Love Sex Magic

Love ☆ Sex ☆ Magic Chapter 3:

The Dancing Vixen

Golden evening light shone gently through a small window, the day quickly fading. Josh made some final adjustments to his sleeves, pulling the lace of his undershirt out just a little bit further, then tucking it back in, trying to get it just right. He signed nervously, and looked at his gloomy reflection in the mirror. He scrutinised his dress robes. He squinted at the imperfections in the twisting twigs embroidered along the sleeves; the dark spot where he had once spilled a drop of briffont wine; the one tiny fleck of sequins missing from the edenberries. He sucked his lips in, and huffed. His father wouldn't be impressed. He adjusted his undershirt again, and realised he was stalling. There was nothing left to prepare, nothing left to do but go. He looked at the little card Delidah had handed him, and longingly ran his thumb over the glittering blue ink. Her invite! He gulped, and his heart fluttered. He looked his reflection in the eyes, nodded firmly, and with a final steadying breath, he left his dorm.

***

The coach bounced up and down over uneven cobbles; Josh had to grip the side of the door to stay in his seat. They passed over Troll Bridge, crossing the Bricklebrook River and entering Portside. Josh was starting to get worried; He had never been to this part of town. He only knew it by reputation, a refuge for hoodlums, hooligans, deviants and misfits. Portside was where the bad people went. All sorts of strange folk skulked down these streets; Josh gaped at witches, gnomes, trolls, and any number of other awful beasts! Josh' mouth went dry at their sight, his shoulders tense. He hadn't noticed, but he was clutching Delidah's note tightly in his fist. He opened his hand and looked at it, drawing courage from the perfect penship. If she wanted him here... then here he should be.

The coach stopped in front of a crooked house -- one in a row of many -- and the driver announced: "We've arrived, sir". Josh gulped and peeked out the window. The front door of the house was open, people busying in and out. A fair amount of them watched his coach curiously, and eyes locked on Josh as he bumbled out of the coach. Some whistled, some laughed. One guffawed! Josh found it vexing. He was wearing expensive, couture dress robes that ought to demand respect! Every part of Josh tightened, and he wanted so badly to turn around and go home. He felt mocked. Josh touched his chest pocket, where he had stashed the note for now, and thought of Delidah's piercing eyes and her musical laugh. He wanted to see her again. He must persevere!

A cacophony of voices, laughing, hollering, singing, shouting and thumping, percussive music rolled over him all at once when he entered the house. It was overwhelming! The air was acrid with smoke and sweat. It was so crowded near the entrance it was difficult to move without touching anyone. He muttered apologies as he pushed in, and noticed every conversation he passed fell silent. People stopped to stare at him like he was some strange creature; an ugly gremlin from a horrible folk tale. His eyes darted around the people, seeing so many faces, but never hers. What if he couldn't find Delidah? His heart squeezed. Josh got increasingly flustered by what he saw. There were beings here, among the people. Tiny gnomes, hulking trolls; glistening merfolk and beasts of all sorts. He pushed through a room with a bar from which bubbling potions were served. He startled when he saw a woman nearby balance a slender glass between her bosoms, and a wild-haired man pressing his face in to drink. In the next room he saw people dancing, pressing their bodies together, groping openly without shame, moving rhythmically to the drumbeat. The debauchery! A lot of people wore clothing Josh had never seen before -- or even dreamt of. Clothes that were tight to the skin and left open windows to reveal flesh, fur or scales. Josh's head began to spin when he spotted a garment bearing the forbidden sigil of the nine hells!

Then, he found reprieve; a glimpse of salvation. For a moment, through the heaving crowds, Josh spotted a woman he had seen before: a tall, imposing elf with grey skin and silver hair. Josh had seen Delidah talk to her. This woman knew Delidah! He clenched his jaw and dove in, squeezing between undulating bodies, heading in the direction where he'd seen her. Clumsily he bumbled on, getting hurtled from person to person, until suddenly, in a brief moment of comfort, his face was thwomped into softness. Then, two strong hands gripped his shoulders and shoved him off, out of what he could now see was the enormous pillowy cleavage of his target. Two violet eyes shone down at Josh, set beneath puzzled brows. The grip on his shoulders relaxed. Her eyes flicked away from him, back to the dance. Josh put a hand on her arm, and felt her muscle tense in response. She had been happy to excuse his fumble, but now she turned to him with fire in her eyes.

