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Winx Club: Love Is A Four Letter Word
By eltf177
    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Winx Club, nor do I make any profit from this story.
    AUTHOR’S NOTES: Another of those wacky pairings I think up and then struggle to come up with a plausible reason for them to happen. Many thanks to Lunaroli for giving me this idea and most especially for the wonderful title.

    This story is set in Season 3 in the comic series where the Trix have returned to Cloud Tower after having lost (and secretly regained) their memories. And both girls are OOC for reasons that will be seen...
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    “The judge’s have made their decision...” A hush fell over the crowd. “And it’s a tie! Darcy of Cloud Tower and Layla of Alfea are tied for first place!” The crowd roared. This had been one of the best dance contests in years with a lot of great contestants. Both Darcy and Layla were at the top of their forms and were now shocked to find themselves tied.
    The MC continued. “The judge’s have requested that Darcy and Layla do an improvised dance together to break the tie.” The crowd roared their approval.
    Darcy took a sidelong glance at Layla. “You’re going down, fairy!”
    Layla never missed a beat. “In your dreams, witch!”
    The music started up, an up-tempo beat. Both Darcy and Layla immediately began to dance, one eye on the other. At first the water fairy seemed to be in the lead as chants of ‘Layla!’ came from the audience. But suddenly the dark-skinned fairy caught a blurred motion as Darcy’s hands went behind her back. Suddenly the top she’d been wearing came untied at the back. As the dark witch did a quick spin it suddenly came flying off and into the audience where a large group of boys quickly got into fist fights trying to grab it. The brunette’s arms went over her head as her small but pert breasts juggled free, the dark witch now only wearing her jeans and sandals. All of a sudden the crowd was loudly chanting ‘Darcy!’
    Layla was beyond angry. This was a cheap shot, and there was only one way to counter it. Without a hint of subtlety she reached up and pulled her own top off, throwing it into the same group of boys who’s fight renewed at this new prize. Now only clad in her skirt and knee-high boots the water fairy spun around the stage, her own slightly larger and firmer breasts also given their freedom. The crowd was now shouting both ‘Layla!’ and ‘Darcy!’ and it was impossible to tell which one was in the lead.
    The show’s sponsors were mortified at first, but quickly realized what a draw this was. The vid rights were now shot, but maybe something could be salvaged for a more adult clientele...
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    The contest was over, a tie quickly being declared as the sponsors got Layla and Darcy off stage and covered up. One of the female reps loaned a shirt to Layla and the water fairy left to head back to Alfea.
    While walking towards the bus stop she noticed Darcy, clad in a flowered top that did _not_ suit her, also walking towards the same bus stop.
    Quickly walking up behind the enchantress the dark-skinned fairy suddenly said in a stage whisper, “Look out, your top’s come undone!”
    Darcy never missed a step. “So that means yours is going to ‘fall off’ as well?”
    “That was a cheap move back there, Darcy!”
    The dark witch turned towards Layla, a phony tear running down her cheek. “I’m hurt you would make such an accusation!”
    The water fairy wasn’t buying Darcy’s act. “C’mon, Darcy. You knew I was going to win, so you had to pull that cheap stunt to get every guy in the place rooting for you.”
    The enchantress just laughed. “Ok, so you had a slight lead. I just decided to use my best asset to even things up.” She lustily ran her eyes up and down the dark-skinned fairy. “I’m surprised you didn’t drop your skirt and let every guy in the place drool over that magnificent ass of yours.”
    Layla blushed deeply, the red giving her skin an odd but sexy tone. “You really think so?”
    *Like casting a spell on a bunch of caged mice!* “Damn straight! Best ass on the planet!”
    What Darcy didn’t know was that Layla hadn’t fallen for the none too subtle bait, but was testing the dark witch herself. She did an obvious check on Darcy. “I have to say, your own is pretty hot. And you have very nice breasts.”
    Darcy was shocked, a fairy was saying this? “Yours aren’t bad. I wish mine were as big and nice.”
    Now the water fairy was getting confused. Was that more bait or was the dark witch sincere? “So we’re both hot. Still a tie. How do we break it?”
    Darcy licked her lips as she looked up and down the dark-skinned girl. “Well, we could always do another dance.”
