Page 4 of Shared By the Werebears
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GOLDIE
Iwent over to check the Lust Tea and found that the liquid in the cup, which had been a pale, barely-there pink when I poured the water in, was now a dark red. Well good—hadn’t Willow said it would get stronger the longer it steeped? It wasn’t hearts and flowers I needed tonight—it was serious and sensual loving. Whoever came through my door was going to get it—I wasn’t messing around.
I looked at the cantrip, which is kind of a mini spell, like the one I used to make hot water into hot chocolate. The instructions said that I had to say out loud the males I wanted to exclude and then take a single sip of the tea. After that I was to speak the spell before drinking the rest of the tea as fast as possible.
“All right,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t want any male who wants to harm or kill me, I don’t want anyone so strange I can’t feel attraction to him, and I don’t want anyone tied to his mama’s apron strings. Just bring me a male—or males—that are hot and horny and ready to go.”
Then I lifted the mug to my mouth. A warm, sweet steam that smelled of rose hips and cinnamon drifted up to tickle my nose. I took a sip and sighed happily. The tea was strong and very sweet, eventhough I hadn’t added any honey or sugar to it. I nearly drank more of it before I remembered I was supposed to speak the cantrip first.
Reading carefully from the paper, which was written in Willow’s neat, round handwriting I spoke the spell aloud.
“Tea of love or tea of lust
Bring me one that I can trust
Make him handsome,
Make him strong
Let him hear my true love’s song.”
And that was it. As I said, it wasn’t a complicated spell but I could feel it working as I drank down the rest of the tea. Willow definitely had more practical magic than she gave herself credit for, I thought as a tingling sensation ran through my body. She was an arcane herbalist as well as a Medium.
The tingling power started in my throat, as I swallowed the last of my tea and then raced through me like ripples in a pond, only these ripples were made of pure pleasure and desire. My nipples got even tighter and my pussy was hungry to be filled. I really hoped that the spell brought a man to service me—otherwise I’d just made my Succubus cravings ten times worse!
It reminded me of the time—not that long ago—when I’d eaten not one buttwoof Celia’s Horny Pear Tarts. They’re made with special magical pears that only come in season for one day of the year. The last time Celia had harvested some to make her special tarts, she and her Heartmate, Malik, had been getting busy and the desire they felt for each other magically leeched into the tarts.
The result of this was that everyone who ate one of the delectable pastries got unbearably horny. And guess who atetwoof them? That’s right—me. But the tarts didn’t take effect right away and I didn’t know what to expect. So I closed the diner early to take a walk in the woods, which isn’t uncommon for me.
That turned out to be a big mistake. When the magical lust hit me, I was far outside the bounds of Hidden Hollow’s magical bubble and much too far from my Lust Hut to help myself in the usual way. My magical dildo, (who I named Fred by the way) wasn’t anywhere close enough that I could call for him.
Luckily, I found a cottage in the woods that was deserted. There was nobody there, though someone had left some oatmeal cooling on the stove, so it was clear they had just left. There was also an appealing scent hanging in the air—something dark and spicy and masculine.
I snuck into the bedroom, where there were three beds, and made myself comfortable on the first one, which had a dark green comforter. The pillow had that same male fragrance and I buried my face in it as I slipped a hand down my panties and helped myself. Mmm—it smelledamazing. Whoever lived in that cabin either wore great cologne or had a natural scent that just wouldn’t quit.
I finished myself off, but then I had to know if the other beds smelled as good as the first one. I got on the middle bed and sure enough, its pillow also smelled good, though the fragrance was a little darker—almost animalistic. It made me so hot, I went for it again and came hard as I lay on the dark blue coverlet.
The third bed had a dark maroon bedspread and smelled like no one had slept in it for a while. The scent there was the darkest of all. I honestly thought I might be frightened to meet the man—or Creature—who had that scent. It smelleddangeroussomehow—like a forest fire smells dangerous.
But somehow, pressing my face to that pillow as I touched myself made me come hardest of all. By the time I finished for the third time, I was weak in the knees with satiated pleasure.
It was one of the only times when I’d been able to find complete satisfaction without a male being present. Seriously, the pleasure I got from touching myself on those three beds nearly filled my “love meter” and mostly satisfied my Succubus cravings, though I would have thought that was impossible with no actual male involved.
Afterwards, I made the beds neatly because, while I might be a housebreaker, I’m not a slob. I was halfway sorry that whoever lived there hadn’t come in and caught me in the act. Maybe the three of them would have decided to join in the fun.
But though I waited for some time, and ate a bit of the oatmeal after heating it up again, nobody showed. I couldn’t stay in the cabin forever—I had the diner to tend to. Some of the male Creatures who live in Hidden Hollow never cook for themselves—they just come to me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So I had to be getting back.
Reluctantly, I left but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since. The tingling feeling I’d had when I was lying on those three beds, smelling the masculine scents and touching myself, reminded me of the way I felt now, after drinking the lust tea. It was driving mecrazy.
I finished the last sip and set the mug down on the counter. There was nothing to do now but wait. I just hoped whoever the spell sent came soon!
I was burning with need and I wouldn’t be able to stand it for long.
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FINN