"The fuck you want?" she queried, crudely.

"I was just, ehm, wondering, ma'am..." Josh' voice was lost to the pounding music, and the woman looked irritated to have to come closer. Josh gulped, and spoke louder.

"I was just wondering ma'am if! ehm, maybe! You know a student, called Delidah?!"

She raised both eyebrows, and quickly looked him up and down; assessing him. "Yah, I know 'er." She folded her muscular arms and cocked her head quizzically. Dancers bumped into them on the rhythm; Josh got boshed around, but the woman in front of him looked solid as a rock. She wrinkled her nose as she looked down at him. "So what?"

Josh kept blinking, intimidated by her size; her power. He stammered, unable to find his words while getting bumped in the sides and back by dancers all around. "I just want--OOF--to know if you--OAH--know where she is? Is she here?" A vicious grin began to spread over the woman's sumptuous lips as he spoke. She gripped the scruff of his dress robes, and pulled him closer.

"You ain't need nothin' to do with a woman like 'er, cheesebelly" she mocked, amused by his face turning red. "A soft thing like you..." Her hand slid to the back of his head, and gripped his hair -- firmly, but not painfully. Josh' breath caught in his throat, his heart screamed. He imagined this is what a rabbit must feel like the moment a fox closes its jaws around its neck. Terrified and... turned on?

"She will use you as her plaything..." Her lips inched closer to his face, like she was about to press hers to his. Josh' lips parted with a soft gasp, mesmerised and frightened. "...and just when you're discovering pleasures you can't yet fathom..." she suddenly pushed him off, exclaiming: "...she will toss you aside!" She turned away with a derisive smirk, and left him with some parting words: "I ain't seen 'er. Go back to your palace, softcock." And then was swallowed by the crowd

Grim devastation pulled at his heart. He felt like he was falling; his breath quickened; his head woozy. He stumbled through the merry throngs, through different rooms, to eventually slump into an empty sofa in a quiet corner. He felt foolish, and weak. All alone in realms unknown. He hid his face in his hands, wishing he would disappear.

***

"I like your robes." A husky, deep voice spoke from the darkness. Josh opened his eyes to see two furry fox paws in front of him. He startled; a beast! He nearly jumped back in his seat, and gawped at the rest of the creature; a vixen wearing a green sundress, a puffy tuft of white fur where a woman's cleavage ought to be. To his shock, her golden eyes looked gentle; vulnerable. Not the bloodlust one would expect. He noticed her ears lay flat and he realised... She felt hurt by his reaction. He quickly stammered "Euh-- yes, thank you, ehm... It's... couture." The woman frowned at him, but her ears perked back up. She chuckled as if he'd made a joke. He could see her tail now, gently swaying from side to side.

"You're Joshua Edentree, right? Or at least doing a very good job of looking like him." The vixen tilted her head quizzically. Josh was baffled. How could such a creature know his name?? He confirmed: "y-es..." He now noticed the way she was holding her little glass; dainty, pinky out. It reminded him of home. "Do we... know each other?"

"I don't know if you know me", she returned, "but I know you. You're a novice at Wellsworth's, the last in line for the Edentree fortune and an eternal wallflower at the orchard ball because your very, very attractive brothers take the spotlight." Josh shifted in his seat; a shiver shaking his spine. This stranger knew an awful lot about him! He also didn't appreciate how she put so much emphasis on the word very. The vixen looked smugly satisfied at his squirming, savouring her revenge for his rudeness. She let him stew for a few seconds, before revealing, with a gentle laugh: "You can relax!" she extended a paw for him to shake, taking on a formal posture. "You can call me Stella. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, m'lord." He took her hand, stunned, and she made a little curtsey. Her ears folded flat again, she scraped her throat and added: "You might know me as Stephen, a eeuh-- a human".

"I do know you!" Josh blurted out, jumping up from his seat, the vixen's paw still in his hand. He fell over his words, not knowing which revelation should take precedence. "Y-you help professor Hemlock in potions! A-and-- I've seen you at Applincort! You-- you're -- you're different!" Stella smiled gently at him, and let go of his hand. Her tail's swishing halted; it hid stiffly between her legs. "You know how the nobility feels about... beasts" her ears drooped at the mention. "I can't be myself there. Or in school. But this..." She made a gesture to herself. "This is me. Here I can be... me." She looked so... vulnerable; insecure. Josh felt a pang of sympathy. "You don't seem at all like the stories", he managed, "you look kind of pretty. S-soft..." Stella relaxed a little at his attempt of kindness, though her ears still lay flat; she had sadness in her eyes. "Thanks."

