Synaesthespian had not quite felt herself since she had faced The Enchanter. Although the heroine had won the day and she knew the villain was behind bars, something was off. Her last date with fellow superhero Foundation had been a disaster, yet somehow Synaesthespian couldn’t bring herself to regret the end of their relationship. She needed to be on her own, get to know herself.

After a few weeks without the fragrance of a man’s touch, Syn felt an old, familiar hunger rise within her. This was something a girl could take care of herself, too.

And yet, as the sorceress superheroine caressed the bright skin of her breasts, she found the hunger only grew sharper. As her fingers evoked sweet tastes of carnal pleasure from her dripping pussy, Syn’s arousal only grew more insistent. None of her old strokes or time-tested rhythms brought her any closer to release.

Desperate, Synaesthespian gasped out the first words that popped into her mind. “I submit to The Enchanter.” Like a drop of water on a parched throat, she felt relief, her body shuddering as she eked her way toward orgasm. Every repetition brought her closer to release, and closer to The Enchanter’s leash.

Soon, Synaesthespian would feel herself for The Enchanter.

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