Prison Break!

Christie held her head high, tossing her curls back, and strode confidently towards the entrance. It was all she could do to not die then and there. With her back arched ever so slightly, she let her tits bounce gently on her chest with each step. She shot a wink at a random gawker. Her hips swished.

A little faster, please... she urged telepathically as they muscled through the crowd.

"Oh! Pardon me," murmured an old man who obliviously mashed into her front as he inspected a scroll; the witch cringed as the aged clerk got a handful of her chest. At some point she swore someone got a hand between her and Raine to squeeze a butt cheek; this drew a squeak from the haughty witch. A drunk in handcuffs ran up suddenly shouting "FAMOUS TITS!" as he vigorously rubbed his face between her breasts. She gasped. The guard that was meant to be escorting him trotted up and cracked him over the head a second later with a baton, sending him to the tile flood with a hard thud.

"Sorry about that," the guard said, staring at Christie's chest. "Shit, what a slob. Let me get that for you, miss," the sentry continued, taking off her gauntlet and groping at the witch's tits. She made a flimsy pretense of wiping away the drunkard's saliva, playing with her nipples and flicking them a bit. With a smirk, she put her glove back on and dragged the cuffed, unconscious man by his collar.

Finally, they made it out. Christie sighed audibly and her posture relaxed. She was still beet-red in the face. Suddenly, her expression brightened.

Do you feel that? she thought hesitantly. Yes... yes! Christie's face brightened with excitement. Raine did, in fact, feel it. The oppressive wards and glyphs that dampened magic were swiftly thinning, and in a few feet they'd have their capabilities back fully.

I need to get far away from here to... she looked around as she searched for the right words. ...To clean up. I know a good place, if you'd like to come. I'm confident I can whisk us away; just grab on to me.

Sure you can cast with your hands bound behind you like that? Raine asked, gripping Christie's shoulders all the same. If you're confident, go ahead and go for it.

Raine wasn't entirely sure that this was a good idea, but she'd come this far, and she was honestly curious to see what Christie was talking about.

"Ready?" she asked aloud, looking around one last time. When Raine affirmed, she noticed Christie's shoulders flex, and heard a sound like the protest of bending metal. The witch brought her now-free hands up and placed them around the sorceress' waist, gazing into her eyes with a grin. The world seemed to spin around them rapidly, disorientingly, as they stood in place.

When the merry-go-round slowed down and Raine felt her stomach relieved of that free-fall feeling, the chatter of humanity around them had been replaced by the gentle, hushed sound of flowing water. The duns and greys and browns of the city were replaced by lush green and blue. The air was fresh and clear and fragrant.

The two of them had arrived at some sort of hot spring in a forest clearing. Raine couldn't quite tell how far they had gone, but she noticed the sun was in a different spot in the sky...

"Here we are, just a little hideaway with a few wards and glyphs of mine own," she said with a quiet reverence. The witch was still totally naked, save for the manacles, from which two useless bits of chain now hung. She seemed far more comfortable, now, though, as she walked across soft grass instead of hard brick to a small cache set into a hollowed out old tree.

Even after all this, (or perhaps because of) Raine couldn't help but watch Christie's butt stick out as she bent to dig around in some sort of secret stash. The sound of a lock being manipulated clicked a moment later, and when Christie stood up she no longer had the manacles on. With a delighted sigh, she rubbed her wrists and looked up at Raine.

"That's much better. Feel free to get comfortable. Water's right there," she gestured to a lavish pool lined with smooth river stones, a gently bubbling froth coming to the surface of the otherwise clear water from several small holes a few feet below the surface. Christie sauntered on over to the edge, dipping a toe in to test it before stepping in.

When she had descended to her wait in the warm water, she turned around and stood arms akimbo.

"It's lovely," she said, staring at Raine expectantly. "Come try it and we'll discuss how we are to revenge, or how to forget that-which-didn't-just-happen."