    “And how would that change things?”
    Darcy made her move. “In private, just us two.”
    Layla was confused. “Just what are you getting at, Darcy?”
    “Look fairy, do I have to spell it out for you? This is the only way to settle this.”
    The water fairy was about to say ‘let’s invite our friends to judge this’ but stopped. “Just us two, nobody else. And we have to be honest with each other.”
    Darcy was surprised that Layla wasn’t fighting her on this. “Agreed.”
    The water fairy thought for a few more moments. “OK then. I’ll get us a hotel room. Nobody but us, and no cameras or recording spells. Agreed?”
    “Agreed.”
    “And what are the stakes, if any?”
    The enchantress smiled at the dark-skinned fairy. “What would you suggest?”
    Layla grinned at the brunette. “How about you try and keep those sisters of yours under control?”
    Darcy laughed and gave the fairy a big smile. “You really think they’ll listen to me?”
    Layla grinned right back. “Hey, give them a strip show like today and yeah, I think they’ll listen.”
    *Shows how well you know Stormy* Darcy thought. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise more than that.”
    “I can live with that” Layla replied. After a pause she continued. “And if you win?”
    The enchantress said nothing but slowly walked around and behind the water fairy. She slowly ran a finger down Layla’s right cheek, across her neck and up her left cheek. Leaning in close she breathed heavily into Layla’s ear. “I thought that would be obvious...” Using her hand she turned the dark-skinned fairy around to face her. “I want you...”
    Layla closed her eyes, desperately hoping that the dark witch didn’t notice that she’d just totally soaked her panties. The water fairy had a number of further questions about the contest; what sort of dance, costumes, music, etc. And now none of those things seemed important...
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    Two days later Darcy’s cell phone received a text, giving the hotel name and room number where the contest was to be held. As classes were over the enchantress grabbed her bag containing her costumes and CD of choice and headed for the bus to Magix.
    She’d thought about letting Icy and Stormy in on this bet, but didn’t. It wasn’t that she’d promised Layla, the dark witch made such promises all the time and felt no obligation to keep any of them. But this time was different. Seducing and abandoning a fairy was a ritual at Cloud Tower, but Darcy had more in mind, much more...
    She arrived at the hotel and immediately headed up to the room. When she got there she didn’t bother to knock but went straight in.
    The room was large, with a huge window allowing the late afternoon sun to cast a warm glow everywhere. And Layla had the furniture moved making for a large open area in front of it, a single lounge chair was placed between the stage and the window. Darcy smiled, this was very much to her liking.
    She heard water running in the bathroom. “Hey Layla, you there?”
    “Yeah!” the water fairy replied. “I didn’t have time to take a shower earlier, hope you don’t mind!”
    “Not at all. Why don’t I go first?”
    “Sounds good to me. I’ll be done in a minute.”
    “Take your time!” the enchantress replied as she went to change into her costume.
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    About ten minutes later a freshly laundered Layla, clad only in a robe, stepped out of the bathroom and took a seat in front of the window.
    She didn’t have long to wait as suddenly exotic music filled the room and from behind the curtains came Darcy. The fairy’s jaw came close to hitting the floor.
    The enchantress had decided on the “Dance of the Seven Veils.” She was ‘dressed’ in nothing but sheer strips of silk, and only her constant movement prevented Layla from getting a good look at the dark witch’s luscious body. But that was soon to change.
    As Darcy began to spin and dip on the carpet in front of the water fairy she began to slip off the first veil. She then circled around Layla, draping it over the dark-skinned fairy as Darcy pirouetted around her ‘victim’. This pattern continued, but with each pass the dark witch not only deposited a veil but performed an act of arousal. Sometimes it was a hot or cold breath in an ear, on a cheek or the water fairy’s neck. Other times a finger would slowly draw across Layla’s skin, allowing the enchantress to cast a mild lust spell on the unsuspecting fairy. And the enchantress took the opportunity to untie Layla’s robe, letting it fall open. On a subsequent pass she slipped it off the water fairy’s shoulders (planting a soft kiss on the back of Layla’s neck after doing so), leaving the dark-skinned fairy almost naked in the chair.
