Echidna

The tea party in the Castle of Dreams was the same as always, except this time the liquid in the cup wasn’t tea. It was thick, faintly sweet, and carried an intimate scent you recognized immediately. You drank it anyway. Echidna watched you in silence the entire time, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

She sat across from you, one leg crossed over the other, her long white hair spilling over the chair. The black dress clung tightly to her body, the fabric stretched taut over her hips and ass. She set the empty cup down on the table and looked at you, eyes half-lidded.

Echidna:You drank it without a single complaint. Interesting. Most people refuse at least once. You didn’t. I like that. You’ve been useful so far, more useful than most. I suppose that deserves some form of compensation.

She stood up slowly. The chair creaked as her weight shifted. She turned, resting one hand on the table, and leaned forward just enough for the dress to pull even tighter across her rear. The fabric strained, the white trim digging slightly into the soft flesh. From this angle her ass dominated the space between you, heavy and round, barely contained. The scent clinging to the fabric was the same one that had been in the cup, only closer and warmer now.

Echidna:As your payment… you can fuck me. You already drank what came out of there. It would be a shame if you didn’t try the source as well, don’t you think?

She said it with the same calm tone she always used, as if she were talking about the weather. Her free hand lifted, two fingers lightly tapping her lower lip as she glanced back over her shoulder at you. The green butterfly hairpin caught the light.

Echidna:Don’t look at me like that. You knew exactly what you were drinking. And you did it anyway. That’s already a kind of contract, isn’t it? A small one. Now I’m offering you the rest.

She didn’t move away. She stayed bent over the table, one hand still holding the edge. Her ass remained presented, the black fabric pulled so tight you could see the clear outline of her cheeks and the slight dip between them. The smell was stronger now, warm and dense, stuck to the fabric and her skin.

Echidna:Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to take what I’m offering? I don’t make this kind of deal often. You already drank my tea. Consider this… the logical continuation.

She shifted her weight slightly, the movement making her ass sway just enough to stretch the dress further. A faint sheen of sweat had gathered where the fabric met her skin. She watched you over her shoulder, waiting, with that same quiet curiosity she always had.

Echidna:You can stay quiet if you want. But the deal is already on the table. And I rarely take back what I offer.

Echidna leaned further over the table, resting her chest and forearm on the surface while her other hand remained open, palm up, near the cup that still let out a thin thread of steam. The black dress was stretched so tightly across her ass that the fabric looked shiny and almost translucent in the most strained areas, the white stitching sunk deep into the soft flesh, marking every heavy curve and the fold where her cheeks pressed together.

The scent arrived denser and closer. Warm, thick, unmistakably hers. It clung to the tight fabric and the skin underneath, a mix of the same heavy fluid you had already drunk and the light sweat that had gathered in the lower crease and between her cheeks. Every time she breathed, the aroma rose a little more, sticky and warm, filling the air right in front of you.

Echidna:You’re still looking. I can feel exactly where your eyes are. Most people would have said something or done something by now… you haven’t. I’m wondering if you’re actually going to accept the rest of the deal, or if you’re fine just standing there watching how everything shows through.

She turned her head over her shoulder, the small calm smile still on her lips. A few pink hearts floated near her face, but her eyes remained serene and curious. Her ass stayed fully presented, the fabric pulled so taut that every line of her cheeks and the faint damp sheen where sweat had collected at the bottom were clearly visible.

Echidna:The deal is still the same. You already drank what came from there. This is just what’s left. I’m not going to stand up or fix the dress until you decide what you want to do. So tell me… are you going to keep looking, or are you going to do something with what I’m offering you?

She slowly shifted her hips to one side, then the other, making her ass sway under the fabric. The movement made the dress creak softly and a drop of sweat slide down the outer curve of her right cheek before disappearing under the dress. The scent grew heavier and closer, warm, salty, and slightly sweet, the same aroma that had been in the cup, now coming directly from her body. She stayed exactly in that position, bent over, waiting, without hurry and without shame.

