The castle was silent this early in the morning, and I crept through the halls in nothing but my nightgown, heading towards Silas's room. I had used up all of the potion he had given me, and quick - turns out, having the stronger orgasms had only made my need even more insatiable. And now I was even more horny, all the time.
But the potion was gone. And the pitiful orgasms I was bringing myself to naturally were useless to me. Even now, sneaking through the castle, I could see my perky nipples outlined by the sheer fabric of my nightgown, and between my legs there was a slickness. I'd already tried masturbating once, and it hadn't worked. It only make me more desperate.
I figured Silas would had more of that potion. Then I could dose myself, masturbate into oblivion, and get some rest.
I knocked on his room door and waited. Silence. Was he sleeping? I knocked louder. Still silence. Fuck.
I tried the handle, and found the door swung open.
"Silas?" I called, peeking my head through the door. "Siiiiilas..."
There was no response. What was he doing out this late? Perhaps some sort of emergency. Silas's flesh magic was primarily based around sex and arousal, but it did double well into physical ailments and medicines, so he did make quite an living as a physician.
I smiled to myself, imagining having Silas as my doctor. Laying me down, running his hands over me, pushing at my breasts to feel for maladies, then down, spreading my legs and prodding around. All technical - he'd be professional and smart but I'd be putty in his grip, wanting - needing - an orgasm...
Fuck, speaking of needing an orgasms.
I squeezed my legs together and decided to just find the potion myself. I pushed my way into the room, looking around.
His room was small, with a large, floor-to-ceiling cupboard on one end, a bed, a desk, and walls lined with shelves and potions and half finished works. I could see plants and herbs and spellbooks everywhere, and wondered, if Silas really set his mind to it, how much pleasure he could really give a woman.
I reached my hand up, almost habitually, to pinch my nipple. Fuck it felt good. Okay... Okay... focus...
I spotted a vial of blue liquid, and rushed forward to grab it. Though the moment it was in my hands, I heard laughter. Not in the room, but there was definitely someone heading down the hallway. Fuck Fuck Fuck-
I panicked, spun around and decided to take the risk and leapt into the cupboard, swinging the doors shut just seconds before the main door opened.
Through a small crack in the doors to the cupboard, I could see the proceedings. My heart leapt into my throat.
Silas, gorgeous, sexy, perfect Silas, had one of the maids, Rebecca, wrapped up in his arms, and they were hardcore making out. Tongues shoved down each other's throats, hands roaming and grabbing and pulling.
Jealousy reared its ugly head immediately. How dare she, touch him like that? This lust filled, horrible affair must be just that. Silas must be under a spell! He must be! He wouldn't be sticking his hand up her shirt like that otherwise...Oh...
Her shirt was off like that, followed by her bra, and then he had picked her up and swung her onto the bed, crawling of her. I pushed the door open a tad further to keep looking. Telling myself it was only to protect Silas if I had to.
She reached a hand down his pants, and I heard him moan. Perfect, well composed Silas, moaning like a horny teenager as she pulled his cock out. I bit my lip, getting my eyes on it for the first time. Fuck, it was perfect. It fit into her hand nicely, and it was long, but not intimidating - I'd guess six, or just over six inches. I had to stifle a moan so I wouldn't be caught, but I could feel my pussy dripping just from the sight of it.
Silas leaned forward and attached his lips to the maid's nipple, licking and sucking on it. Rebecca tilted her head back, as if in heaven, and I had to agree. I lifted my hand to my own breast, imagining that it was I who was being ravished by him tonight, and not her. How divine it would feel, to have his tongue trailing over my body.
And as he did now, to Rebecca, I imagined how it would feel for that tongue to trail down, lift my skirt and find it's way between my legs.
It was almost impossible to ignore the throbbing that had grown, and I tentatively slid my hand down my thigh, picking up the hem of my skirt and pressing a finger over my clit, rubbing softly. I gasped, then immediately bit my tongue. I must not be heard.
But they weren't paying attention. Silas's tongue must have been magic - and perhaps it was, as a flesh magician - because Rebecca was writhing and moaning and her hand was grabbing at her own breast, her head tilting back to the ceiling. I envied her with every piece of my body.
