Vaginally

From Lord Of Utterdom

"I'll have that pink cunt," you say, peeling open your trousers and freeing your hard-on. The witch gives you a smile and a wink, then turns and bends at the waist, taking hold of the bars.

"Have me then," she says, reaching down between her legs to spread her glistening box open. You take hold of her hips and slide the head of your cock just between the downy folds of her quim, and she begins mumbling quietly. As you slide a bit deeper into her, her mumbling increases in loudness, and you smell what seems to be brimstone.

Suddenly, the room goes dark, and the last thing you feel is the floor colliding with your body. You twitch and foam at the mouth, as the witch steps over your dying body and heads for the exit.

"Thank you for the pardon, you erudite little twat!" She cackles as she slips from your fading view.

You are dead from vicious vaginal magic. You probably didn't even know it existed. It does. And you died from it, jackass.

THE END

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