as deep as possible in them.

Anon then observed her next most striking feature - two large, leathery, bat-like wings extended from her back, framing her upper body. A large dress bloomed out from just above her hips, holding its shape as if by magic. Her intimidating visage was matched with medium-length red hair and two pointed ears. She gave off a pleasant smell that tingled at his nostrils and seemed to ease the concern from his mind. The woman, whatever and whoever she was, was exceptionally attractive. Anon found himself unable to hold back some arousal, but did not get an erection despite the mild stirring in his loins. Then she spoke

"Good, you're awake. How did you sleep?" she spoke with a rich and confident voice that had a hint of smugness "I hope you've rested, you're going to need your energy later"
"Where am I? What happened" Anon inquired.
"Don't worry about that darling, just know that I don't intend to hurt you" she said with a grin
Anon wanted to protest further, but between her aroma, her gorgeous cleavage, inhumanly perfect body, and air of confidence, he found himself unable to say anything. Her attractiveness was surreal and intimidating, slowly taking over his thoughts. As he watched her walk across the room, every movement of her body seemed to be accentuating her features.

"It just so happens I found you at the most opportune time, as I have need for someone like you" her words broke Anon out of his trance "My name is Morgana, by the way"
"My name is Anon" anon replied "What did you mean by that?" he asked
"If you help me, I'll show you the way out"
"Help.. w-with what?" Anon's voice wavered as Morgana walked over to him and placed both hands near the sides of his head, as if she was trying to feel something. This position put her large breasts almost directly in front of Anon, as well as delivering him the full blast of her scent. Even up close, he could not spot a single blemish or imperfection in the giant breasts before him. He felt his cock throb slightly and knew that if this went on much longer, he would find himself in an embarrassing situation

Then Morgana touched her hands to his temples and began to slowly drag them down the sides of his body. The sensation was overwhelming - the points where her fingers touched his skin felt electric, and caused tingling waves all over. He gulped audibly as she trailed her fingers along his shoulders, massaging them lightly. Anon felt his body relax as his cock throbbed harder and started to rise.

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Morgana smirked for a brief moment, then spoke "I need to extract and purify sexual energy as one of the main ingredients for his potion."
"You.. What?!" Anon said in in a moment of lucidity brought upon by shock
"Trust me, you're going to enjoy this" she said with a slightly sinister tone before leaning forward and straddling his lap, holding his body tightly against hers with her arms and squeezing the side of his body with her legs. Her large dress draped over both their lower bodies, concealing her legs from view even though he could feel them.

Anon was overwhelmed. Just the gentle touch of her fingers was incredibly stimulating, and before he knew what was going on he found himself being held tightly by this unknown goddess. Her breasts were being pressed into his chest, molding around his chest and softly supporting him. Her firm stomach was completely pressed onto his, gently pushing against him as he breathed. Her thighs squeezed both sides of his lower body with such force he doubted he could have gotten away even if he wanted to. Her scent completely overwhelmed him, causing him to relax like putty in her arms. But the biggest surprise was the feeling of her ass pressed into his lap. He could feel both cheeks of her amazingly firm ass pressing into the top of his thighs. His previous attempts to avoid an erection were hopeless. His cock rapidly became as hard as diamonds, but with nowhere to go, was forced to press against Morgana's body through his pants.

Morgana began to gently grind her hips against Anon's crotch while squeezing with her arms and legs to match the rhythm. Anon's mind turned to mush and his entire world became the sensations this amazing woman was giving him. He didn't even notice that she had begun to push him back onto the bed. He only realized he was lying down when she released her embrace and lifted her upper body. Anon's skin ached with longing the moment he lost contact, and he tried to sit back up to bury his face in her massive breasts

"Ah-ah, silly boy, you're doing this for me. This isn't about what you want" she said, pushing him back down as red energy formed from her hands and wrapped around Anon's body, He found himself unable to move a muscle except for his mouth, eyes, and the muscle at the base of his cock. It was as if every single part of his body was bound to that exact location with no room to move.

Morgana slid back across his crotch, eliciting a small groan from him as her ass slid across his cock. The tent in his pants was now directly in front of Morgana. Her hands glowed red once again and suddenly his clothes were gone, though hers remained. His cock stood almost perfectly straight up, absorbing the warmth from Morganas body. Then she put her hands around the base.

