{Whew! This one took a while, and I'm going to be honest, I'm not the happiest with it. If I had more time, I would've made things last longer, but this challenge is about getting things out in a timely manner, not about flushing every little thing out into an epic saga, hahaha! I hope you enjoy this one; edging is one of my favorite kinks...I think it shows in this work.}
After I found Sir Ewan under the Leaning Tree, I decided to invite him to stay with me for a while. He was on this ridiculous quest to capture a fairy and bring it back to his lord. When he told me, my reaction wasn't the nicest, but I really couldn't help myself. Fairies are one of the most dangerous creatures in the wood, and the idea of actually capturing one was too funny.
The first night he'd stayed with me, I'd had to coax him slowly. He wasn't exactly a spring chicken, and after the dryad had her way with him, he didn't have much left for me. He was very talented with his mouth though, so I had no complaints.
The following nights had been a little less exciting. He'd been able to get stiff, and even to fuck me properly, but he was human, and aging. After several months of fucking the monsters in the woods, my appetite was nearly insatiable. I was often left wanting more after he'd worked himself to exhaustion. Luckily he was also good with his hands.
Ewan made a wonderful lover, but I wanted to see what marathon sex with him could be like. How would he fuck me when he wasn't able to cum? Just the thinking about it made a smile crawl across my face, one that-I'm sure-wouldn't have looked friendly at a glance.
The components I needed for my spell were plentiful in certain areas of the wood, but it took me several days to visit all of the locations and procure all of the ingredients. I hung them all to dry over the large work table downstairs and waited impatiently for them to be ready.
I used my largest mortar and pestle to make sure everything was pummeled to a powder-a task I had to do when Ewan was out on one of his "fairy hunts" to avoid his questions. I wasn't about to go dousing people in love spells-consent is important-but aiding in boner production was a different thing entirely. No one would ever complain about being turned on, would they?
Everything was going as planned; my herbs were dry and easily turning to powder, I figured I had just enough time to clean up before Ewan returned, then he'd get a little dust in his face and we'd be going at it all night. Luckily, there was no one around to hear how deviant my laugh sounded as I began wiping down the table.
First I'd have him take me on the floor of the kitchen, then against the wall near the front door. After that we'd fill the tub and have sex in the bath, then I'd lead him to the soft patch of clover around by the front door and ride him outside while we dried. Then he could take me over the dining table while the stew finished bubbling. I hoped the powder was potent enough to get at least four rounds out of him.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn't paying attention, with one swipe of my rag I knocked over the mortar. The powder inside spilled out, a small cloud kicked up and I cursed at my own giddiness. I felt a twitching in my nose, a bit of the spiciness floated into the air tickling until I couldn't hold it. I let out a huge sneeze, what little of the powder that had made it into me pushed out, meeting the pile on the table and creating a huge cloud of spell dust.
I froze, eyes wide as I blinked through the blue-ish cloud I'd inadvertently created. I tried not to breath it in, but I could only hold it so long. I moved toward the back door, hoping to get it open and get a lungful of air and let the powder settle so I could clean it up.
The door was within reach, my hand on the knob when I tripped over Ewan's pack, foot tangled in the strap as I fell heavily on my side. My already empty lungs heaved as I hit before opening up and taking in a big gulp of slightly sparkly blue haze.
"Shit." Well, that was that. I was dosed with my own aphrodisiac. And quite a bit of it, since I was still breathing it in as I sat there scowling at myself. I stood up, and jerked the back door open before stomping out onto the porch.
I took off my headscarf-grateful, at least, that my hair wasn't impregnated with tiny dusty particles-followed by my apron and dress. The chemise I'd leave for now, if only because of the chill in the air. I went to the bucket of water and ladled some over my hands before cupping some over my face.
When I turned back I saw all of the powder I'd tracked across the porch on my shoes. I let out a long breath, trying to remain patient. I sat on the bench and took off my shoes, then washed my hands again. I was starting to feel hot already.
It wasn't a flushed feeling, not as though I had a fever. Rather, it was a heat deep in my belly, low and squirming and very nice. The feeling was something I could ignore for now, so I set about cleaning up the cottage.