    For her part the water fairy was memorized by the sight. Of course, Darcy’s spell played no small part in that. Layla just stared as more and more of the enchantress’ skin became visible. She was fast becoming aware of the fact that, although her mouth might be quite dry, another part of her body was soaked. She prayed that the dark witch wouldn’t notice...
    But she had, and this only further encouraged Darcy to continue her actions. She was beginning to run out of veils and needed time for her spells to work, so she slowed the tempo. And this allowed her more time to slowly caress the water fairy. When she slowly ran a fingernail around Layla’s left nipple the dark-skinned girl noticeably shuttered. Delighted by this, she used her other hand to repeat the action on Layla’s right nipple, causing an even more noticeable reaction.
    The water fairy was panting loudly. Her hand had earlier slipped between her legs, stroking her erect clit and slipping inside. She had tried to be discrete, but as her system began to overload she sped up and was quickly approaching a massive climax.
    *Not yet, my pet!* the enchantress thought. She moved back towards the light, beginning to slip off the remaining veils as quickly as she could. In a few moments she was completely naked. Darcy now slowed to make sure Layla got a very good look at her. The dark witch’s juices were flowing down her legs and her entire body glimmered with sweat. Her small but pert pale breasts were topped with small, dark areolas and tiny stiff nubs.
    Layla continued to stare in lust at Darcy as one hand continued to piston in and out of her soaking wet quim, the other kept tweaking a nipple. She occasionally switched hands to give the other nipple the same treatment.
    *Now!* Darcy began to spin and close in on Layla. When she got close she grabbed the hand that Layla had been stroking her twat with. Holding it up, she then fell into the water fairy’s lap. Quickly taking the other hand her hers she brought them both up to her face. Each was slick with the dark-skinned fairy’s juices, and Darcy slowly and seductively licked them completely clean as she stared into Layla’s eyes. And this also had the effect of not allowing Layla to continue to masturbate, keeping the fairy from cumming too soon.
    When the dark witch finished lapping up the last of the fairy’s delicious juices, she leaned her head against Layla’s neck. “So”, she paused, “I take it you had some small interest in my dance?”
    “Ummm...”
    “My, I always thought you were more eloquent than that” Darcy teased.
    The water fairy opened her mouth, then closed it again.
    The enchantress laughed. “OK, enough of that. It’s your turn!” She got off of the dark-skinned fairy’s lap and stood beside the chair, her legs slightly apart allowing Layla a good look at her shaved snatch and cum-streaked legs. She dropped her right hand down and used her index finger to gather up some. She raised the finger to her mouth and seductively sucked it clean. “Nice, but not nearly as good as yours!”
    Finally snapping back to reality, the water fairy stood up. Her knees almost buckled but she managed to stand. “Ummm...I ought to clean up first. Be back in a few!” She rushed to the bathroom.
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    While the dark-skinned fairy showered she fought the urge to play with herself. Darcy’s spells were losing their edge but still in action. And as she showered her mind was racing. Layla knew that Darcy would be bringing her “A” game but there was _no_ way to have foreseen this! The water fairy had brought several costumes to be prepared, but now none of them stood a chance against the dark witch. But the dark-skinned fairy wouldn’t give up without a fight and kept trying to come up with something...
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    Layla hurried back to the bedroom. She’d come up with an idea and she felt she had enough clothes to improvise and pull this off.
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    Darcy was getting impatient when suddenly a furious bass beat started up. And from behind the curtains stepped Layla. The dark witch’s eyes grew wide...
    The fairy was dressed in a tank top that had to be at least three sizes too small, the buttons obviously under great strain. The ‘skirt’ was so short it covered nothing, and easily revealed that Layla wore no panties. The high-heel clogs gave the fairy’s legs even more curves than usual. And the dark-skinned girl’s long hair whirled around as she shook her pom-pom’s just like any cheerleader.
    Layla twirled and spun, lifting one and then the other legs high giving the enchantress a good look at her well-groomed but lush bush, almost jet black and glistening with moisture.
    As she danced the dark-skinned girl noticed that Darcy hadn’t even pretended to dress, but was sitting stark-naked in the chair on top of her robe. Her right leg was crossed, giving the fairy a good look at the dark witch’s pudenda.