To say Raine was uncertain would have been a massive understatement. The idea of stripping down and joining Christie in the water was equal parts inviting and worrying. Could she really trust the Grey Witch, of all people, to not have some hidden motive?

Eventually the desire to clean herself up and a reluctance to seem ungrateful won out. Slipping out of the stolen bookkeeper's robes, Raine slowly slipped into the water to join Christie. Unlike the witch, however, she quickly sank in the water up to her shoulders.

"So... revenge? I'd love to know what you've got in mind for that. Or even who to go after for that." Raine said, looking everywhere but at Christie's bared chest. "I mean, I'm certainly up for it. I just don't know where to even begin."

Christie splashed some water on her face and scrubbed it clean, shaking her head once.

"The revenge..." Christie turned away dramatically, looking towards a distant waterfall. "There's only one person upon whom I can truly enact revenge." She turned back towards Raine, arms folded. "Don't worry, it's not you," she smirked. Letting her arms down to her sides again, she began to wade through the stomach-deep water towards the sorceress.

"There's only one person I know of in this land that can keep me prisoner, even for a little while," she said when she finally stopped a few feet from Raine. "But let's not say that name just yet. I don't have a whole plan. Perhaps fate will offer us a chance at her..."

Christie lowered herself down to her neck and canted her head slightly as if studying Raine's face with her strange eyes. They looked almost amber in the shadowy clearing. An enigmatic expression crossed her face. The Grey Witch looked almost serene in this place.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," she said softly. "Those prisons were filthy. Turn around. Let me scrub your back." Any other time, coming from the Grey Witch, it would've sounded suggestive.

"Wait... you mean... 'her.'" Raine said with growing concern as she realized who Christie most likely meant. "I mean... I certainly don't have all the same beliefs and ideals I had when I first came to this land, but that's a very dangerous goal."

Raine squirmed a bit in the water as Christie drew closer and inspected her. She could feel her cheeks burning as Christie's eyes ran over her features. Nevertheless, she couldn't bring herself to look away or create distance between them.

"You're welcome. We had to get out of there, after all. I can't imagine what we'd be put through if they had actually succeeded in locking us up." Raine agreed. Hearing Christie's offer, Raine hesitated for just a moment before relenting and turning around, presenting her bare back. "Alright. Thanks, Christie. I, ah... it's weird to be having a civil chat like this, but... not the worst thing."

"Yes, I had a dream that a glaring opportunity would present itself in the near future. But, surprisingly, I find myself unable to think too deeply on it as yet."

"In any case, a debt is a debt," she said matter-of-factly. "I couldn't have gotten out without you."

Raine heard the delicate 'snap' of Christie's fingers as she produced a simple jug seemingly out of nowhere. Scooping up the warm water, the witch slowly poured a steady stream of it onto the back of Raine's neck, letting it gently splash down her front and back. Setting the jug on the surface of the water (where it bobbed aloft like a buoy), the witch reached back below the water to press her hands against the small of Raine's back. She proceeded to knead her flesh in a tender, scrubbing and massaging motion, gradually working her way up along the sides of her spine.

"How is that...?" she said in a low, husky voice that almost seemed to reverberate through Raine.

When Christie first put her soft hands on Raine's flesh, the pressure her fingertips exerted was almost off-putting. Raine hade to brace herself ever so slightly. In a minute, it didn't seem so firm, and by the time the witch had worked halfway up her back, Raine was feeling relaxed and content throughout her whole body. Had she missed some kind of magic effect going through her there?

"So, what will you do now that you're free? I might be able to pull some strings if we ever want to go back to the capital without being arrested," she rolled her eyes. "It might involve an arena duel... but who wants to think about that right now?"

She tried to wash the thoughts away quite literally with another warm cascade from the jug. Christie's hands were really feeling quite magical right then, as they massaged Raine's shoulders, arms, and again her back.

Raine practically melted under Christie's touch. The woman clearly knew what she was doing, and her skilled hands found every tense spot in Raine's back. It wasn't long at all before the sorceress was bracing herself against the shoreline and biting her lip to quell the moans of relaxed pleasure.

