CHAPTER 8 - Isha's secret desire.
Effy was sat crossed legged on her bed, the weekend was drawing to a close as dusk settled over the moors, it had been a great weekend, Effy deciding to spend some time with her friends, and have a small break from the erotic enchantments and her college work.
Last night she went into the village with Isha and Amy, partly to celebrate her preliminary invitation to the Hunters Guild, and mainly just to catch up. They had consumed copious amounts of alcohol and had a good catch up. The only downside was the evil hangover Effy had woken up with, but her quick sorcery skills soon took care of that.
The girls had gone out again, but twice in one weekend was a bit too much for Effy so she had stayed behind to read. She currently sat with her erotic spell book on her lap, it had been a while since she had managed just to sit down and look through it. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a light purple vest top, enjoying her moment of relaxation.
There were so many spells in there, some she had to try, others that she probably wouldn't. One spell increased your libido, making you want constant sex, Effy definitely didn't need that one, she spent most hours wetter than a raging river anyway. Another spell gave men two cocks, that one did sound good, but not one she could use on herself.
Some spells were incredibly dark, one turned your pussy into a venus fly trap type monster, severing the cock of a man that wronged you, ouch, Effy thought. A few pages along there was a spell that turned you into a succubus, allowing you to suck the energy out of the person you fuck, not just their cum entering you. She realised then how much more important it was not to allow this book to fall into the wrong hands.
There were plenty more spells she could do, incantations that made her wet just thinking about them, she made mental notes of all these, trying to think when she could fit them in. As she reached near the back of the book, her hand froze, hovering over the page she had just turned to.
"My love," she whispered to herself, unaware of the sound escaping her lips, her eyes flashing green, her hand stroking over the picture in front of her. Suddenly Effy snapped out of her trance, thinking she had just nodded off slightly, she was tired, she thought.
Her eyes moved to the picture of a handsome strong man, covered in many tattoos, his face hard and attractive, his body was to die for, pure muscle, but not over the top. Effy's pussy moistened at the sight, she read the page to herself. The incantation was a summoning spell, to summon this man to see to your every need, Effy laughed.
"Don't think I need a man right now," she said, to her pet cock next to her on the bed, it shook its head in agreement. She couldn't take her eyes off him though, drawn to the picture.
Suddenly the door burst open, the cock disappeared instantly from view. Isha came rushing in, her eyes pink from crying. Effy closed the book quickly, moving it slowly out of view so as not to arouse suspicion. Isha looked over then ran into the bathroom, locking the door. Effy threw the book into her bag and then jumped up, running to the bathroom door.
"Isha what's wrong?" Effy called through the door, muffled sobs coming from the other side. No answer came. "Let me in, or I'll blow the door down. "
Effy heard movement inside and the door unlocked, it swung open and Isha was standing on the other side, her eyes puffy and red, she tried a weak smile.
"You would as well," Isha said, as Effy pulled her in tight for a hug, their bodies pressing together.
"What the matter," Effy asked and Isha started crying again, Effy hugged her until she calmed down. Eventually Isha pulled away and walked over to her bed, Effy watched her as she walked, she was wearing a pretty strapless light blue short dress, her slender brown legs looked perfectly showcased.
As Isha sat down Effy went to join her, sitting on her right, turning slightly toward her, their knees touching. Effy put her arm over her shoulder, pulling Isha into her, Isha nuzzling into her neck, she held her till Isha was ready to talk.
"I had an argument with Amy and stormed out the pub," Isha said, "we met these two guys, had a nice time chatting and then Amy wanted me to go back to theirs with her, she had her eyes set on one and wanted me to hook up with the other one, I refused and things got a bit heated."
Effy kept quiet, still listening, she knew Isha wasn't finished yet.
"I'm not angry with Amy, she was a bit drunk, and she just wanted some fun, but she doesn't get it," Isha said.
"Get what?" Effy said, gently. She put a hand on Isha's bare knee reassuringly. Isha looked down and stared at it.
"She keeps trying to get me to chat up these boys, but I don't..." Isha paused, her eyes staring hard into Effy's hand, she sighed, "I don't even like boys." Isha looked up and stared at an old picture on the wall.
A verbal avalanche, built up over a long period cascaded out of Isha's mouth. "I like girls, I can't help it, I've tried not to, not to think about them, not to look at them, not to dream about them, I just can't stop myself. My parents, well, my dad mainly would be horrified, he's grown up in a very traditional Indian family, if he had his way he'd be choosing a husband for me, but luckily my mum would never allow it. I know it's not wrong to have these feelings, but why do I feel like it is, feel the need to hide it. Maybe it is wrong, what do you think?" She turned to face Effy.
Isha's pretty eyes burned pleadingly into Effy's, desperate for reassurance.
"It's definitely not wrong," Effy said, "you can't help who you fancy, and never let anyone tell you differently. Amy would understand if you told her."
"I know," Isha said, "i was just scared, It feels so good to finally tell someone."
"I'm glad you told me," Effy said, "that you trusted me enough," Isha's dark hair had fallen over her face, Effy brushed it behind her ear, leaving her hand on the side of her cheek, Isha shivered. Effy felt it, their bodies were close, she felt herself leaning in.
Isha noticed her coming forward, she couldn't help but match the move, their faces closing in until their lips touched, Isha opening hers up, inviting Effy in deeper, their tongues touching. Isha groaned.
