Page 3 of Scent of Desire
My mouth parted, sucking in all the air as if it was the most succulent of all. The cloud of scent filled my nostrils and invaded each of my veins with its toxicity and magic. My cells mutated with carnal desire and hunger. Soon, my world would be consumed and reshaped by the aphrodisiac and its own vision.
“I—” The scents seemed to have shushed me, their invisible fingers on my lips.
Only one drop of the aphrodisiac had been enough to transport me into a midnight dream—the kind where the lovers would meet to consume their forbidden love and where great ideas would be gifted by an angel. It shook the boundaries of time and space, making the world around me slower.
It was a reverie of the senses that would exhibit my most hidden desires or even my worst impulses if I didn’t end this now. The ones buried in the deepest place of my subconscious.
“To every light, there is its darkness,” I breathed, unable to resist that spell. There was always a downside to something that powerful, and I was gonna get a taste of my own destructive creation.
The aphrodisiac was a weapon. It fed the dangerous desires that you didn’t know slept inside of you. Monstrous ones that craved murderous and lascivious sins. The kind that if they were to erode and break through the day, they would not return again in the darkness. It’d be chaos.
The darkest part of your soul would rule over you.
Inside mine, I had no idea what I’d found and—
It began.The cloud of scents took shape and danced in a waltz around me. A heat invaded me like a growing sun, and I threw my neck backward, caressing my neck. Even my skin was no longer smooth but scaly like a snake’s to shield me from the outside world. I bit hard on my lower lip in a lame attempt at stopping my senses from multiplying.
My nose was drugged, every note intoxicating me in a fairyland that would make the real world only bland and gray. I felt my pulse in my neck and the buzzing of cells inside me. I saw the hair on my skin hauled up, my eyes zooming in on the little details. Even the colors were brighter, more rosy.
But then, my view blurred, reality melting with a delicious illusion. The lab disappeared slowly to turn into an immense greenhouse. The walls became transparent windows, with green ornaments like the most regal of greenhouses. The garden of the manor became a starlit sky, perched on top of the clouds.
My grip on the desk loosened, and I lost my equilibrium watching the star show. My body pulled all of my energy to my sex, which made my legs collide, and I fell on the floor. I blinked, the vision of the laboratory fading from my mind. I surrendered to the illusion and finally closed my eyes, the scent lulling me into a bewitching sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I was inside that greenhouse, my wrists and ankles tied up by ruthless vines. The thorns dug under my skin, keeping me locked under their embrace. Their grip tightened, lifting me up in the air so my feet wouldn’t touch the ground anymore.
Looking at the view facing me, the greenhouse had no door or window. It formed a large arch that would give free passage to the angels as well as to the monsters. There was only an ivy alley with little blue wildflowers that formed a path leading to a throne. And around it, the deep void and chaos.
The moonlight was so big and so close. It illuminated the spines and the skulls on a throne in a gloomy blue light. A shadow appeared, half gargoyle, half statue, a dark smoke enclosing him.
“What’s happe—” The vines commanded my arms to rise above my head and spread my legs.
My aching core and burning stomach took control of my mind. Was it so bad to submit to this illusion after all?Would it be so bad to…
The shadow took the shape of a man. He was in black trousers, shirtless, with a scarred godly body of an Olympian. The epitome of strength, his abs formed a deep V. Smoke escaped from his mouth, and there was no wondering who this man forged into the darkness was.
“Radcliff,” I called out.
With one gesture of his hand, he directed the vines to bring me to him. Which they did, making me entirely at their mercy. I was at the edge of the void, still in heaven, but at any time, I would plummet to hell.
“So this is what you crave, little witch?” Radcliff’s rough voice betrayed a flicker of amusement when his lips curved into a thin line.
The vines caressed my skin, growing to encircle me in their embrace through knots that Radcliff seemed to command. My hands were tied behind my back as the vines walked their way over my cleavage, skirting my breasts. They went around my belly twice before circling my hips. They finished their way through the center of my belly to bypass my sex.
“Are you up for a game?” His voice echoed in my ears, his whisper scouring each of my cells.
I gasped under the pressure of the knots tightening. My clit throbbed, and I let out a moan. I should struggle—this was all wrong, but that bliss… That bliss was magnificent. I neededmore. I was thirsty, blinded to Radcliff’s will, dominated by the vines, and under the aching torment to satisfy myself.
“That’s not real…” I tried to fight over the illusion.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t play,” Radcliff added, circling around me like a ringmaster. “I want you bare for me.”
The vines tore my dress and underwear, each piece slipping into the air until no memory remained. Naked and entrapped by the vines, I couldn’t move or fight against Radcliff’s intense gaze that roamed every part of my offered body.
His fingers slid down my stomach, and I caught my breath. They went up to my breasts, sending goose bumps to my core. He teased my nipples with his forefingers, which hardened at his contact. I tried to struggle, but I was trapped. He leaned over my chest, and his hot breath on my nipples sent a wave of heat, making my sex clench.
“You want to play?” he asked again with a sinister confidence.
“Yes.” I gave up, shutting my mind off.
