"That was amazing" Melody said, biting her bottom lip.
Another woman whose head was buried Melody's thighs a second ago smirks as she wipes grool from her chin. "Oh you don't even know..." the woman said as Melody's sight hazed over.
As if shaking off an odd daydream her surroundings changed from the warm and inviting cottage she had been invited into by the woman into the visage of a dark and twisted forest. Dark except for the blooming of an early colored purple and green flower that seemed to twist from trunk to trunk like ivy. The appearance of the woman shifted to that of a man standing up in triumph over her, proud of his trickery, and then like a whisper into the cold breeze that image too disappeared and in its place was a tree. The only willow tree in a forest of pine and oak, and the only branch in the whole forest with leaves still alive on it jut out from the trunk rather suspiciously where Melody had seen the odd figures' firm appendage. Then, as she sat up, she took note of two strange sensations in quick succession. One was of a weight being released from her shoulders, almost as if it was exiting through her neck. The other sensation was of continuing to stare at the sky even though she knew she had sat up.
A shadow cast down over her eyes and she instinctively looked down at what was casting it. It was her own body... but missing her head. Her heart started to pound. Surely she was somehow decapitated by this wandering mystic or perhaps it was a sexual demon feeding off her life essence and fear in this moment. Except she wasn't dying... and she could still feel her lungs filling her chest as well as her blood rushing through her veins. Reflexively she pulls a hand to her chest out of relief of not being dead, and watches as her disconnected body completes the motion. With some clumsiness and confusion she manages to navigate her body's motion to awkwardly spin in a circle around on her bottom. To be facing her own disembodied head. And with a similar amount of grace, the amount of which being very little, she reaches out and feels her head. Her cheeks are soft and the image of her own body reaching out for her like this fills her eyes. Without her head attached to it, it almost seems like a different naked, beautiful woman with the same soft supple breasts and the semi-toned physique of a girl raised to do chores around the homestead had been the lovely lady to reach out for her in such a caring way... unfortunately it was just herself.
Had it been another woman, maybe that woman would hold her head tenderly against their chest and allow melody to trace their midriff with soft butterfly kisses as the lovely lady's hands slowly and sensually guided her head down to that space between the thighs where beautiful women produced their delicious nectar. Almost as automatically as she had thought it, she had found her lips gently applying pressure around the upper half of her own pussy. She felt a synergistic fantasy being satisfied in that moment. Being giver and receiver at the same time and none of the stress of imagining a partner's thoughts whilst maintaining a scene of sensuality. She was free in a new way in these moments and her tongue pressed against herself felt electric. "Mmmmfffgggg" she moaned freely knowing no one was around, and the vocalization caused a subtle vibration through her.
She felt the electricity rise through her like a building sensation. Her neck gently rubbing against the dirt also felt unnaturally good as her sensations rose. She always had a sensitive neck, but it feels even more intense now. Perhaps the lack of the weight on all her tense muscles that run from her back to her skull had allowed her to feel as good as it should for the first time in a while. The ramping up indulgence in her own self is growing exponentially. She approaches the edge and just as suddenly as she was about to round out over it something pulled her by the hair away from her self. "No stop!" a male voice exclaims from behind her.
The pain isn't bad as her full weight wasn't behind it, in fact it almost compounded with all her other sensations and she had successfully pulled herself over the edge. Sensations overflowed from her pussy... and from her neck? But having been separated from her love juices she was dissatisfied with not receiving the full reward of her unique orgasm. Still she couldn't help but vocalize a soft "Oooo~~" as her energy came down and she caught her breath.
The man watched her body shiver, "Darn, I was too late."
"Too late? You should've been later. You men can't time anything right." Melody complained.
"No you don't understand. Once you have your first orgasm the spell is permanent. Otherwise it would've only lasted a couple hours."
"How do you know that? Are you the one who did this?"
"What? No! I'm cursed like you. I used to be a girl. And a scholar working with the lord to solve this case"
"Oh really!?"
"Yes!"
"Prove it!"
The man sighs as he pulls out a pocket watch. He looks at it and taps his foot a few times and then out of nowhere he mumbles "10..."
Melody, irritated with this man's approach on her enjoying a private moment in the woods, asks "10? 10 what? 10 magic beans?"
He mumbles more "...8.. 7..."
Melody scowls, "Hey buddy-"
He cuts her off with a wave of the hand, "5 - 4 - 3 - 2- 1 -0"
And upon hearing zero, Melody watches as the man's figure changes. Their chest fills out their high class suit and the cloth around his crotch seems to be released from pressure, but the same cannot be said about the suit around his butt. Their red hair grows several inches as the skin on his face softens and blush appears on their cheeks. The figure speaks with the voice of a polite and sweet woman slightly older than Melody, "See Miss, I meant you no ill will."