"Oh-- HEY! You know Delidah!!" Josh suddenly realised, exclaiming his thoughts as they entered. Stella hesitated, taken aback; "I do..." she peered into her drink with a frown, then looking back at him. "How do you know her? We saw you in the hallway last week; you didn't say anything. I asked her but she was very cryptic about it." Josh froze.

"I.. eeuhh... I've seen... Her... Around..." He searched desperately for a feasible explanation, when it suddenly came to him: "She invited me to this party!!" He quickly produced the well-worn note. Stella looked at it, a glint of recognition in her eyes. "I see..." Stella's fluffy ears perked up, and her tail came to life again. The note seemed to put her at ease.

"I have to say, it's nice to see another noble around here. Are you having fun?" Josh sagged. "I... don't know. It's..." he paused to look around the room: a lounge full of people having animated conversations, kissing, and groping, and... having a great time. "It's a lot." Stella nodded compassionately, and gestured to the sofa. "I know just what you need. You sit down, and I'll be right back." Josh sat, feeling trepidatious. "Maybe I should just go...". "Poppycock!" howled Stella, leaning in to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You just hang out for a few minutes and when I'm back, I promise you'll have a great time." Josh wasn't so sure, but he nodded. He was already here, after all, and the sofa felt good. Stella gave him an encouraging squeeze, then downed the remainder of her drink and fluttered out the room.

As he sat waiting for her, twiddling his thumbs, Josh began to take in his surroundings. The room was lit dimly, and the furnishings were soft and in warm colours; red, purple, pink and gold. Clusters of puffy sofas and floor pillows formed cosy nooks, occasionally separated by sheer curtains. Many, maybe even most of the partygoers in the room were with their sweethearts, in cuddly embrace, smooching, intimately sharing drink and smoke. Over the music that rolled in from the other room, he could hear people chat, giggle, whisper and... moan? His eyes were drawn to a sheer curtain onto which a silhouette was projected: A couple on the other side, their bodies moving together. Josh' mouth felt dry. He wetted his lips as he realised: they were having sex! People were having sex all around him, and nobody cared who saw. Stella's last words suddenly echoed through his mind. "I promise you'll have a great time..." Did she mean...? He frowned pensively, the thought proving more compelling than the show of sensual shadows. He'd never considered someone could have sex with a beast. He began to imagine what it would be like: his fingers pressing into her soft fur; her snout in his neck; his body pressing against her; her nails -- claws -- raking his back; his hand under her dress, feeling her cock. He felt his own swell, and push against his dress robes.

He became so enraptured by the fantasy that he didn't notice Stella returning, carrying two iron goblets.

Josh' mirage burst like a bubble. He quickly adjusted his robes, hoping she hadn't seen--but when he looked up, he met her eyes as they flicked up from his groin. She smiled gently, and handed him one of the goblets. Josh peered over the rim; there was a bubbling golden liquid inside.

"Have you ever done a potion before?" Stella asked, sitting down next to him. Josh nodded. "Concentration elixirs, to help with study. Crimson Steer, Owl's Eye, that sort of thing." He felt pretty confident about having an answer. He felt cool. Stella began to explain enthusiastically: "These are kind of like those. They're a basic potion of courage, with a little euphoria mixed in. It'll make you feel more at ease-- ehm, less scared. The mixture is called Delirium." She tapped her goblet against his. "Cheers". They both took a sip, Josh more cautious than Stella. The potion had a refreshing taste; zesty, with a metallic tang. Not at all unpleasant.

They drank their potions and talked, and Josh felt increasingly at ease. They discovered they had a good few things in common: They were both children of noble houses whose older siblings got more attention than them. They'd both had an affinity for witchcraft since they were young, and were excited to study at Wellsworth's. They both had favourite quills; though he preferred swan feather, and she preferred edenwood. They had a good laugh about it: her family raised swans, his family grew edentrees. To his surprise, he found his goblet suddenly empty when he went to take a drink. He put it down next to Stella's. She pulled her knees up on the sofa, her elbow on the backrest, her cheek resting on her knuckles. Josh gazed into her golden eyes. He thought they looked amazing, and SO cute -- his initial fright of her had become a distant memory.

