As Xavier pistoned in and out of Dolly's tight little core, his back arched as if to thrust himself ever deeper into her.  His gaze looked upwards to the heavens almost as if he were giving thanks for the gift that was Dolly's wet pussy enveloping his manhood as if made for just this purpose.  He was not perhaps the most attentive lover but he tended to make up for it with enthusiasm once he got started.  He might, however have been wise to be a bit more attentive to this particular fuck as before he had time to properly react she had turned on him.  She was such a small thing, half his weight and a head shorter, but in his position he fell back easily when she shoved his chest.  For a moment he thought she was going to attack him, and in a way she did.  Diving on his cock like the crazed witch that she so clearly was as she lapped up the slickness of her own arousal from Xavier's still throbbing shaft.  He blushed at the thought of how easily she had put him on his back but he had little inclination to dwell on that humiliation as he felt his cock swallowed by her hungry mouth.<br/><br/>Xavier's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he lay there helpless beneath the sexual assault of a well practiced witch.  Physically he could have his way with her, but sexually he was no match for her at all.  Combined with his moderate success at keeping his vow of celibacy, (he was nearing the one month mark on this particular evening) he felt himself ready to climax almost immediately.  Panting for breath he looked down at Dolly, images of succubi entered his mind and the warning given to young knights about the perils of sex outside of marriage.  His eyes were wide with fear as  he felt his impending climax about to erupt.  With a last shred of willpower he reached out, grabbing a fistful of the witches hair and prying her head back before she could suck the very soul out of him.<br/><br/>He hadn't a moment to lose as his throbbing cock erupted almost as soon as it left her lips, spraying her face with a thick hot stream of his seed.  The first blast quickly followed by several more before he was able to roll himself to one side and drag himself away from her.  Staggering to his feet, feeling weak enough that maybe she had taken some of his vitality through her sinful lust, though in reality it was simply a VERY powerful orgasm brought on by the best blow job he had ever received.  Still he didn't know that and he feared for both his mortal life and his eternal soul as he clumsily worked to fasten his breeches as he staggered towards the unseen girl hiding in the woods and watching them.  It was pure coincidence, but unless she moved to evade him, he would practically trip over her.