Just as I longed to create Inuyasha art, I also desired to craft something inspired by W.I.T.C.H. The comic series aired during the 2000s, and I greatly enjoyed it. However, the cartoon adaptation disappointed me, so I ceased watching it. Nevertheless, here they are, depicted as adults still serving as magical guardians (albeit with slightly altered attire, as I didn’t care for the 'New Ark' outfits introduced later in the series). From their appearance, it's evident they've matured in various aspects and now embark on new adventures.

In this picture, I've only included Irma, Will, and Taranee. I'll feature the other girls in a separate picture at another time.

If you're a fan of W.I.T.C.H., please share your thoughts in the comments below. If you've simply stopped by to view the picture and read the story, I'd appreciate a word nonetheless.^^

Story………………………..

A loud yawn escaped Irma's lips as she groggily woke to a new day. Her arms stretched high, feeling a bit dull from having slept for so long, but her moment of grogginess was abruptly interrupted when her eyes opened and failed to recognize her surroundings. She glanced around the medieval-like room for a split second before her gaze landed on a very handsome guy sleeping next to her. It took a few more seconds before the events of the previous day flooded back to her memory. As past recollections flooded in, she instinctively removed the quilt and a smirk appeared on her lips.

The sleeping guy, or rather, the sleeping prince, lay as naked as she was, exuding an undeniable charm. He began to stir, awakening slowly until he realized he wasn’t alone in bed, at which point his blue eyes shot open.

“Good morning, and thank you for last night. It was fun!” Irma cooed, planting a kiss upon his cheek.

Irma gracefully got out of bed, revealing herself in all her naked glory, and began to look around while the prince watched her with a smile, captivated by her ample chest, enticing posterior, well-developed curves, and fairy wings. “Last night was awesome. I never dreamt that Kandrakar’s guardians would be so… mesmerizing. Say, are you looking for something?” he asked.

“My clothes. I can’t, for the life of me, figure out where I... oh!” she snapped her fingers, and her guardian uniform magically reappeared.

"Impressive," he chuckled and proceeded to dress in the old-fashioned way. "So, how do you guardians plan to rid us of the monsters that have plagued our land?"

Irma turned to watch him don a richly ornamented, royal suit. "The Oracle told us that they are a kind of creature that inhabits another world. Our task is to send them back to where they belong and mend the dimensional gap they slipped through. It's no big deal, really. We have faced far worse creatures, and the most dangerous monsters are those with intelligence."

The prince looked down. "I do not doubt your word, guardian, but even the mightiest knights in our world do not stand a chance against them. The creatures are devouring our people. I don’t know how many poor maidens and brave warriors have disappeared into their gullets, but it has to stop."

"Think no more of it; we are here, so your worries are over!" Irma beamed. But just as she stood there, giving him her brightest smile with a thumbs-up, the telepathic voices of Will and Taranee boomed inside her mind.

"IRMA!! Come down at once, one of the creatures is here!"

Irma's eyes bulged. "Whoops, gotta go!" she exclaimed, then ran towards the window and flew outside, leaving the prince staring at her in wonder.
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In the meanwhile, below the castle, Taranee cursed and hurled a fireball at the four-eyed giant lizard, causing it to hiss. She leaped over the remains of a wrecked wagon, dodging its thrashing tail.

“Careful, Taranee, whoever was in that wagon probably does not wish to be barbecued along with the lizard. These creatures eat their victims alive, so he or she is most likely still alive in there. And we are supposed to bring the creatures back alive, and whoever they recently consumed.”

The young black woman delivered a fiery kick to the creature's shin. “Sorry, I'll be more careful,” she said, then flew up and over its back to deliver another blow, further enraging it. “Where the heck is Irma? I haven’t seen her since last night.”

Will blew a strand of red hair out of her face, mumbling, “She said something about making diplomatic connections with the prince when I last saw her last night. And knowing her…”

Taranee rolled her eyes and glanced up at the castle, but her gaze lingered a moment too long, resulting in a wet splat on her back. “What the hell!?”