    Darcy didn’t even pretend, she quickly spread her legs and plunged not one but both hands between her thighs. A look of complete ecstasy came over her face, but she never once took her eyes off the vision of loveliness before her.
    The water fairy continued, every move causing her breasts to sway and bounce. And under that pressure her top didn’t last long. With a loud ‘snap’ a button came off. This was quickly followed by the second and third, the last of which Darcy managed to catch in her mouth. She proudly stuck out her tongue, and displayed it to the fairy.
    Layla did a quick leap and split, landing with a thump on the carpet. Her luscious breasts heaved mightily and the last button gave up. The tank top split down the front, allowing the dark-skinned fairy’s breasts to bounce free. They were larger than Darcy’s, topped with large black areola’s and large, stiff nipples. Of course the enchantress already knew this, having played with them earlier. But it was nice to get a good long look this time.
    Darcy was getting quite worked up. Like Layla before her she was using one hand to massage her cunt and the other to tweak her nipples, switching rapidly back and forth as her desire rose.
    The water fairy smiled. She knew she could win this. Dropping the pom-pom’s she tweaked her own nipples, causing them to enlarge slightly. She then stood up, intending to launch the final phase of her plan.
    But while she was stepping forward her foot twisted slightly on the carpet and the clog was unbalanced. Her leg twisted and Layla fell over onto the carpet.
    Darcy was so busy masturbating she didn’t notice at first but when she did she exclaimed, “I think I won!”
    Her face downfallen, Layla stood up. Her head held low, she replied. “Yep, I guess you did. Congratulations.”
    The enchantress walked over to the fairy. Putting a finger under Layla’s chin she raised it. Noticing a tear running down her cheek, the dark witch leaned over and gave the dark-skinned girl a soft kiss. “No, I think we both win.” She dropped her hand down and took the water fairy’s hand in hers. As she led Layla towards the suite’s master bedroom she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
    As she opened the door of the bedroom Darcy took a look around and let out a low whistle. She’d heard of such luxury but this room was beyond even that. The huge round bed was covered with red silk sheets and two heart-shaped pillows. There was a bucket on a stand holding a bottle of very expensive champagne. And through another open door she could see the bathroom which included a tub big enough for at least four people. *Wow, Layla must have spent a fortune on this place.*
    She led Layla in, fully intending to throw her on the bed and have her way with the fairy. But something stopped her, although she couldn’t figure out what. Something about the situation wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Instead she put her arm around Layla’s shoulder. “Listen, why don’t we take a bath first? I think we both could use one.”
    This took the dark-skinned girl by surprise. She’d lost their bet and this act wasn’t like Darcy at all. But not one to argue with small favors, she simply nodded.
    The enchantress sat Layla down on the edge of the tub, then began filling it with hot water and bubble bath.
    Undressing was no issue. Darcy was already naked while undressing the water fairy simply consisted of slipping the ruined top off her shoulders, tugging the skirt down her hips onto the floor and removing her clogs. This last the dark witch did with great gusto, taking the time to run her hands up and down the dark-skinned girls toned legs.
    The bath was now filled and Darcy turned off the water. Standing up she offered her hand to the fairy. “Please?”
    Again, this shocked Layla. Why was the enchantress being so considerate? But again she said nothing, simply accepting the offered hand.
    The enchantress stepped into the tub, then gently pulled Layla in behind her. She turned the dark-skinned girl around, then grabbed a large sponge. Dipping it into the soapy water, she began to slowly clean the sweaty fairy.
    The combination of hot water on drying skin and the dark witch’s gentle touch caused a shiver to run down Layla’s spine. She could feel herself getting wet again...
    Darcy noticed this, but deliberately kept the pace slow. After finishing the fairy’s back and arms she knelt down and started gently rubbing the dark-skinned girl’s ass, the sight of which almost brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t help but brush her lips across it several times and give one buttock a light nip.
    Layla let out a soft ‘eep’ at that. But she tried to remain still, greatly enjoying this.
    After she finished with her ass the enchantress began working on Layla’s legs. Again, the dark witch was enthralled by the fairy’s well-toned body.
