The enchantress lay in her bed, asleep. Her skin was slightly flushed and the sheen of sweat made her body gleam in the moonlight. Her dreams were unclear, even to herself. Her lips grazed a nipple, hard, firm flesh against her soft lips. Her mouth sought to devour it, tasting her own sweat and that of another. The wetness pooled between her legs, and fingers teasingly scratched her stomach. A kiss played across her mouth, hard yet sweet. The wetness between her legs ached to be touched, and at last the fingers complied. They entered her sliding in and out easily, swirling around inside her, touching each part bringing new pleasure. Her breath started to quicken and her pulse followed suit. She could feel the blood beating through her clitoris, warm breath on it. The heat of a mouth about to lower, give her the release she craved. She felt herself close to the edge of orgasm when she became aware of herself. Alone in her bed. Hot and frustrated. Yet again.
She could not believe this wave of lust that was taking over her dreams lately. But enough was enough. She was not some school girl, content to wait until some gallant man swept her off her feet and onto her back. It was time to do something, after all what was the use of having magic if one never took advantage of it? She was a strong, powerful enchantress who could bounce energy balls in one hand. A little relief from the frustration would surely not be a drain to her power. Quickly she picked up a candle and made her way out the door. As she marched angrily through the woods, guided by the bright moonlight, she recalled the moments of lust she had had with the man who's name she did not know. She told herself it was because she did not care to remember, but this was not the truth. The wind made her shiver slightly in her thin nightdress. Her nipples hardened against the fabric and she groaned as the cold shiver turned into a lustful one. She reached the edge of the lake and jumped aboard her rowboat. As she glided it through the water, she thought about who it could be, the plaguer of her dreams. She would soon know at any rate. In the middle of the lake she lit her candle and concentrated as she said the incantation.
Let the water become what I desire
And engulf my inner fire
She repeated the words in a chant. The fat candle burned in her hands, growing hotter with each repetition, the wax melting in its center echoed the wet heat melting between her legs. The flame grew with her frustration, then suddenly went out as water lept up in a stream and drowned it. The spell was complete.
The enchantress stripped off her white nightgown and entered the water naked, the coolness soothing her sultry skin. As she had hoped the water became her desire and she saw a man shape rise up and grab her. The enchantress smiled as he leaned his mouth into her breast. His colours changed slowly as he became more human. As he did so she recognised him, the man who had taken her to fuck her in the past. She was angry for allowing herself to be so moved by a man, and such an ordinary one at that. She threw him back onto the boat. She could not damage the water man, she knew, but she hoped to vent all of her frustrations on him. She leapt in on top of him and brought her lips close to his.
"You will do exactly what I say, do you understand?"
The water man smiled as he ran him hand across her back, lightly circling her anus with one finger.