"Mmm... 's good..." Raine said with a nod. "You do this professionally before?"

Regardless of Christie's answer, Raine continued to nod along. "I'm honestly not sure what I want to do now. Maybe lie low for a bit? Make a living outside the city? Dish out some retribution to people that deserve it? I don't hate the arena, but I think I prefer not making a show of myself."

Raine was relaxing fully at this point, her guard down. "Maybe I'll hold out until you've got a plan. Help out, get myself a pardon, plus a few other goodies."

"Hmm..." the Grey Witch hummed as Raine spoke. "You know, you've got some good ideas. I could stand to lie low for a while..." she paused.

"It's possible we make a good team," she giggled at the realization, gently pouring another slow, heavy stream down her spine. Raine felt one warm sensation replaced with another -- Christie's soft, wet breasts mashed against the sorceress from behind, and her hands moved down to the top of the sorceress' buttocks, kneading the flesh just below the small of her back.

"So... is this the first time we've really been alone together?" Christie asked after a while with some incredulity. As if to punctuate her whimsical thought, Christie placed a slow, wet kiss on the side of Raine's neck, her hands braced on her hips.

Raine froze when Christie's breasts pressed into her back. Her heart was racing and her body was warm, and it wasn't just from the warmth of the water.

"Y-yeah, we might be a good team." Raine agreed. "We're both damn good spellcasters, and attack things from different perspectives. Helps cover all angles."

The moment Christie pressed a kiss against Raine's neck, the sorceress shuddered, unable to stop herself from pressing back against Christie in response. "Mmh... yeah. First time we haven't had an audience of perverts watching us." she confirmed. "First time we're not trying to humiliate each other in front of half the city."

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"Hmm, yes..." Christie purred as her hands worked their charms along Raine's back and shoulders. "Covering all the angles is something we're good at..." Raine could feel Christie's nipples, a little firm, poking against her back as her digits gently kneaded the back of the sorceress' neck and scalp.

"Quite right," the witch responded. "No one around at all, it would seem," Christie glanced about, perhaps as if she was unwilling to believe it for a moment -- that at last they had some privacy. Finally satisfied, she sighed gently and seemed to relax some herself. "Feels good to not have to worry about prying eyes for once..!"

One last warm jug of water rinsed down Raine's exposed back, and she felt the Grey Witch's gentle hands turn her around.

"This side now," she said matter-of-factly. "Arms up, please," she said with a little smirk as she gazed straight into the redhead's eyes. If Raine broke eye contact, she noted the fairly casual confidence with which Christie conducted herself; she seemed unconcerned about whether or not Raine was checking out her bare tits. If anything, the subtle way in which they bounced as Christie filled the jug and continued scrubbing made her ample handfuls of flesh look like they were trying to attract attention...

"Feels extremely good." Raine agreed.

She was taken aback somewhat when Christie turned her around, though she complied with the request to lift her arms without any hesitation. Despite the intimacy and somewhat awkward nature of the whole situation, the sorceress discovered herself feeling comfortable. More or less.

She initially tried to break eye contact with Christie, only to find that trying to look anywhere else inevitably lead to staring at the witch's magnificent breasts, or attempts to peek a glimpse of what was hidden under the water line. Feeling her face flush, she quickly returned her gaze to Christie's eyes, figuring that it was the safest option she had.

"So, not that I'm ungrateful, but why the special treatment? I mean, we haven't exactly had the most friendly relationship in the past..."

Christie chuckled as she casually placed her hands on Raine's hips below the surface of the water. Her touch was firm, more slow massaging motions that gently caressed the sorceress' abdomen and worked its way slowly upwards.

"It's a good excuse to grope you, that's all," she laughed, reaching up suddenly to lightly squeeze her tits a few times in unison, making them jiggle. "I kid," she giggled quietly, moving her hands back down and resuming her relaxing rubbing motions.