Anon's mind exploded for the third time and he felt an orgasm building.. And then nothing. He opened his eyes to see a red aura around the base of his cock.

"This is to ensure I can get as much as I need. As long as this binding is here, you can't cum, and none of the blood can leave. You can still get harder, but not softer" she said with a devious grin. "Without this, you're going to be burnt out long before I get everything I need"

Anon's mind hardly registered the meaning of the words because as soon as Morgana finished that sentence, she reached her arms around herself and undid her blouse. Amazingly, her breasts were perked up just as much without the blouse. They came straight out from her chest without a hint of sagging. Her pink nipples were the perfect size and protruded from the pale orbs slightly. Morgana then leaned forward and shoved her tits into Anon's face.

"I know you like these, so I'll be nice and let you feel them. But you better be grateful" she said as she started to grind herself against his crotch again. Anon realized she wasn't wearing any underwear and could directly feel the heat from her pussy.

Unbelievably soft and firm breasts wrapped around Anon's face, obscuring his vision. He wanted desperately to lick them, suck on them, do anything, but found the binding spell too strong. Despite all his efforts, he didn't move even a millimeter. Between her breasts on his face and her bare ass grinding on his crotch, he would have cum right there if not for her spell. Instead, he simply made a muffled groan into her bosom and clenched every muscle in his body. As if in response, Morgana stopped grinding and pressed down firmly on his crotch, her thighs gripping his sides tightly.

She lifted her breasts up, the cool air making Anon long for more contact.
"You've had your fun. Now I get to have mine" Morgana said in a smug voice. Her body was still leaning over his, her tits a few inches from his face. She lifted her lower body up, freeing Anon's titanium erection to stand perfectly vertical. She looked at him with an enigmatic expression, her red hair framing Anon's view of her face, then kissed him on his forehead.

Before Anon could ponder what that was about, she sat upright and started to lower her body towards his cock. The small part of Anon's brain that could still think was gripped with anticipation - If she made him feel this good already, what would being inside her feel like?

His answer came when he felt her lower lips begin to engulf the head of his cock. Electric sensations shot from the tip of his cock until they exploded as fireworks in his mind.. His vision faded and sounds became hard to hear. He felt another orgasm be blocked by her magic, and his cock involuntarily flexed, desperately trying to get deeper into her warm cavern. Unfortunately for him, she rode his motions with ease, preventing anything more than the tip from penetrating her. He didn't even notice that he was groaning loudly as his body desperately tried to combat her magical bindings.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, he opened his eyes to find himself staring directly into Morgana's. Her eyes seemed to be staring directly into his soul as he felt the head of his dick being squeezed by Morgana's incredibly soft and warm pussy. Yet again he would have come were it not for the binding. He closes his eyes, and groaned as Morgana easily rode his cock's movements to prevent him penetrating any deeper.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds, Morgana placed her hands on Anon's chest and began to slowly lower the rest of herself onto his cock, which at this point was so hard it could penetrate a bunker. Her pussy was gripping part of his cock so tightly he was afraid it would force the blood out. Despite the indescribable tightness, her pussy didn't seem to offer much resistance to his entrance. Morgana was lowering herself just slowly enough to prevent another orgasm from being stopped by the binding, but if she wanted to she could have hilted him in an instant.

As more of his cock was engulfed in her scorching, gripping, squeezing cavern, his mind repeatedly exploded in showers of pleasure. Beneath his eyelids, colors and lights danced as the chemical signals overwhelmed him. He groaned loudly and uncontrollably, muscle spasms all over his body. After what seemed like an eternity, Anon felt her pussy stop sliding down on his cock, and her ass press onto his crotch once again. She had fully hilted him, her pussy lips all the way at the base of his cock.

The feeling was completely indescribable. Every square millimeter of his cock was being compressed by her divine pussy. He could feel every ripple, bump, and movement as her muscles gently contracted around him. His mind faded in and out of awareness as his body attempted to process all the signals it was being given. Whenever the feelings of pleasure began to recede, the muscles in Morgana's vagina would change how they were gripping him, causing a new wave of sensation to shoot through his body and explode behind his eyelids. When he wasn’t groaning, he was panting heavily as his body was pushed to the limits of pleasure.