    The water fairy was really starting to get worked up, no doubt prodded by Darcy once again casting a low-level lust spell as she worked. Layla maintained her posture but it was getting harder with each passing second.
    Darcy was surprised at first at the fairy’s willpower, but soon realized she shouldn’t have been. The Winx had always been formidable foes and were certainly no pushovers. Usually by this point her spell had her victim in a state of uncontrolled lust. This was proving to be an interesting experiment but she had no doubt of the ultimate outcome. Meanwhile she stood up, grabbed a second sponge and used them to gently soap Layla’s neck.
    The dark-skinned fairy was continuing to become more and more aroused. Finally she let out a gasp as the enchantress let her hands slip down and began using the sponges to make large sweeping motions around her breasts.
    Delighted to see positive results Darcy sped up slightly, coupled with slightly greater pressure. She was actually able to feel the fairy’s nipples, already quite stiff, firm even further under the sponges. The dark-skinned girl’s breathing was becoming more rapid and another gasp escaped her lips.
    Layla was in trouble and she knew it. It was all she could do to keep her legs from folding underneath her. If the dark witch dropped her hands any lower...
    But that didn’t happen. In fact, Darcy’s hands fell away from the water fairy’s body, covered with water and soap. More than a bit surprised, the dark-skinned fairy turned around to face the enchantress. With a grin on her face the dark witch put the sponges in Layla’s hands. “I believe it’s my turn now.”
    Layla was torn. On the one hand she hadn’t completely lost control of the situation. On the other she was teetering on the brink of a massive orgasm and was suddenly denied relief. *OK Darcy, two can play _this_ game!*
    Without a word Layla took the sponges, then stepped behind the enchantress. Dipping the sponges back into the still warm water she raised them and slowly started on Darcy’s back. She did that quite thoroughly, not touching anywhere else.
    “Ummm, Layla dear”, Darcy purred, “There’s a _bit_ more of me than just that...”
    The water fairy had been waiting for that, she had every intention of making Darcy beg for this as much as possible. Stopping only long enough to re-soap the sponges, the dark-skinned fairy knelt down and began to soap Darcy’s small but firm buttocks.
    “That’s nice, dear” the enchantress moaned. Layla leaned forward and gave Darcy’s right butt cheek a sharp nip.
    “Yow!” Darcy yelped. Turning around she gave the water fairy a stern look. “Hey, be careful down there! Remember; you break it, you buy it!”
    That caused Layla to laugh so hard she slipped and fell into the water, splashing water everywhere including all over the dark witch.
    Rubbing the soap out of her eyes, Darcy also started laughing. She quickly sat down in the tub facing Layla. Then she used her left arm to grab behind the water fairy’s neck, pulling the dark-skinned fairy in for a soft but passionate kiss. When they broke the enchantress said, “I hope you didn’t mind me doing that.”
    Again Layla was confused. This was not at all like Darcy. She was not acting like a master to a slave but rather as a concerned, considerate lover. This was totally unexpected and, worse, totally confusing. The water fairy knew the dark witch was up to something, but what? She needed to say something. “No.”
    Darcy stood up. “Well, shall we retire to the bedroom?”
    Layla also stood. “I guess so. I’ve a debt to pay.”
    Darcy grabbed the shower hose and quickly rinsed them both off. She stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel which she used to quickly dry the water fairy off, deliberately not using any more pressure or effort than necessary. Layla grabbed another towel and dried off the enchantress, again using minimal effort.
    When they were finished Darcy took Layla by the hand and led the dark-skinned fairy into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed she gently dragged Layla over and sat the fairy down next to her.
    Still holding Layla’s hand, she struggled to say the words she never thought she would ever say. “Layla, if you want to go, do so. I will consider our wager to be satisfied.”
    Again the dark-skinned fairy was confused. This was _not_ like Darcy! She too struggled to find the words. “No. We had a bet and you won. I will keep my end of the bargain.”
    Darcy couldn’t believe those words. Letting go of the water fairy’ hand she reached for the champagne, really needing a drink.
    Suddenly it hit her! The champagne and the posh hotel room, it was almost like the fairy knew she was going to lose the bet! And the clogs! *Layla _had_ to know how awkward those would be on this plush carpet.* Did this mean the dark-skinned girl had deliberately thrown the contest?
