CHAPTER 4 - The First Fantasy.
Effy stood naked, looking at her reflection in the mirror, over the past few weeks she had learned to love her petite slender body, every inch of it, proud of it for the first time in her 18 years of life. She traced her hands through her long brown hair, brushing it back over her shoulders, running her hands down her neck and over her small firm breasts. She felt her ribs and flat stomach, caressing her narrow bony hips.
She touched her thighs, her eyes scanning down and then back up her slender legs to her thigh gap, her inner thighs gleaming from the excitement of what might happen next.
It had been two weeks since she had harvested the troll cum, and Gareth and his friends had attacked her, two whole weeks that she had spent on planning her revenge, and also perfecting the potion she needed for her most intriguing spell yet, the one that would help satisfy her deepest desires.
At least it had given her time to perfect the other incantations from the book she had learnt already, and she had put them to good use, with the help of her magical pet cock. Most days she had been in her secret room with the cock in either her mouth, cunt or ass, sometimes all of them, one after the other.
Effy had found it increasingly hard to stay satisfied though, and knew the potion was what she needed, and she was ready for it.
"First some fun," she said to herself in the mirror, "then some pay back."
Effy moved the potion she had brewed nearer the bed, she raised her hands and levitated the heavy cauldron, settling it down close enough so that she could dangle her legs off the side of the bed and lean over to inhale the fumes.
Effy sat and leant over the cauldron, the greenish liquid swirling around inside it. It had been hard work but Effy was good and had been patient. Hundreds of ingredients had gone into it, the main one being half of the troll cum, the rest she saved in case she needed it later.
She smiled, the Fantasy Mist Potion complete, apparently all she had to do was breath in the fumes and her wildest desires could be experienced through this one potion, whatever they may be, she thought. She had a few ideas of what might happen, she had been thinking a lot about her friend Isha lately, or being taking by a number of cocks at the same time, the book said it delved into your deepest desires, your true unspoken fantasies, she was dripping just thinking about it.
Effy spoke the incantation in her mind, her fingers just over the top of the cauldron, the liquid inside bubbled, a mist started rising. Effy leaned forward and inhaled deeply, instantly her head started spinning, the room moving around her, she eased herself back onto the bed, her eyes closing.
Everything was dark but Effy could hear muffled voices, then the sound of gun fire, she was confused, trying to work out where she was, the shooting continued as her eyesight began to clear.
It soon became clear the sound was the TV, it came into focus, a film she was watching recently, she was leaning on someone, a memory came flooding back to her, without looking she knew it was her dad.
"Oh shit," she mumbled quietly, she remembered the night vividly, it hadn't been long ago. She was back on the sofa with her dad, as she had been not long after her 18th birthday, and just before she came back to college, her mum had been away and she was watching Bad Boys Return with her dad. The real night she had been as she was now, snuggled up against his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his muscular bicep on her cheek.
"What was that baby?" her dad said, catching her mumble.
"Nothing daddy," she automatically said, and they both carried on watching.
She was wearing a small tight pair of denim shorts, low on her boney hips, a small tight vest top covering her pert breasts, her flat stomach on display.
She had always been close to her dad, and had occasionally had fantasies about him and herself together, always leaving her ashamed, but unable to resist when the thoughts popped into her head.
The night she was reliving now had started with her head against his arm, stealing glances at his crotch as they watched the film, she had been sure she could see the outline of his cock, had wanted to touch it, but would never have dared. The night finished with her in bed, furiously masterbating whilst thinking of being taken by her dad, his cock inside her. After she had orgasmed she had been disgusted with herself.
