Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
The result of this was that everyone who ate one of the delectable pastries got unbearably horny. And guess who ate two of 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 smelled amazing. 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 smelled dangerous somehow—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 me crazy.
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.
3
FINN
“I’ve got her scent—I’m sure it’s her!” Ronan growled, raking a hand through his shaggy, reddish-brown hair. Lifting his nose to the wind, he inhaled deeply and nodded in the direction of the small town I could see in the distance. I saw a gleam in the dark depths of his eyes. “She went that way—over there.”
“Hidden Hollow? You really think we should follow her?” I asked doubtfully. “Think we ought to risk crossing into their magic bubble?”
“How else are we going to get to her?” he demanded, glaring at me. “She violated our home! She has to pay.”
I sighed.
“Ronan, really—she didn’t do any harm. She even made the beds when she, er, finished.”
“She invaded our home and rubbed herself all over our beds!” he growled, glaring at me. “There’s no fucking excuse for such blatant vandalism!”
“I’d hardly call scent-marking our covers ‘vandalism,’” I pointed out. In fact, I loved the scent that the mysterious female guest had left on my own dark green comforter. It was warm and sweet and utterly feminine—my sensitive Were nose picked it up at once and I have to admit, it gave me a raging hard-on. Whoever our mysterious visitor was, she’d been ripe for breeding at the time she’d visited our little cabin in the woods.