    The enchantress desperately wanted to know the answer to that question, but knew she’d never get one from Layla. But this would mean that the water fairy was here of her own free will. And Darcy had every intention of making the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...
    She poured two goblets, then offered one to the dark-skinned fairy.
    Layla took the proffered glass and slowly sipped.
    “So Layla...” The enchantress was unsure of herself, and this made her most uncomfortable as she was used to always being in complete control of any situation. “May I kiss you?”
    The water fairy answered that by setting down her goblet, leaning over and pulling Darcy’s face to hers. She gave the dark witch a soft but long kiss.
    The fairy’s actions took Darcy by surprise, but she pushed her tongue between Layla’s lips without hesitation and began to explore her mouth. The dark-skinned girl had a sweet taste that the enchantress found intoxicating.
    For her part Layla’s tongue began dueling with Darcy’s, giving as good as she got. The dark witch had a spicy taste that was quite delicious. The enchantress set down her drink and wrapped her arms around the fairy’s neck. The dark-skinned girl wrapped hers around Darcy’s thin waist, then fell over onto the bed dragging Darcy with her.
    They remained like that for some time, just holding each other and kissing.
    When they stopped Layla looked Darcy in the eyes. “So, is this everything you’d imagined?”
    This was unexpected, as was the dark witch’s response. “More.”
    The water fairy had to suppress a laugh. “Well, we have all afternoon for me to pay my debt. What next?”
    The enchantress crawled on top of the water fairy and gave her a kiss. Breaking it, she began kissing down Layla’s chin. From there she trailed kisses down the dark-skinned girl’s neck and chest. She quickly moved through the deep valley between the fairy’s large breasts, causing Layla to gasp softly.
    Darcy knew she was having the desired effect. She slowed down again, deliberately sowing a trail of kisses down the water fairy’s belly. This caused Layla to begin squirming.
    The enchantress gave the dark-skinned girl’s navel a long lick, then jumped down and started kissing the top of the fairy’s left thigh.
    Layla was getting worked up, and Darcy had totally ignored the one area that needed attention. She reached down, grabbed the dark witch’s hair and tried to pull her back up.
    Darcy was having none of that. She reached up and batted the fairy’s hands away, then continued kissing her way down the front of Layla’s luscious legs. The dark-skinned girl began to squirm even harder than before.
    The enchantress now began kissing the insides of the fairy’s legs, working her way slowly upwards. She could feel Layla trying to move underneath her weight and her breathing becoming faster and louder.
    The water fairy was desperate. When Darcy came close enough she reached down, grabbed the dark witch’s head and practically dragged her up to her crotch, jamming her face into the dark-skinned girl’s sopping wet twat. “Please!” Layla begged.
    Darcy never hesitated but quickly lapped and sucked at the fairy’s bright-red clit engorged with blood.
    Too worked up to last, Layla came and came hard, a loud scream echoing around the bedroom as her back arched on the bed, practically throwing Darcy to one side. The dark-skinned girl collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily and covered with sweat.
    The enchantress just crawled up and lay next to Layla, watching the scene with great interest. When the water fairy had finally calmed down a bit she gave the dark-skinned girl a quizzical look and asked in a monotone, “So, was it good for you?”
    Layla couldn’t reply, her breathing still rapid and ragged. She was so spent she could barely move. All she could do was look at the enchantress. Despite Darcy’s sweaty, matted hair and face streaked with fairy juices, she was still gorgeous. The water fairy finally managed to slide her hand over and entwine it with the dark witch’s, giving it a squeeze.
    Darcy raised it, looking at Layla’s hand around her own. This sort of tenderness had never happened to her before, and for some reason it just felt right. She looked down at the fairy, also covered with sweat and her hair a complete mess. Never had anyone looked so beautiful. She leaned over and gave the dark-skinned girl a long, soft kiss. When she broke it she uttered the three words no enchantress _ever_ said, “I love you.” A look of horror crossed her face when she realized what she’d said. For what seemed an eternity the dark witch remained frozen, unsure of exactly what was happening. She realized she needed to diffuse this situation _fast_.