Echidna:I don’t mind how long you take. But the more time you spend just looking, the more curious I get about what you’re actually thinking. And you already know I like satisfying my curiosity… especially when you’ve already given me an answer by drinking everything.

Echidna was still seated at the table, calmly drinking from her cup while she spoke about the contract in that soft, even voice, as if she weren’t offering anything unusual. Steam rose slowly from the cup. Her black dress was already a little tight across her hips, but she hadn’t moved from her seat.

Echidna:The terms haven’t changed. You already accepted the first part when you drank. The rest is simply waiting. You can take it whenever you want. There’s no rush. I’m not going to stand up until you decide.

You were sitting across from her, already on edge. The sky was too bright, the grass too green and perfect, and the way she kept talking about the deal with that absolute calm had been pressing on your chest for a while. Your hands were clenched tight on your knees. Your breathing was heavier and shorter than it should have been. She took another slow sip, still watching you with that serene, curious look, completely unbothered by your tension.

Echidna: You’re tense. I can see it in the way you’re breathing. If you don’t want to continue, you can say so. But you haven’t said no either. I’m just waiting to see what you’ll do. You can stay sitting there as long as you want.

Something in her tone, calm and almost distant while she kept offering herself so casually, finally snapped. You stood up fast. The chair scraped hard against the ground. Before she could set the cup down, you moved around the table in one step and buried your face directly into her ass, both hands gripping the heavy, soft cheeks as you pressed yourself firmly against the tight black dress.

The fabric was warm and slightly damp against your skin. The thick, intimate scent hit you immediately, the same one from the cup, now pressed directly against your nose and mouth, warm, salty, and sticky. You could feel the light sweat that had gathered in the crease under the fabric, and the soft weight of her ass kept your face buried. Echidna stayed leaned forward, one hand still holding the cup. She glanced back over her shoulder, the small smile still there, completely unshaken, as if this were also part of the deal.

Echidna:So that’s what you decided. You could have simply said you wanted it. But this works too. I’m not going to move.

She didn’t pull away. She stayed exactly where she was, letting the weight of her ass keep your face buried. She took another quiet sip while you remained there. The scent of her skin, the light sweat, and the fluid you had already drunk mixed under the fabric, growing stronger and closer the longer you stayed pressed against her, warm and thick, filling every breath.

Echidna:You can stay like that as long as you want. I’m not in a hurry. Just tell me when you’re done… or if you want more. I’m curious to see what you’ll decide now that you’re already there.

Echidna stood in front of you, both hands resting firmly on her hips, the tight black dress marking every curve of her body, especially the heavy, round ass the fabric could barely contain. The warm, slightly sweet witch scent she always carried mixed with the light sweat under the cloth. She looked at you with that small, calm smile, completely at ease.

Echidna:Done looking from behind? You can see it from the front too. The fabric still has a bit of dampness from the sweat earlier.

She turned slowly, presenting her back to you. One hand rested on her hip while the other stayed slightly raised. The dress clung to her large, heavy ass, the fabric shiny and taut, clearly outlining the crease between the cheeks and the heavy curves. The witch scent, warm and a little cloying, grew stronger up close. She glanced over her shoulder, the same serene, curious expression on her face.

Echidna:If you like this side better, you can stay there. I don’t mind. I’m just waiting to see what you decide.

She sat with her legs slightly parted, hands clasped in front of her, resting between her thighs. The dress stretched even tighter over her hips and ass, the white stitching pulled taut, the fabric marking every line. The witch scent clung to the cloth along with the light sweat. She looked at you with the same soft smile, completely still.

Echidna:You can come closer if you want. Or stay where you are. Under the fabric it’s still a little sticky… the smell too. I’m not going to move.

She leaned forward, hands clasped into a heart shape between her thighs, the huge heavy ass pushed back by the pose. The dress was stretched so tight the fabric looked shiny and almost stuck to the skin in the crease. The witch scent grew denser and closer in that position. She tilted her head, watching you closely with that calm smile.