"I'm just grateful, I suppose. You could have ditched me more than once back there," she said with a shrug, looking away briefly. "And anything that happened in the arena?" she giggled again, a quiet musical sound. "It would take a lot to make anything that happened there truly personal, truth be told," she conceded, moving her hands up beneath Raine's breasts. The witch gently scrubbed her chest, smoothing up handfuls of warm, cleansing water over her, massaging her flesh as she did and letting her generous handfuls bounce lightly back into place. Raine was certain the witch was intentionally letting the soft part of her thumb drag slowly across her nipples in a horribly teasing fashion.

When she was finished with Raine's front, her arms became suddenly draped around the back of the sorceress' neck, leaving their tits pressed together. Raine felt her heart jump as Christie stared into her eyes again. The witch leaned forward slowly, her eyes heavy-lidded, and she placed her soft, plump lips against Raine's.

The witch's tongue tasted like warm candy in the sorceress' mouth. It was a playful thing, when it first pushed past Raine's lips to flick at the sorceress' own tongue. Christie continued to kiss the sorceress slowly, and with some restraint, occasionally nibbling on the redhead's lips, sucking them into her own mouth, and nibbling them some more. Her breath came out in the occasional gasp as she clung to Raine, her rock-hard nipples grazing the sorceress' every now and then. At length, she let her arms drift down from Raine's shoulders, hands dipping into the water to glide down her back. As she gingerly sucked on the sorceress' tongue, her hands glided over her butt to give it a firm squeeze.

Taking a full breath at last, Christie let her lips pull away from Raine's as she drifted back a few inches.

"So, thank you again, officially," she said with a quiet grin, turning slowly to wade through the warm waters over towards the side of the pool. The witch rose gradually from the water as she neared the smooth stones that lined the edges, the liquid running off her curves in rivulets until her shapely ass came into view. Placing her hands on the edge, she pushed herself up, her ass jutting out delightfully for one moment, quivering and revealing a peek of furry crotch between her thighs. Turning over and delicately sitting with her calves hanging into the water, she leaned on one hand and grinned at Raine, gesturing with a finger for her to come.

"Come, lovely one," she coaxed. Raine saw the witch lean back ever-so-slightly, her breasts sitting magnificently on her chest above the soft tone of her stomach, and her thighs sitting open, showing off the dark blond pubes framing her silky pink folds.

Christie's bold actions effectively left Raine speechless. Between the playful grope, the continued attention and caressing of her chest, and the unexpected kiss, the only thing the sorceress could really do was turn redder by the second. Her instincts were a muddled mess as she tried to figure out what to do with everything happening to her before she finally settled with just enjoying it all.

Her tongue danced and played with Christie's as their mouths connected, her own hands resting on Christie's hips for lack of focus to do anything better. Every time her rock-hard nipples grazed against Christie's sent a tingle of electricity through her body, and Raine could only silently be glad she was already undressed and in the water to hide just how aroused she was getting. Her knees almost buckled completely as Christie squeezed her ass, and her world was hazy when the witch pulled back and thanked her once again.

Raine watched Christie's movement to the water's edge as if in a trance. Every small movement of Christie's body was riveting, and she could only tear her eyes away from Christie's glorious backside when it was no longer presented to her. Christie's beckoning was all Raine needed to convince her to approach.

"So..." she said quietly, her eyes flitting between Christie's gaze, her chest, and the treasure between her legs. "I've been thinking... it's... a little unfair that you..." she trailed off, licking her lips absently. "Ah, did what you did... and I haven't really returned the favor."

Christie sat and watched Raine be shy, all the while with a slight, smug smirk. Her eyebrow raised at Raine's proposition, which took a moment for the sorceress to convey, drawing a greater smirk from Christie. The witch leaned back to prop herself up on both arms, letting her legs drift open a bit wider and give a better view.

