"They'll probably be coming back soon, they usually do," said Robert.
"I've put a detection spell on his door so we can find out who it is," said Sarah.
"She said her name was Arianna," replied Dave.
"Interesting. Sarah, I need you to start making the chiroptoxin potion. Amy's back in the lab, she can help you find the ingredients."
"Okay, Robert," Sarah said sadly.
It was obvious she didn't want to leave. She hesitated for a moment before leaving by a back door. After she was gone, Robert turned back to Dave.
"I had her leave for both your sakes. I need to know what happened last night and if it was Arianna, I know there are parts you don't want her to hear. Am I right?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure I can remember all the details."
"Not to worry. With your permission, I'm going to put a spell on you. It's similar to hypnosis, but more powerful. With this I could compel you to do things if I wanted. You'll also remember every detail of last night and tell it all to me, whether you want to or not."
Glancing at the back door, Dave replied, "I guess so."
"Don't worry she won't be back until long after we're done. That potion takes a while to make. Let me get set."
Robert turned off the overhead light, just leaving on the one next to Dave. He walked over to the desk and took out a small pouch from the middle drawer, putting it in his jacket pocket. Taking the chair from the desk, he sat down in front of Dave.
"Okay Dave, I'm going to be making a pattern in the air with my finger. I want you to watch my finger as it moves. Don't try to listen to me, you wouldn't understand it anyways. Just watch the finger."
"Alright, I'm ready."
Robert lifted his finger and began to move it about. At first Dave thought it was a figure eight; then it looked like the outline of a shamrock. Robert went through several other patterns, some he recognized, most he did not. Every once in a while, he heard Robert speaking softly and as he was told, he didn't understand the words. He was concentrating so hard on the finger, he didn't see Robert take the pouch out of his pocket, or reach into it and remove a bit of yellow powder.
Without warning, Robert lifted his other hand and blew the powder into Dave's face. Dave slumped back a little and closed his eyes.
"Okay Dave, I want you to think about last night and tell me everything. Start with were you were when you first met Arianna."
Dave began talking.
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As usual for a Friday, I was at the club. I had just been turned down by a fourth woman for a dance, and I was sulking in the corner, drinking my scotch. I suddenly felt eyes on me and I glanced around but I couldn't see anyone looking at me. However, I just knew someone was. Then I saw her.
Standing in the shadows was the most striking woman I have ever seen. I'm not sure which was blacker; her waist length hair or her skin tight dress. Both were so black, they shone. She wore what looked like 5 inch heels that made her legs, encased in shimmering black nylons, look perfect. When I looked at her face, all I saw were the eyes; gleaming red eyes. I was sure it was a trick of the lights. Nobody has red eyes.
When she saw me looking, she started my way. It may sound funny, but watching her come towards me, her movements made me think of a predator. She didn't walk towards me, she stalked. Nobody else seemed to notice this, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The people on the dance floor appeared to part for her. Nobody blocked her movement. When she got next to me, she was giving me a look that can only be called wicked.
Silently she took my hand and led me over to the darkest part of the dance floor. As the next song started, an appropriately slow one, she took me in her arms and molded herself to me. I have never felt so much body to body contact before. It was then that I noticed her perfume. I don't know what it was; I've never smelled anything like it before. All I know is that it was the most arousing scent I've ever encountered. It made me think of one thing, and one thing only. SEX!
I felt myself begin to harden. I couldn't stop it, but I really didn't want to. I know she felt it because she rubbed herself against me harder. At the same time she was pressing her breasts against my chest, moving them in small circles. She had her face against the side of my head and was nibbling my ear. My moan was drowned out by the music. We danced, if you can call it that, for I don't know how long. Slowly my perception of my surroundings dimmed until all I was aware of was her. I no longer knew where I was except in the arms of this goddess. How far wrong that idea of her was, I had yet to find out.
I don't remember leaving the club. I don't remember driving. The next thing I knew, we were walking up the path to my house. As soon as we were inside, she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. In all my years of living, I have never had a kiss like that. The passion in that kiss was almost indescribable. It felt like her tongue found every inch of my mouth. At one point I could have sworn it touched my throat. She was increasing my desire to a point far beyond anything I have ever felt. When we finally broke the kiss, she again stared at me with those red eyes.
We made our way back to the bedroom. She undressed me and sat me on the edge of the bed. She stepped out of her heels and pushed me back on the bed. I scooted up, lying in the middle of the bed, and she followed on her knees.
Sitting back on my thighs, she reached up and pulled on the zipper. Slowly a pair of magnificent breasts came into view. At first the dress was prevented from opening too far by catching on her nipples. Soon though, the pressure become too much and it popped open wide. For the first time I noticed her pendant. It was a silver pentagram. The breasts were creamy white flesh topped with bright red nipples. Reaching out I took one in each hand. They were as smooth as satin. I ran my hands all over them in slowly decreasing circles. After covering every inch, I made my way to her very stiff nipples. I gently squeezed each one between a thumb and forefinger.
She bent over and I took the right one in my mouth and sucked. The nub felt good against my tongue, which was now eagerly flitting back and forth across the tip while I sucked. This brought out sighs of contentment from her. She gently stroked the back of my head in encouragement. After tasting this one for a few minutes, I switched over to the other. Kissing, licking, and sucking only made her push her tit harder into my mouth. As I sucked, I bit down softly on her nipple. Her reaction to this was a loud moan and a breathy 'harder' escaping from her mouth. Encouraged by this, I bit quite hard. Back and forth between the two, I bit them in ever increasing strength. Soon I was amazed I wasn't biting them clean off, but all that I managed to do was leave a few teeth marks on the areola.
Sitting back up, she scooted back until she was between my legs. Bending over, she took my cock in her hands. Stroking it gently, she examined it thoroughly, bringing forth that wicked grin again. She leaned down and kissed the head. She then proceeded to lick it all over; head, shaft, and down to the balls. Only after she had covered every part of it with her saliva did she take it into her mouth.
The descent into her mouth was agonizingly slow. I wanted so much to just thrust my hips upward and bury myself fully, but I couldn't move. It was like all voluntary movement was gone. As she moved down, her tongue was caressing me on all sides. After what seemed like ages, I finally bumped into her throat. When I touched, there was still a bit of me outside of her mouth.
She never stopped for an instant. Continuing down, I could feel her throat open up as I pushed in. When she finally got me all the way inside, the head of my cock was lodged inside her throat. She paused for a moment and then swallowed. The movement sent pleasure waves radiating from the head, up through my cock, and expanding throughout my body. A huge groan escaped my mouth.
When she withdrew me from her, it was at a quicker rate. Soon I was out and she was licking all around the head. Stiffening her tongue, she flicked it across the top, teasing the peephole. Another groan burst forth.
Taking me back in her mouth, she began to stimulate me in ways I have never felt. First slow, then fast. Sucking hard and then kissing gently. My whole cock deep inside or just the head. Each new sensation was building rapidly on the last. She brought me close again and again, only to back off. The tension was getting to me.
After about fifteen minutes of this, she stopped and had me get up. Lying back on the bed, she encouraged me to crawl between her widely spread legs. Drawn in by her tantalizing aroma, I kissed my way up her right leg until I was at her down covered pussy. I inhaled long, enjoying her musky scent. Looking down I saw her pussy lips glistening with her dew.
