by Ciarra Sims
Brenton watched her from beneath hooded lids as he drove. He had been forced to slow down as he watched Tabitha come and now as he withdrew his fingers he brought them up to his nose and mouth, inhaling her fragrance.
Tabitha noticed his hard-on was painfully swollen and had to be killing him but he breathed not a word to indicate his agony. She reached over and touched the hood of his cock, then lying flat on her stomach stretching out across the seat, she placed her lips against the tip.
They drove over a dip in the road causing the ramrod stiff cock to push into her mouth. Brenton caught his breath. And Tabitha took the cue, bobbing up and down on the phallus, coaxing it to circulate the blood and give Brenton pleasure and not pain. She let the swollen staff touch the back of her throat as she closed her throat muscles over it and sucked gently then harder.
Brenton’s hips of their own volition moved up and down, enticingly suggestive. He flipped the switch and moved the steering column up out of the way as Tabitha began sucking in earnest, caressing with suction and manipulating his balls with her small soft hands. Brenton let out a guttural growl and shot his load, the jism hitting Tabitha’s throat and sliding down the passage like a sexual sundae, slow and hot. She milked him as long as she could and when she raised her head, it was to find Brenton had pulled the car over and closed his eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asked, looking up from his lap.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered softly, stroking the back of her hair. “Come here.”
Tabitha knew the potion spell was not on them at that moment. She knew the tingling sensation it elicited and the hot and cold differential it caused. Now it was just her and Brenton. She raised herself up and looked eye to eye with the man who confused the hell out of her. She didn’t know what he was into. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her in the future. Right now was the only thing important. The only thing that mattered.
His hand on the back of her neck pushed her towards him. His lips locked over hers and she melted into his body. His tongue licked the inside of her mouth, tasting his own come, and the smell of Tabitha’s juices pervaded his senses. Tabitha knew this, as she tasted what he tasted and smelled what he smelled. It was intoxicating, absolutely delicious!
They kissed for what seemed an eternity until each came to the same realization at the same time. They weren’t raging hot for each other like two love-starved teenagers. But they were turned on naturally. Brenton stared at her for a moment before pulling the car back on the road. They made it to the older part of town and no sudden lust manias occurred.
Tabitha wasn’t sure what this meant and worse she wasn’t sure she welcomed it. She missed the closeness with Brenton, natural or unnatural. She recognized the surroundings as they started up the twisting, turning drive to her grandmother’s mansion. The morning was gray with wisps of fog floating through the air, especially going up the hill. The cloak of the fog hid the house until they were right on it. Tabitha didn’t mean to bark at Brenton but he almost bypassed the driveway. “Turn in here!”
Brenton shot a glance at her before cranking the wheel a hard right. The house looked deserted but Tabitha knew it wasn’t and unseen eyes watched their approach.
Before the car had come to a complete stop Tabitha hopped out the door and beckoned to Brenton. “Hurry! Come on!”
Brenton frowned. “I don’t care to be ordered about like some lackey.”
Tabitha’s eyes narrowed before a flash of white-hot needknifed through her stomach and down into her cunt. She gasped and shook her head, fighting the wave of animal lust that made her eyes grow dark and begin to glow. She realized it must have something to do with tension between her and Brenton that caused the lust potion to take effect. Grandmother would know.
The words were out before she could stop them. “Shut up and come into the house with me.”
Brenton was by her side in two seconds and propelled her up the steps towards the house. He backed her against the wood siding and groped her breasts through the shirt. “I’m going to fuck you for that!”
Tabitha saw by the glazed look in his eyes the lust was on him, but she couldn’t do a damned thing about it, as the hot blood coursed into her vagina. “Then do it! Now!”
His zipper was still down and his cock reared out almost obscenely. Tabitha reached down and moved the tails of her shirt aside and parted her labia, showing Brenton her hole, moist and waiting. He grasped the base of his cock and brought it to her opening, pushing the head in. Tabitha released her cunt lips and they stroked over the hood inviting it to burrow inside.