"Oh yeah?" she purred, her smoldering gaze settled on Raine throughout her murmuring. Her thighs parted a bit more, teasingly. The witch leaned forward again, caressing Raine's face with both of her hands to plant one more firm, slow kiss on her lips. With a little shimmy of her hips, Christie moved herself such that her buttocks were almost entirely hanging off the side of the pool's edge. Her hands urged Raine to bend forward, putting the sorceress' face right near her glistening petals. She leaned back again, completely exposed to her new lover.

"Sounds fair to me," she breathed quietly, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

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Christie's response was music to Raine's ears. With a nervous smile she leaned in close and shut her eyes. Inhaling deep, Raine took in Christie's scent, relished in the sensation, and pressed her lips against the blonde's treasure. Her tongue was fast, eager, and clearly knew what it was doing.

The lithe muscle danced along Christie's lower lips, teasing and prodding while the sorceress gently spread the witch's sex open. Her tongue slipped into Christie's glistening sex, thrusting slow and strong. Her eyes fluttered open to look up at Christie as best she could, wanting to make eye contact and truly see how good of a job she was doing.

Refusing to break eye contact once it was established, Raine ran her tongue up Christie's folds again before finding her clit, which she promptly wrapped her lips around. Giving the sensitive nub a lingering, passionate kiss, she finally leaned back.

"So, I know my tongue is good and all, but what would you say to something... magical?" she asked.

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Christie breathed carefully, trying to control herself.  Her heart raced beneath her slowly heaving breasts, capped with now-stiff nipples.  The witch bit her full lower lip as she locked her eyes onto Raine's, a sly grin on her face as she guided a caressing hand into the sorceress' hair.

"Mmmmh," Christie moaned, her lips falling open and her hand gripping Raine's hair a second.  "H-how long have you been wanting to do this?" she breathed, pressing the redhead's face against her slick crotch.

Both of her hands cupped Raine's cheeks and held her there when she started sucking on her clit.  The witch's hips bucked ever so gently, not wanting to move her lover's face away, and she licked her lips once as she stared into Raine's eyes.

"Magic is nice.  Go ahead," said the witch, unsure of what to expect.  She gave a trusting grin and sat with her thighs spread wide.

Raine smiled wide. "How long? To be honest, since the first time I saw you naked in the arena. I knew then that I had to get my tongue on you." she admitted, her blush spreading a bit.

Once she heard Christie's approval, Raine nodded and leaned back into Christie's inviting form. Her lips pressed gently against Christie's sex, then up to her clit, and slowly up her stomach to her chest, planting soft kisses all along the way. Her body slowly rose out of the water, and the magic she had alluded to made itself clear.

Raine stood fully bare and dripping wet before Christie, the only thing on her being a faint shimmering around her hips. Easing her hips forward, Christie felt a decidedly solid force press into her thigh. Looking down, the witch would see the faintest outline of a phallic shape, an artificial construct of magic, pulsing with warmth.

"Ngh... wow, that feels... unique." the sorceress said quietly. Looking into Christie's eyes, she smiled. "Ready?" she asked.

Upon Christie's approval, Raine moved forward, her magical force slipping between Christie's wet folds and sliding smoothly into her. Raine only stopped once her hips met Christie's. Savoring the moment, Raine shyly asked "Good? Sh-should I keep going?"

Christie grinned and looked down at Raine in adoration as she spoke sweet nothings to her.  Goosebumps had risen along her toned flesh, as the sorceress kissed along her skin, and she ran hands up and down her back appreciatively.  Soft sighs escaped her lips and her hands gently scratched at Raine and smacked her ass.  When the redhead was finally on top of her as they lay on the side of the pool, she bit her lower lip seductively and gazed down at the shimmering shaft of force.

"Oh my," she giggled, grabbing it to stroke it teasingly and guide it towards her slick pussy lips.  "Do you think you made it big enough?" she winked, easing it inside of her slowly and gasping when she wiggled her hips forward.  She reached and her fingernails dug into Raine's buttocks as her legs wrapped around the sorceress, thighs squeezing softly.

"Mmh... that's good," she moaned into Raine's ear, nibbling and suckling on the earlobe as she pressed her wet breasts against the sorceress's.  "You can fuck me harder than that, luv."

