"Oh, my love..." The witch strokes her lover's cheek, shivering at the feeling of her own cum coating that pretty dark skin. "I will fill you... and maybe you will fill up our guest. But first things first."<br/><br/>With one more mischievous smile, the witch runs her fingers over her lover's skin once more... and begins to chant under her breath. Bit by bit, the big, muscular woman starts to fade from sight... but certainly not from the witch's grip.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Now, love, it's very important that you be as sneaky as can be. I will protect you, of course... but it's more fun when we're not using magic, just having fun in plain sight. Now... I'm going to go sit in front of the fire, and you... well, I'll let you decide which hole you want filled first..."<br/><br/>Using her fingers as a guide, Sheraile stands... and moves to sit cross-legged in front of the fire, as if she were meditating. Of course, she's acting... but that's half the fun. Now, to just wait for her lover to make her choice... and then for the barmaid to arrive.