But Brenton needed no invitation as he plowed forth and deep inside Tabitha. His hands on her ass cheeks raised her up hard against him as he moved her back and forth, listening to her cries as his cock hit her womb then pulled almost out completely before plummeting deep inside again. Tabitha’s cries rose, as did Brenton’s as she gasped out, “Brenton, we have to agree not to disagree. Remember in the car when we kissed, how that felt. We won’t come unless we learn to be in tune…ohhh.”
Brenton had shoved her against his pelvis and began small strokes keeping himself deep within her. The spiral began but it refused to crest and Tabitha was left quivering at the beginning of an orgasm that wouldn’t come. “Please, Brenton!”
He paused, her cries having reached some part of him still susceptible to compassion. His cock was throbbing inside Tabitha, hard and unforgiving, but Brenton stopped moving and looked deep into Tabitha’s green eyes, his blue ones tinged around the irises with wonder. “It’s all right Tabitha. It’s all right. Let it come. I can feel you wrapped around me. I want you to let me come inside you. That’s it, milk me, contract around me. Invite me to fill you with my hot jism. Uhhh!”
A jet of come spurted into her triggering a chain reaction. She cried out and began to quake. Brenton pushed in and out using friction to bring her over the edge as he came again and she welcomed him within her, murmuring in his ear, “Come for me, darling. Just for me and I’ll return the favor. Oh, my God!” The incredible swell that overtook them both left them clasping each other feverishly.
Tabitha looked into Brenton’s eyes and they were completely clear of the potion’s effects. Her own body was languid and heavy causing her to sag against Brenton in blissful relief.
They both came back to their senses with the uncanny feeling they were being watched.
Chapter Eight
Tabitha gasped as her sister looked on with undisguised curiosity written all over her face. “Seline! You shouldn’t—”
“I shouldn’t? I don’t think I’m the one open to censure. So that’s what sex looks like? Fascinating, especially when he put that into you and…” Seline rubbed her breasts through her knitted sweater. “I feel all tingly.” Her dual-colored eyes shone with an inner glow.
“Seline! You know you can’t. The Spellspeak power will diminish if you experience the awakening before you are initiated. Oh my god, Grandmother is going to kill me!” Tabitha pulled at the shirt barely covering her thighs, not just in modesty, but in anxiety over what Seline had witnessed.
Brenton had remained silent until now. “Spellspeak? Power? You are all loony, Tabitha. Your whole family is flipping nuts! I’m getting out of here.” Brenton was halfway down the steps of the wraparound porch when a voice like velvet steel rang out from the front doorway.
“Stop! At once!”
As if anchors weighted down his legs, Brenton’s gait slowed to a mere shuffle.
The voice commanded. “Come here.”
Brenton turned and saw an older woman standing in the front doorway. He was powerless to disobey and climbed back up the porch. Tabitha watched, knowing Grandmother was using her power to lure Brenton into the house. It was Tabitha’s turn next.
“Seline. Tabitha. Come inside.” Her grandmother’s voice was falsely lilting, sweet with a tinge of arsenic undertones.
When she was inside Tabitha dare not glance to Brenton who stood by the staircase.
Her grandmother’s voice demanded full attention. “Seline, what did you see?”
Obediently Seline recounted matter-of-factly; “I saw Tabitha’s private parts open for this man’s phallus. They joined in great energy but there was no love just lust. Until the end, then I felt the power emanate from them.”
Tabitha blushed at what her sister had seen and what her grandmother had heard.
“Enough!” Her grandmother ordered. “How did it make you feel, Seline?”
Seline looked confused. “I felt strange but I don’t know. I wanted to feel their passion but I do not know how.”
Grandmother lowered her voice soothingly. “’Tis all right, child. In time you will understand. But not yet. Go to your room and cant the Spellspeak Targa and Energa spell until you are calm and no longer burn with the internal heat in your private parts.” She waited until Seline was gone up the stairs then turned, her anger rekindled at her other granddaughter. “And you! Did I not warn you about the danger of the potion? You said he wanted you at one time but that is not so, is it?”
Tabitha began, “I—”
“Silence!”
Tabitha’s tongue was unable to form words and she knew Brenton was equally impotent. Grandmother’s power was strong.