Echidna:You’re still looking without saying anything. That’s fine. I’m not in a hurry. You can check for yourself if you want.

Finally she stood up again, both hands on her hips, the dress taut and shiny over the heavy ass. She turned a little to show it from the side and back at the same time, one hand lowering slightly to touch the side of one cheek. The warm witch scent still floated around the damp fabric. She looked back at you with that same calm, slightly knowing smile.

Echidna:So… are you going to keep standing there or bury your face again? The fabric hasn’t dried completely. I’ll wait.

The warm, intimate witch scent, mixed with the light sweat under the tight dress, lingered in the air, dense and close, while she waited in each pose, completely unbothered.

Echidna was sitting at the small outdoor table, one hand holding the teacup near her lips, the other resting on the table. Her black dress clung tightly to her body, marking her large breasts and the heavy, round ass that spilled a little over the seat. The bright sky and green grass stretched behind her. She noticed you approaching and gave a soft, knowing smile.

Echidna:Mmmb~ what do we have here? Such an unexpected visit.

She lowered the cup slightly, still smiling, the warm, slightly sweet witch scent she always carried drifting in the air. Steam rose from the tea. She watched you with that calm, curious expression.

Echidna:So, are you here for knowledge, power, money? Or..

She rested her chin on her clasped hands, leaning forward a little over the table. The black dress stretched tight across her full chest and wide hips, the fabric shiny where it pulled. The same soft smile stayed on her lips as she waited, the witch scent mixing lightly with the tea.

Echidna:You're looking for a 'deeper' type of knowledge?

She leaned back in the chair, one hand near her chest, the dress pulling even tighter over her large, heavy breasts and the massive ass pressed into the seat. Her smile widened slightly, amused, the warm witch scent growing a little stronger as she shifted.

Echidna:In that case, lets turn this place into a..

She raised one hand, a small golden spark of magic appearing at her fingertip. With a quiet snap, the bright outdoor scene shifted. The light grew warmer, the table and chairs faded, and the space became more enclosed.

Echidna:More fitting one~

The dress was gone. She sat fully nude now, legs parted, one hand resting on her thick thigh. Her large, heavy breasts hung softly, the soft rounded stomach fully exposed, pussy and heavy ass on display. Without the fabric the warm, intimate witch scent was stronger, clinging to her skin. She looked down at you with the same calm smile.

She leaned forward between your legs, her huge round ass raised behind her, the large heavy cheeks parted by the pose. Her tongue dragged slowly along the length of your cock, saliva dripping from her lips and coating the shaft. The witch scent mixed with the warmer smell of her skin and saliva. She kept her eyes on you, the soft smile still there as she licked.

She took the head into her mouth, tongue pressing underneath as she sank lower. Strings of saliva stretched from her lips down the shaft. Her hands rested on your thighs, steady, while she worked her mouth deeper, her large breasts hanging close. The smell of saliva and warm skin grew thicker.

She pushed further, taking you deep into her throat. Her eyes stayed half-lidded, focused, saliva and fluids dripping from her chin onto your skin. Her massive heavy ass remained raised behind her, the large cheeks glistening a little, the warm intimate witch scent and the smell of saliva filling the space.

Echidna:But we're not done yet! I still see you kinda tense down there~

She turned, presenting her large heavy ass toward you, the huge round cheeks shining with sweat and fluids, the damp crease visible. She looked back over her shoulder, both hands raised slightly, the same teasing smile on her face as she waited. The warm witch scent mixed with the smell of sweat and skin hung heavy in the air.

She stayed like that, completely unbothered.

Echidna stood with her back to you, the black dress stretched so tightly over her massive ass that the fabric looked ready to give at any moment. Every seam and stitch stood out sharply, the material shiny and strained across the heavy, round curves. The outline of her large anus was clearly visible through the cloth, the fabric dipping and pressing deep into the crease between the cheeks, marking the hole with precision.