~~
By the time I'd swept up the last of the dust, I had broken out in a sweat. There was a dampness between my legs that had been steadily growing a wet patch on my stockings. I stripped the chemise and used it to wipe down my body, tossing it aside in the hamper.
I stuck my fingers between my folds, they audibly sunk in to me, the fingertips of my three middle fingers resting just inside me. It was amazing. The flesh of my palm pressed against my swollen clit, and my pussy was on fire just from the tips of my fingers inside. I rocked my hips against my hand and the fingers slid fully in with no resistance, slick running out to fill the cup of my palm.
My legs were trembling and I moaned long and low, reaching for a chair to support myself on. I slid the three fingers out and back in, the sensation sent a shock up my spine and I gasped like I'd been pierced with an arrow. That was all it took to set me to a frantic pace. I leaned heavily against the chair with one hand while I held the other cupped stiffly between my legs so I could thrust wildly against it.
The pleasure built and built, my pussy hotter and hotter with every rub of my digits on that sensitive flesh inside. My legs were stiff, I gritted my teeth, my hips stuttered before faltering in exhaustion. I slumped over the chair, panting. I needed more. I hadn't been able to cum on just my fingers, I needed more.
I took one deep breath, let it out, and stood with a new determination. Mounting the steep staircase to the lost, I opened up my toy box. There were several different phalluses to choose from; all lovingly crafted with magic, wood, and stone by me. I chose an average sized ash cock, it had a subtle curve to it, and I could thrust with abandon and no fear of hurting myself in my frenzy.
I lay back on the mattress, pillowed my head, and slid the phallus in with no preamble. I groaned in delight at the fullness, so much better than my fingers. My pussy fluttered wildly, slurping on the dildo as I pulled it out slowly and shoved it back in with force. I let out a wanton shout of delight as it hit me at the perfect angle and pulled back for another thrust just like it.
In this way I slowly built up the tempo; slow recoil, with a forceful thrust until the recoil and the thrust were almost perfunctory to my desire to create as much heat inside me as I could. I wanted to cum so bad, but my arm was getting tired. I was so close, my muscles growing tight again, winding up for a great release of pleasure.
The pleasure never came. I fucked myself furiously, growling and grinding my teeth as I pushed closer and closer to an edge that kept moving further away.
Finally I collapsed, tears running down my cheeks as I panted. The dildo was still halfway inside me, slippery with the juices I'd leaked all the way down to my wrist. Still my pussy was on fire, I was desperate for release, but now I saw what was happening.
Twice now I'd been unable to orgasm. I had no illusions that the third time would be the charm. Instead I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath and ignore the heat between my legs.
Where was Ewan? I needed help! I knew the powder would have to run its course through my system before I'd get any relief, but it would be really nice to just feel someone's hands on me. I wanted a mouth on my nipple and hands on my thighs, something nice and thick nudging at my entrance.
I groaned in frustration as the thoughts made my pussy pulse almost painfully. Fantasizing wouldn't fix anything, but I was too physically caught up to distract myself either. I balled my fists in the pillow under my head and focused on my breathing. I counted my inhale, held for several seconds, and counted my exhale.
After several minutes I felt the haze of meditation descend on me. Though my mind was at peace, I was still distantly aware of the torment my body was suffering. I wished I could sleep, but instead I lay in a meditative state for several hours.
~~
Finally, I heard the front door open. I sat up, my hair a tousled mess, I crawled to the edge of the loft and peered at Ewan as he ducked through the low doorway and set his sword gently against the wall.
He scanned the room as he took his cloak off and called out to me when he hung it on the wall. "Quinn? Are you here?"
"Here," I croaked, scrambling to the staircase and nearly tumbling down it in my haste to descend. "I'm here." I said as I stood naked but for my stockings on the opposite side of the house.
Ewan's eyes grew wide as he took in my state; glistening with fluids, hair wild, eyes probably feral judging by his reaction. "What happened? Are you hurt?" He stood with his hands held up defensively, frozen in place as though I were a wild animal.
I felt as savage as he probably imagined I was. "I'm fine. I just...need your help," I moved closer, taking slow careful steps which he matched until he was backed against the door. I stood still in the center of the space when he took a more defensive stance.