The feeling of Christie's nails dragging across Raine's soft skin and plush backside sent waves of electricity through the sorceress, making her shudder. Her breaths were already coming heavy and uneven as she adjusted to the unusual sensation. She'd done this sort of thing before, but never with a magical construct that let her actually feel what she was doing, and it was a world of difference.

"Mmh, careful what you say." Raine teased back, planting a firm kiss on Christie's lips. "I just might get too into it."

The redheads hips began to move then. Slowly, at first, only pulling back a small bit before sinking back into Christie's treasure. Gradually, however, she began to pick up speed, pull back and thrust back in further, her force increasing with each thrust. Christie's body rocked underneath her, pressing the witch into the soft ground below her and jiggling her breasts wildly. Raine busied herself, kissing along Christie's neck and upper chest, while her hands went about returning Christie's affections. Nails dragged down the witch's sides, leaving red marks in their wake.

"T-talk." Raine managed to say. It was unclear if it was a command or a request. "Talk dirty."

The writhing witch squirmed around pleasedly beneath the sorceress, a steady stream of low moans and gasps coming from her lips, which occasionally rose to suck on Raine’s neck or tongue. Her hands rested firmly on her lover’s ass for a while, squeezing, fondling, and smacking vigorously to encourage the motion of Raine’s hips. Occasionally, she arched her back when Raine leaned her head low, urging her breasts towards the other woman’s mouth.

“Mmh, fuck,” she breathed when Raine teased the magic phallus in and out of her. “You know how to use that thing.”

Her eyes sparkled darkly when Raine made her request. A sly grin followed.

“Gods, yes, Raine... are you enjoying fucking my dripping wet pussy?” she hummed right next to the redhead’s ear. Her lips brushed her earlobe as she whimpered. “You’ve no idea the dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you... wanted you to do to me... you could get away with so much right now... smack my tits around, pull my hair... flip me over and fuck my ass... aah!” she squealed in the middle of her dirty stream of consciousness, lifting her thighs by the knees on either side of her. Her swollen labia spread a bit more and gave Raine a fantastic view of the shaft of force slowly slipping in and out of her.

“F-fuck yes, make my tits bounce, b-by fucking me..!” she moaned whorishly, reaching up to cup her breasts and jiggle them below Raine’s face. “I w-wanna... ahhh... feel your hips smacking against my ass!”

Every word that came out of Christie's mouth only served to increase the force and energy behind every thrust as Raine grew more excited. Unable to ignore Christie's blatant cues, the sorceress hungrily kissed and bit at Christie's breasts with every opportunity. Her hands settled on the witch's shapely hips, nails digging in sharply as she gave one of Christie's nipples a particularly sharp bite.

"Mmmh, do you now?" she asked in response to Christie's shameless moans. "Who am I to decline such a slutty request?"

Raine withdrew herself from Christie at an agonizingly slow pace. When the magical shaft finally slipped free of Christie's wet folds, Raine quickly grabbed the witch by the shoulders and rolled her over onto her front. Hiking Christie's hips up and positioning herself, Raine helped herself to several powerful slaps to Christie's beautifully sculpted ass.

"Tell you what, Christie." Raine said as she grabbed Christie's ass and roughly pulled her cheeks apart. "I'll fuck your ass, but I want to hear these 'things' you've wanted. Every last detail, no matter how lurid or humiliating."

Raine punctuated her demand with a swift thrust. Unlike her initial entrance into Christie, this was confident and fast, burying the full length of the magical shaft in an instant, aided by the wetness clinging to it from Christie's sex. Grabbing a handful of Christie's blonde locks, Raine yanked back and leaned close to Christie's ear.

"Go."

((havin a ball here. Just wanted to touch base w/ya and let ya know I'll be getting some responses in, hopefully later tonight, but possibly tomorrow or the next few days instead. I was hoping to have it by tonight since it seems like you're posting on weekends; ill see what I can do...))