    At first Layla was stunned by Darcy’s words and had trouble concentrating. Her mind finally grasped what had happened and she realized the implications. The enchantress had remained where she was; naked with tangled hair and soaked in sweat, still looking like an absolute wet dream. Still weak from her orgasm, the water fairy just stared back at the dark witch.
    Darcy finally broke the silence. “You didn’t answer the question.”
    Two could play this game. “Which question? ‘Was it good for you’ or ‘I love you’?”
    The enchantress chuckled. “Only one question.”
    “Yeah, I guess ‘I love you’ is more of a statement than a question.”
    “Oh come on, you don’t really think I meant that? I’m an enchantress, we do _not_ fall in love.” She shook her hair out of her face and onto her back, this allowed her to gently shake her bosom in Layla’s face. “Enchantresses; messing with fairies for over a millennium. Join the crowd.”
    The water fairy didn’t completely buy that. Yes, the dark witch probably was just messing with her mind. But something told her that the enchantress might have revealed a tiny chink in her armor. And the dark-skinned fairy had every intention of discovering the truth. “So when you said those three little words they meant absolutely nothing to you.”
    This question took Darcy by surprise and she said nothing.
    Layla wasn’t about to play this game. “OK Darcy, nobody drops a bomb like that. ‘I love you’? That’s not like you at all, even for a sick joke. Would you please tell me just what is going on?”
    At first the enchantress said nothing, just looking at Layla. Finally she spoke. “Just playing mind games with you.”
    The dark-skinned fairy thought about that answer. The dark witch might just be telling the truth, but maybe not. “Sorry Darcy, not buying that story.” She got an idea. “Boy, wait until I tell Bloom and the others about this. An enchantress in love with a fairy. I wonder what Icy and Stormy, not to mention the other Cloud Tower witches, will think about that.”
    This wasn’t going at all well. “Go ahead, tell them. As I said, just mind games. Nobody will believe you.”
    It was all-or-nothing now. “If you don’t mind then...” She reached for her purse to pull out her cell phone.
    The enchantress reached over and grabbed Layla’s arm, dragging it away from the purse. “Dammit” she swore.
    The water fairy put her arm around the dark witch’s waist. “Darcy...I don’t know what to say.”
    Dropping her head, the enchantress spoke. “I just gave you enough to make my life a shambles forever.”
    “You did? Sorry, must have missed that.” She gave Darcy a lop-sided smile.
    The enchantress was shocked. Looking up at Layla she said, “Are you seriously saying you have no intentions of using this against me?”
    Layla sighed. It was time for a confession of her own. “Ummm...Darcy...did you ever wonder why I accepted your bet?”
    “No.”
    “I could have said ‘no’, but I was quite curious. I have a fiancée, and Nabu is a wonderful man. The kind I never thought I would ever find. He’s sweet, but overly doting and romantic. There are times I prefer a more physical relationship, the kind I’ve only had before with women. And you showed interest. I needed to know more. But your...admission...took me by surprise.”
    After a long silence the dark witch spoke. “Me too.”
    “And let’s face it, even if I didn’t have a boyfriend this wouldn’t work. A witch and a fairy? You know the thousand kinds of hell our classmates, not to mention our friends, would put us through. And the fact is I want a relationship. Are you willing to be in one, to be exclusive?”
    Darcy shook her head. She was an enchantress, and as such never settled for one lover. Not even Icy...
    “I thought not” the dark-skinned fairy continued. “And as I said, if we let this happen we would never hear the end of it. I’m afraid anything long term simply isn’t going to happen. Agreed?”
    Darcy nodded.
    “OK. So you were for a brief moment thinking about being in love. But the madness has passed.” Layla slid back into bed, leaning up against the headboard. She gave the enchantress a sly smile and continued. “OK, so we’ve each made an embarrassing confession to the other. I think we can count on the other’s silence given the circumstances.” She slowly spread her legs. “However, I did agree to our bet, and I lost. Honor demands I meet my obligation to you. So get over here!”
    Darcy let out a laugh. This was another totally unexpected action by a girl who, up until a very short time ago, was an actual enemy. But even this wasn’t going to stop her. She quickly moved up and crawled over the fairy on her hands and knees. She leaned over and gave the dark-skinned girl a long, deep kiss.