Anon had no idea how much time had passed, nor how many orgasms her magic prevented, as his world transformed into pleasure. Any time he opened his eyes, he was greeted with her intense stare directly into his soul. This never lasted long as the slightest movement of her body sent roiling waves of pleasure coursing down his spine. His muscles ached, his throat was dry, his voice was going, and tears streamed from his eyes, but he hardly noticed. His entire perspective was focused on the incredible sensations Morgana's pussy was giving him.

Morgana began to rock her hips ever so slowly, to the point where it could hardly be seen. But to Anon, even the slightest movement of her pussy was totally overwhelming. Additionally, her internal muscles had started to go to work, clenching, squeezing, and pulling his cock in ways he didn't think were possible. Every so often her entire pussy would clamp down on his cock tighter than ever before and hold it there, completely motionless. Anon's entire body would clench and he was unable to breathe, but she always her grip just enough to keep him from passing out. Each time this happened, her pussy was a bit tighter than before as she went back to slowly rocking her hips.

Anon descended into a world of pure pleasure, completely forgetting about anything but the sensations his cock felt. Her amazing pussy worked it for hours and hours, but Anon's sense of time was lost. He could hardly even remember that there was a world besides this, he wanted to stay forever.

He was finally broken out of his trance by Morgana slowing her ministrations and cupping his face with her hands. She stopped moving and her vaginal muscles lowered their tempo to gentle rubbing and caressing. Anon slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for most of the experience, and realized it was early in the morning the next day. His head was fuzzy and his body tingled all over, but the sensation of being inside Morgana still overwhelmed his physical fatigue. Then, for the first time in hours, she spoke

"I'm done. Are you ready?" She said with a gentle, almost affectionate tone
Anon was only able to muster a strange groan as a response, his mind unable to form words.

Morgana sat straight up, her perfect stomach and breasts on display but her lower body still covered by her dress, and raised her hands into the air. Not a drop of sweat was visible on her skin. Red energy glowed from her hands once again, and anon felt a sensation at the base of his cock.

Before he could realize what had happened, Morgana shoved her tits into his face and clenched her internal muscles on his cock tighter than at any point before. Starting from the base of his cock and moving up, her pussy squeezed in waves.

Anon came. He came with the force of a space shuttle. Dozens of jets of thick cum launched from his cock as his mind exploded with the greatest pleasure he experienced yet. Over and over again his body released. Whenever it seemed to be dying down, Morgana shifted her position, forcing another orgasm from him.

He came inside her continuously for at least 10 minutes, losing count of how many orgasms he had. Yet her cunt gripped him with such force that not a single drop could escape. Her pussy muscles clenched at his base with each spurt, following it up the length of his cock. All the while her massive, soft, beautiful tits were smothering his face. Anon's mind and body were completely overwhelmed and he could hardly remember what was going on or why he was experiencing the greatest sexual pleasure he would ever have. Even after he stopped cumming, his cock continued to throb inside her, and her muscles continued to milk him, ensuring that not a drop remained.

Even when he started to come back to reality, her muscles were still attempting to milk his cock. His breathing was intense and labored, his entire body ached, his throat hurt, his jaw hurt, but he hardly cared. Morgana looked him in the eye with the same enigmatic expression from when this started, and kissed him on the forehead again.

Then she began to lift herself off of his cock, which was incredibly sensitive. This almost bordered on pain as her vagina seemed unwilling to let go, trying to pull his cock off his body and keep it forever. When she finally pulled all the way off, his cock flopped down and his erection finally started to shrink.

There was still not a drop of his cum escaping from her pussy, but she didn't seem to be putting any effort into holding it in there. Not that Anon cared, he was more exhausted than he had ever been in his life. He was vaguely aware of Morgana standing up, taking off her dress, and getting back into the bed, pulling both of them under the covers. She turned her towards him, grabbed his head with her hands and wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed his body against hers. The last thing Anon remembered before falling asleep was her soft breasts around his face, more comfortable than even the finest pillow, her strong yet shapely legs clenching around his waist, and her hands gently stroking his hair.