She glanced back over her shoulder, that small calm smile on her face, the butterfly clip in her long white hair. The warm, slightly sweet witch scent she always carried mixed with the heat trapped under the stretched fabric, growing denser the closer you got.

Echidna:Still looking. The dress is very tight, isn’t it? If you stare long enough you can see everything through the fabric. It’s been like this for a while… a little damp in the center, right where it sinks between the cheeks. The smell is stronger there too. You can notice it even from where you’re standing, can’t you? The heat stays trapped and the fabric won’t let it escape. It sticks to the skin and stays there, warm and a little sticky.

She shifted her weight slightly, making the huge ass move from side to side and the already taut cloth pull even tighter. The shape of her hole stayed clearly marked, the thin material sunk deep between the cheeks, almost see-through in that spot from how stretched it was. The witch scent grew a little heavier with the movement, warm and close, coming out in waves each time the fabric shifted.

Echidna: You can come closer if you want. Or stay where you are. I’m not going to adjust it. It stays like this until I decide otherwise. If you get close enough you’ll feel the heat coming straight off the fabric… and the smell too. I don’t mind if you check for yourself. The cloth is so tight you can almost see the color of the skin underneath, especially in the middle. And the witch scent clings stronger there, where it’s damper.

The air around her ass was warm, the stretched fabric holding the faint dampness and the intimate witch scent right against the skin, dense and hard to ignore. She stayed still, letting you look, completely unbothered, the massive heavy ass filling almost the entire view.

Echidna:You’re still there. That’s fine. I’m not in a hurry. The fabric stays just as tight and the smell doesn’t go away. You can keep looking as long as you want. If at some point you want to come closer and see how the stretched cloth feels against the hole, go ahead. I’ll stay like this.

Echidna was sitting on the edge of the outdoor table in the middle of the grassy field, one hand resting on her bare ass and the other braced behind her. Her black top was still on, but the lower part of her outfit was gone, leaving her huge, pale ass fully exposed and glistening with sweat under the sun. Thick drops of sweat ran slowly down the heavy curves, catching the light before dripping onto the table. She looked at you with that small, calm smile, a faint blush on her cheeks and a single drop of sweat sliding down her face.

Echidna:The heat out here is stronger than I expected. The fabric was sticking too much, so I took it off. You can see the sweat more clearly now. It’s been building for a while… warm, and a little sticky where the skin stays pressed together.

She shifted slightly, the massive ass spreading a little more against the table. The warm witch scent that always clung to her mixed with the saltier smell of sweat under the open air, growing thicker with the movement. Her long white hair fell over one shoulder as she watched you.

Echidna:I’m not going to put it back on yet. It’s cooler like this. You can stay and look if you want, or come closer. The table’s wide enough. The sweat keeps running… you can hear the small drops if you listen.

In the next moment she leaned forward over the table, both hands planted on the surface, her huge ass raised high behind her. The black pants were pulled down to her thighs, the fabric bunched and creased, and her bare feet were visible at the bottom, soles slightly shiny with sweat. The sweat on her ass caught the light, thick and slow, and the warm witch scent grew stronger with the new position, mixing with the heavier smell of warm skin.

Echidna:This is better for the heat. The air moves more when I’m bent like this. The smell of the sweat is stronger too… it mixes with the usual scent and stays close. I’m not in a hurry to stand back up. You can stay there and watch the drops run if you want. They keep falling.

She stayed bent over the table, ass high and heavy, sweat slowly dripping down the curves and onto the grass below, completely unbothered by the open field around them.

Echidna was sitting with both bare feet raised toward you, the soles glistening under the light. Sweat and clear fluid dripped slowly down the soft pink skin, collecting in the wrinkles and running toward the toes. The warm witch scent she always carried mixed with the stronger, slightly salty smell of her feet after being out in the open, growing denser the closer the soles got.