"So your family doesn't know you're a beast?" he asked. Stella wrinkled her nose. "They do but... They don't like it. They believe it's a big shame on the family, or whatever." She shrugged, and rolled her eyes. Josh felt like this should be a weighty moment, but he felt light as a feather. Stella didn't seem morose either: her ears stood straight up, and her tail waved happily from side to side, causing her dress to slide slightly further up each time. "Well, then I think they're a bunch of dumb doo-doo poopy heads" Josh concluded, with a confident nod. Stella stared at him with wide eyes, then burst out in splendorous laughter, slapping his shoulder in glee. "Hahahah yes! They ARE!"

She stood up and took his hand, clumsily pulling her dress down with the other. "Come on, let's go dance!" Josh eagerly let himself be pulled from his seat. A proposal that would have shaken every fibre in his body not half an hour ago, now filled him with excitement. He let himself be led to the dancefloor with glee.

They dove into the throngs of people. Josh had never danced freely before; only strictly choreographed dances at balls. As though possessed, his body found the rhythm, deciding how to move all on its own. He swayed with the crowd and felt one with their motion. He watched Stella dance and she appeared to him as though surrounded by a halo of glittering light; he thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The wave of her hips, the sway of her tail; the groove of her hands. He was captivated. He moved closer to her, and she followed his lead. Their bodies graced one another, driven along by the beating drums. They danced until Josh gleamed with sweat and Stella's tongue lolled from her panting mouth, when finally the groove of the music slowed down.

Stella pulled Josh close to her and rested her arms over his shoulders. He held her around the waist. They swayed together, and he could feel Stella's hands moving on him, stroking his back, playing with his hair. His heart was thumping. he could feel himself getting aroused, but he wasn't flustered or embarrassed. He felt lustful and bold! One of his hands slid down to cup Stella's bum. He could feel a jolt go through her body, and her tail swished to meet his touch; the soft fur felt nice. Stella nuzzled her snout into his neck. Josh could feel her breath: quickened, like his. It was exhilarating. He realised she must be able to feel his hard dick press into her through his robes. She shifted her body so he could now feel her erection press against his, separated only by the thin fabric of their clothes. Both their breaths halted in a moment of heated discovery. Then, Josh thrusted gently. He felt compelled: He needed so badly to feel them rub together. Stella gripped him tightly and welcomed him. He could hear her groan in his ear.

Stella slid off him slightly, leaning back to be face to face. Her eyes were half-lidded, drunk with lust. Josh breathed "I want to feel you..." as his hand wandered along Stella's side. She pushed herself against him again, and lapped his ear with her tongue -- then whispered hoarsely: "let's go back to the red room." Josh gripped her hand with a lewd grin, and they rushed out of the rabble, their hearts beating as one.

The red room had become crowded with people enjoying each other. Josh and Stella paid little attention to it, twirling into an empty corner and quickly closing the sheer curtains behind them. He gripped her and together they fell into the pillows. His hands eagerly groped her furry body, her paws exploring his plump flesh. Stella whined with pleasure; their hearts were racing, their breaths gasping for air. Josh' hand moved firmly up Stella's inner thigh until he hit warm cotton: underwear. He quivered with excitement. He paused to ask, but Stella -- as eager as him -- thrust her pelvis into his hand and that was all the permission he needed. He fumbled around the edges of her pants for a moment and a distant realisation tried to surface: he had never done this before. He had never been intimate with anyone, and before a few weeks ago, he hadn't even ever considered he wanted to touch a dick that wasn't his own but... Those thoughts were hidden behind a veil of delirium; lust was all he could feel. Stella laughed lasciviously and helped him out, and freed her cock. Josh reached for it. It was firm to the touch, yet soft, and so warm. He confidently closed his fingers around the shaft, but Stella winced and he stopped.

"Use some spit." she requested, her voice husky and heated. Josh noticed she lacked a foreskin, and her member had a sort of sweet bulge at its base where it emerged from her fur. It wasn't precisely vulpine... but it wasn't entirely human, either. His spirit soared gloriously at the sight; his skin felt tingly, his head light. He noticed he was salivating. He lowered himself and let some spit trickle down onto Stella's member. She cooed in anticipation, squirming pleasantly under him. Josh now closed his hand around her, and began moving up and down as he did when he was alone.