The older woman continued. “You know how I concluded you lied, my child? The potion tells me! The lust rages unchecked when both are not in agreement. It is designed for troubled marriages and relationships to teach symbiotic joining. Each partner must please the other to reach fulfillment. But you two, going at it like alligators, angry, joining only for your own lust. It is wise you have come to me before it grows worse.”
Brenton’s tongue formed the words, “Worse? How much worse can it get?”
“With the minute amount of the dose I prescribed, not much. You would burn your yen for copulation out in a week.”
“A week?” Brenton was dazed, Tabitha judged by the incomplete conversation, but he grasped the main points. “Unadulterated sex every ten minutes for a week? I don’t think I can.”
“Oh, you will, young man. Believe me. There is no denying the potion unless you both are attuned to each other and stay that way. Then the lust remains at bay.”
That explained the drive over when the spell seemed to leave them alone, Tabitha realized. But there was one problem. “Uh, Grandmother. I didn’t use the prescribed dose. I doubled and…”
“Child! Did I teach you nothing of caution while you were apprenticed? Do you know what you have done? The danger, the unknown of using a forbidden potion in an unprescribed and reckless manner. Not to mention the years of Seline’s teaching you could have endangered and annulled. I am more disappointed in you, child, than I have ever been before.” The deep lines furrowing the older woman’s brow and the sorrow in her eyes were Tabitha’s undoing.
She crumpled at her grandmother’s feet, in total disregard to her state of half-undress. “I am sooo sorry, Grandmother. I know you told me and I did not listen. I thought if the potion was weak from age I could double it, but I should have known better. I don’t know why I am so bad. I could not be your successor and caused Seline to be deprived of a normal life and now this. Please forgive me, Grandmother, and I will never disobey you. Ever!” Tabitha couldn’t help the sobs that racked her.
Hands on her shoulders propelled her to her feet and Tabitha thought it was her beloved grandmother but the fingers were longer and thicker. Brenton drew her against him. “I don’t pretend to know what the hell is going on but it’ll be all right, Tabitha. Shhh!” He smoothed her hair.
Tabitha’s grandmother watched this scene with a wizened look on her face. Perhaps she was wrong about these two. The man came to her granddaughter’s aid unbidden, despite her deceit. “I will prepare the antidotal draught. Tabitha, take your man up to the Octagonal chamber and both of you bathe, but remain undressed. I will bring the remedy with further instructions in one hour.”
Tabitha seemed to take strength both from Brenton and her grandmother. She pulled away from Brenton and led him up the dark, twisting staircase and down a long, dim hall to one of many closed doors.
Brenton was being very complacent about the most recent events and was taking this new bizarre request in stride. Tabitha realized he must be exhausted from lack of sleep and hyper-sex. Or maybe it was Grandmother’s hypnotic power that had hold of him, or a combination of all three. But he came to life as she opened the door to a room whose shape lived up to its name.
The Octagonal chamber was exactly that, with the sole furniture a bed stripped of all covers and only a mattress on a raised dais. The angled walls were painted with symbols that were a mixture of Egyptian, Celtic and Bodiccean. Niches in the walls held candles, which for some inexplicable reason were already lit as if the room knew it would have occupants.
The candlelight flickered across the walls making the symbols shimmer as if they crawled and danced ancient movements. Brenton took one look at this bizarre room and balked. “Uh-uh, Tabitha. I don’t know what you did to me and I don’t care if your family considers themselves some sort of cult or witchcraft practicing devils worshippers, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to be sacrificed!”
Tabitha laid a hand on his arm. “Brenton. It’s not like that. Don’t get worked up or you know what will happen. We haven’t taken the cure yet. The bathroom is through that door. It’s quite normal and modern. Go ahead and shower. You’ll see it’ll all be clearer when you’ve had some sleep. Which will be soon, I promise.”
Brenton entered the Octagonal room cautiously, skirting the bed and the symbol embossed walls. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and moments later Tabitha heard the control spigots turn and water spraying from the shower. She gave Brenton space but did not go too far as the potion was bound to have some effect if they were distanced from each other.