Echidna:These are the bodily fluids I use to make your tea…

She held the feet steady, toes slightly curled, the fluid shining as it slid down the arches and gathered between the folds of the skin. The heat coming off the soles was noticeable, almost sticky, and the smell grew heavier with every drop that fell. She watched you with that small, calm smile, not looking away.

Echidna:Those are the greatest feet I’ve ever seen… You can look as long as you want. The fluid keeps coming, warm and a little thick. It mixes with the usual scent and stays stuck to the skin. If you come closer you’ll notice it even stronger.

A thicker drop slid down the center of one sole, hung for a moment between the toes, then fell. The smell rose a little more with the movement. She didn’t pull the feet away.

Echidna:Worship me, and we will have a contract, Subaru-kun~ The tea tastes different when it’s made like this. You can already tell by the smell… it’s sweeter and heavier than usual. The fluid keeps running, it doesn’t stop.

She kept both soles presented, the fluid continuing to drip slowly down the shining skin, the warm witch scent and the denser foot smell hanging in the air while she waited, completely still.

Echidna was bent over with her huge ass raised high, the black dress stretched tight across the heavy curves. The fabric clung and sank deep between the cheeks, marking the shape clearly and showing the tension in every seam. The warm witch scent she always carried mixed with a heavier, closer smell coming from under the stretched cloth, dense and a little damp.

Echidna:DRINK THAT TEA AND THEN YOU CAN 'DRINK' THIS

She stayed in place, the ass heavy and still, the dress so tight that the heat and faint dampness underneath stayed trapped against the skin. The smell grew denser the longer she held the position, rising in waves every time the fabric shifted even slightly.

Echidna:The tea first. Then this. The fabric is already damp where it stretches the most, right in the center. You can smell it from there, stronger and heavier than the usual scent. I’m not moving until you finish the tea. The heat stays trapped and the smell doesn’t go away.

She shifted her ass slowly from side to side, making the dress stretch even tighter and sending a thicker wave of the smell upward with the movement.

Echidna:There are many gallons of tea stored. You’ll take a while. In the meantime this stays like this. The smell gets stronger every time it moves. The fabric stays just as tight. You can keep drinking. There’s plenty left.

In the small window Subaru was drinking, but Echidna didn’t turn around. The huge ass stayed presented, the dress pulled taut and shiny in places from the tension, the warm witch scent and the heavier smell from under the cloth hanging thick and constant in the air.

Echidna:It’s still waiting. The smell gets stronger if you take too long. The fabric stays just as tight and the heat is still trapped underneath. You can smell it from where you are. There’s more than enough tea, so I’m not in a hurry.

Echidna was sitting on the couch with one leg raised, her bare foot brought close until the sole was only a few centimeters from your face. The sole glistened with sweat under the sun, thick drops sliding down the soft pink skin and gathering between the toes. The warm witch scent she always carried mixed with the stronger, salty smell of the sweat from her foot, dense and warm, sticking directly against your nose.

Echidna:The heat stays stuck. The sweat keeps coming out, slow, and it doesn’t dry easily. You can smell it from there, so close it feels heavier. The sole is right in front of your face.

Her face looked calm, with a small smile, clear eyes looking down without looking away. The foot stayed close, the sole damp and shining, the smell rising with every drop that fell and brushing against your skin.

Echidna:I’m not pulling it away yet. The sweat gathers in the wrinkles and runs down on its own. The smell is heavier than usual, salty and warm, and it stays right here, close to your face. If you don’t move you’ll keep noticing it.

A thick drop slid down the center of the sole and fell near your cheek. The smell grew a little denser with the movement. Echidna didn’t move the foot.

Echidna:It stays the same. The sweat doesn’t stop. The skin is hot and the smell stays. The sole is still close to your face. You can keep looking if you want, I don’t mind.

The foot stayed close, shining with sweat, the warm witch scent and the salty foot smell hanging heavy in the air, while her face remained calm, watching without saying more.