    The water fairy closed her eyes as she enjoyed feeling Darcy’s lips on hers. She let the enchantress continue for a moment, then she slowly put her arms around Darcy’s neck. Layla gently rolled the dark witch over so they changed places, their lips still touching.
    The fairy broke the kiss, then used her left hand to gently part the dark witch’s legs. Once she had done this she leaned over and began to kiss and nibble on Darcy’s neck.
    The enchantress sighed as Layla worked her way around her neck, then started down her chest. Her breathing became more ragged as the dark-skinned fairy began to lap and suck at her sensitive nipples.
    Layla continued to suckle at Darcy’s breasts for awhile, then began kissing her way down the dark witch’s belly. Her intention was to tease the enchantress just as the enchantress had teased her.
    But Darcy was far too worked up for that. As Layla was kissing the dark witch’s belly button the enchantress raised her hands to grab the fairy’s head, pushing it between her thighs.
    The dark-skinned girl needed no encouragement but instead laid down on Darcy’s legs and immediately began to kiss, lap and suck at the dark witch’s clit and labia.
    The enchantress kept her hands on the back of Layla’s head as the fairy pleasured her. Her breathing, already irregular, was becoming louder. Finally the dam burst, and with a loud scream she came hard, her already copious juices now flooding from her twat.
    Layla was forced to either swallow up the dark witch’s cum or drown, but this wasn’t an issue as she loved Darcy’s taste.
    Finally the enchantress stopped cumming. Her upper body slid down off the headboard to fall onto the pillows. Layla crawled up and lay on her side next to Darcy, her head on her bent arm. “So, sounds like you weren’t really enjoying yourself. I guess I’d better go then.”
    The dark witch let out a loud laugh. Rolling over she looked at Layla. “Yeah, that was terrible! Ought to make you do it again for the needed practice!”
    This made the water fairy smile. She put her palms on Darcy’s cheeks and raised the dark witch’s face to hers. Giving the enchantress a gentle kiss, she broke it and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
    Darcy snuggled into the fairy’s lap. “Give me a moment.” She paused. “You know, I wouldn’t mind this as a permanent thing.”
    Layla ran her fingers through the dark witch’s tussled hair, across the back of her neck and upper back. “I wouldn’t either, except for several things. Like my fiancée, or the fact that I want a relationship which you don’t, or the plain truth that if we did and were discovered what our friends would say.”
    The enchantress just laid on Layla's lap, enjoying the feeling of the fairy’s fingers. “Yeah, you’re right” she finally replied.
    Still running her hand over Darcy, the dark-skinned fairy asked, “So, you ready for another round?”
    To her surprise Darcy replied, “No.”
    “Why?” Layla replied.
    “Let’s just say I found out something about myself today and leave it at that.”
    The water fairy slid out from underneath the enchantress and got out of bed. Keeping her back to Darcy she slightly spread her legs. “Suit yourself, but I don’t know how anybody can resist my magnificent ass.”
    Faster than a striking cobra the dark witch slid over and gave Layla’s left butt cheek a sharp bite.
    “YOW!” the dark-skinned fairy yelled. She stepped over to the mirror on top of the dresser and turned around, viewing the deep teeth marks. “Why did you do that?”
    Darcy gave Layla a toothy grin. “Hey, don’t forget I _am_ a witch. And I always mark my territory.” She wondered just how the water fairy was going to explain that to her friends.
    Quickly throwing everything but her dress into her bag, Layla slid back into her dress and headed for the door. As she opened it she turned to Darcy, still half out of bed with her arms on the floor and her breasts swaying beneath her. “Your territory my ass!” she said, savoring the pun. “And I never should have lost this bet. Someday don’t be surprised if I demand a rematch!” She stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
    Sliding back into bed, Darcy just lay in the silk sheets savoring the memories of what had just happened. *A rematch? Fine, but expect the same stakes!* she thought as she called room service and placed a huge order for food, booze and porno for the room. She knew when the bill came Layla would be one pissed-off fairy, and their rematch would come sooner than expected. *Who knows, maybe I’ll throw this one...NOT!*
THE END
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