When Brenton appeared wrapped in a towel, she was sitting on the edge of the elevated bed, trying to keep her eyes open. “See, the bed is harmless. But quite comfortable. There’s a stairway on the side to get up here. Why don’t you lie down while I shower? It’ll be another half hour before Grandmother comes.”
Brenton remained quiet and when Tabitha came out of the bathroom, clean and fresh, her hair washed and hanging wet, he was sitting on the bottom stair of the dais, dozing off. Tabitha smiled at his distrust of lying on the bed. She had wrapped a fluffy towel around herself and felt pretty good, all things considered.
When a discreet knock came at the door, Brenton’s eyes flew open and his hand slid down the towel he wore as if searching for something. Tabitha remembered the gun he had been holding at the warehouse. Was he so accustomed to being armed it was second nature when he was startled to reach for his weapon? Just what the hell was he into?
Tabitha’s grandmother entered carrying an ornate silver tea tray with two glasses that resembled twisted champagne flutes. She whispered a few words to Tabitha but Brenton’s voice overrode their conversation. “I want to hear exactly what is being said. I’m a little low on trust at this point.”
Grandmother smiled in understanding. “Of course. I was explaining to Tabitha you each must drink this draught at the same time, then lie on the bed. It works quickly but you must lie still for it to erase the effects of the other potion.”
Brenton looked at the two glasses on the tray suspiciously. “How do I know this isn’t some sort of trick?”
Tabitha sighed. “Brenton, you have to trust me. Besides, what else could happen than what has already?”
“You could poison me. You and your crazy family.” Brenton glared, then groaned as his body betrayed him and his cock grew hard.
“Hurry, now!” Tabitha’s grandmother coaxed. “Both of you. Get on the bed and drink this.”
Tabitha took the glasses from the tray and carried one to Brenton. As soon as she was near him, she shivered. The lust spell was making its presence known. It was feeding on Brenton’s tenseness and distrust towards her. Desperately, Tabitha grabbed Brento
n’s arm and tried to propel him up the dais. It was too late!
Brenton wrenched his arm away from Tabitha’s touch as a hot flame shot from her fingers into his body. The delicate glass he held fell to the floor, but did not shatter. Strangely enough it landed upright with nary a drop of liquid spilled.
Tabitha looked towards where her grandmother had stood but she had discreetly gone, knowing her presence was unwanted and awkward. Tabitha’s towel was ripped from her body and she lost her grip on her own glass. It too fell, but did not shatter, landing upright as had its mate, still holding the draught.
Brenton grabbed her wrist and twisted her towards him. His towel fell to the floor and his cock stood out rock-hard and angry. Tabitha tried not to inhale his fragrance and scooted to the wall. But Brenton was a beast on the prowl and stalked her, boldly holding his cock in one hand. “It’s no use. Breathe me, smell me, so I don’t suffer alone. I am going to fuck you, and you know you want it so bad, you’ll cry for me.”
His eyes were glazed over and Tabitha knew it was no use. She let out her pent-up breath and let the scent of Brenton fill her nostrils. Instantly a flood of syrupy liquid was released from her cunt and she was hot and ready for him. Her back was to the wall when Brenton reached her. She made a last ditch effort to resist by locking her legs together and in that moment she swore the walls were whispering, the symbols and ancient signs shifting beneath her back and butt. Hands that were not Brenton’s were on her ankles, spreading them apart, holding her in manacles. Other hands locked around her waist and came from behind to part her nether lips for Brenton’s entrance.
Tabitha could not move. It was the ancient curse of the potion seeking retribution for her disrespect. Oh, God! What would happen to her and to Brenton?
But Brenton seemed oblivious to the hands and maybe they were invisible to him. Maybe it was Tabitha’s curse alone as the tip of his cock nudged against her splayed vaginal lips. Then hands propelled her forward, impaling her on his stiff shaft. Tabitha caught her breath as fingers manipulated her ass. Hands parted her cheeks and something invaded her from behind. Her anus tried to tighten against the probing but assured fingers massaged her puckered opening until the sphincter relaxed and stretched.