Taranee screamed as the sticky appendage yanked her out of the air and dragged her straight into the creature’s toothy maw. “Will, a bit of help, if you please?” she shouted, only to see the mouth close around her, shutting out the daylight. The tongue flipped her backwards, and when the mouth opened again, her legs were already halfway down its throat. “Damn it!”

Will knew her friend wasn’t one to swear, but seeing her exposed breast due to an unfortunate twist of the tongue nearly made her laugh.

“Wilhelmina!” Taranee growled when she saw her amused smirk.

“Will?” Irma’s voice came from behind. On instinct, Will turned around to watch their friend jog up to them, only to regret her action when she felt the tongue strike her back the second her attention was on the brunette.

A powerful jolt sought to pull her backwards. Will dug her heels into the ground to resist, only to hear the sound of her shirt tearing. “No way, I thought these uniforms were way stronger than this!” she yelled, only to have the tongue change its mind and pull downwards. Will shrieked as she felt her bi-colored tights being pulled down her legs. But that wasn’t her only trouble! The tongue shot up again, tightening around her waist and finally lifting her off the ground. Like Taranee before her, she was pulled feet first into the creature’s maw, with the dark-skinned woman slipping down its throat behind her.

“Hey, I thought we had a 'don’t-feed-the-animals' policy while we're at work?” Irma laughed as she approached. “Or do you feel this task is becoming all-consuming?”

“Irma!” Will shouted, not in the mood for her friend’s wicked sense of humor right now. “Cut the crap and distract this sucker while Taranee and I rescue whoever this guy had for breakfast!” That was the last she managed to say before the mouth closed again and Will felt the tongue shift beneath her. But unlike Taranee, she wasn’t swallowed immediately; instead, the tongue licked up her face with lewd intentions.

“Mmmmph!!” Will moaned as the tongue slavered across her face and pushed her further inwards.

The interior of the creature’s maw was no more hospitable than it had appeared, and Will's legs and hips had already pressed partway into the sucking compression of the throat. Gravity shifted, urging her to slide further back, just before it swallowed.

Hot, tight, slick tissue gripped every inch of her luscious, silky body, the hungry contraction forcing her deeper and her wings to flatten. A few claustrophobic moments later saw Will being squeezed firmly into the stomach where she was pressed down on top of Taranee’s half-naked, squirming body. Situated in reversed alignments, Taranee immediately felt her face pushed down between Will’s silky pussy, wet and exposed for the occasion.

“Mmmnnghh!” Taranee protested, but found her mouth blocked by the redhead’s hot privates which she was forced to kiss; moving her out of the way wasn’t easy either. The other guardian’s body pressed her down at an awkward angle, and the softness of the stomach didn’t help the matter.

Will swore to herself that the moan that escaped her lips wasn’t intentional, but feeling Taranee’s soft lips against her nether region felt very good. However, this was neither the time nor the place, and there was a third person present who was probably feeling more stressed about the situation.

The person who had been the owner of the wagon made her presence known.

“Hello?”

The voice was distinctly female, and both Will and Taranee recognized it from the day before. Taranee managed to raise her arm to create a tiny flame that lit up the stomach, revealing their compromising position and also the shape of the crown princess who was pressed up against the stomach wall behind them.

The blonde young woman had a terrified look on her face. Her blue garb was in tatters and exposed a generous amount of skin, but otherwise she seemed more frightened than harmed.

“Guardians of Kandrakar?” she said meekly.

“Sorry for our… unconventional entrance, but the creature didn’t give us much time to negotiate. We'll get you out in a moment,” Will said with a reassuring smile.

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Irma was later bestowed with the prestigious duty of opening the fold that would send the creature packing back to its original realm. Will and Taranee, with all the pomp and circumstance befitting royal guards, escorted the crown princess to the royal bath under the guise of protecting her—though they conveniently joined her for a soak. With one insatiable creature kicked out of the realm, they now faced the daunting task of ridding the kingdom of the remaining twenty-three monsters, by the prince’s account. Only Irma didn’t complain.

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