There once was a schoolgirl, Gabriella by name and not a month past eighteen, with hair of a golden blonde and eyes of bright green. Gabbi was a gorgeous girl, beautiful by every standard, always well-bathed, well-groomed, and clean. With a full, apple bottom and hefty, heaving breasts she was the girl of every boy's dreams. But that's all she ever was to them, for she had never bedded those boys, not once, despite all their plots and their schemes.
Gabbi was a bit of an airhead, yes, a bit bubbly, no doubt, but her heart was innocent and kind, and she was a generous girl, day in and day out. If passersby in the village needed directions, she was there. If a stranger looked ill or upset, she'd approach them and ask "How d'you fare?" And, of course, if a loved one was in need of affection, she'd put their arms around them, squeezing them in the hug of a sweet, little bear.
Now, there was a story told in Gabbi's village, of a sorcerer named Elias, who lived trapped in the deepest of the woods for a thousand years, imprisoned for eternity, undying, with not a single friend, no fellows, and no peers. Only one reaction did come to Gabbi when she thought of Elias, of his fate and his age:
'He must feel so empty, so unloved, and so caged!'
Elias must have been miserable, being so isolated and so alone, but unbeknownst to Gabbi, it was a fate that he himself had sown. Then one day, as Gabbi thought of the man living out there, friendless, in the quietest of the wood, she did decide that Elias the Sorcerer would at last be the one to receive her daily deed of good. Gabriella's parents had warned her not to go, "Stay away," they had said, but she was too kind to listen, too caring not to stop by, say hello to Elias, and offer him a basket of home-baked bread. Gabbi had made her decision, she'd visit Elias that afternoon, she'd be the friend he needed. What she didn't know then was that, by the night's end, she'd be breeded.
She took a basket of cornbread that she had baked with love and care, and left her home to make her way through the woods, all while taking in and enjoying the brisk forest air. For almost two hours she walked and she walked, until fear crept into her mind and she began to worry that she was lost, but it was then, that she saw what had to be Elias' home, a massive oak tree layered in a soft, fuzzy moss. It was the tallest, widest tree Gabbi ever in her life had seen. It stretched to the sky, standing at least two hundred feet wide, and it was amazing, like something of a dream.
With the basket around her arm, Gabbi stepped forward and swung the tree's front door open wide. She looked about and called out "Hello?" as she stepped forward in a steady, eager stride. She walked through the entranceway, turned a bend, and found herself in a lavish parlor hall. It was elegant and ornate but exotic as well, with dozens of wizardly oddities decorating each and every wall. There, with his nose deep in a tome on a carved, oaken table, sat Elias the Sorcerer, the myth himself, the man of the fable.
Though Gabbi had expected a frail old man with a hooked nose and skin that was wrinkled and raw, she instead saw a man that looked no older than thirty, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and a stubble on a strong, square jaw. "Hello," Gabbi said to him, "It's pleasure to meet you," She curtsied, hardly believing her own eyes. "I thought you'd be lonely out here, so I wanted to bring you a gift and stop by."
"That's... very kind," Elias said, eyeing his visitor up and down. He stood to his feet in a hurry and asked, "You're... from the town?"
"Yes. I'm Gabriella," She said to him cutely with a nod of her head. She reached into her basket, "I thought you would appreciate a gift. Home-baked bread."
"That's sweet of you," Elias thanked her, and said "I'm sure it's very tasty." A moment later, he and Gabbi were sitting together, as he poured himself a goblet of apple cider, and poured Gabbi a cup of ginger tea.
Gabbi raised the cup to her lips, and it was then, with that sip, that this tale does turn sour, no longer sunny or happy, but instead dark and dour.
"I've been waiting for someone like you," Elias told her, putting his hand to her shoulder, and mused "Oh, how I've longed for thee." A pleased smile curled around his lips and he said, "But I didn't think I'd be so lucky. I never once imagined having such a perfect girl walk into my tree."
That was a bit odd of Elias to say, and Gabbi didn't quite know his meaning. Then, suddenly, as a strange wave of tiredness broke over her, Gabriella realized quite quickly that she ought to be leaving.
"I... think I should go," She mumbled, standing to her feet as a throbbing came to her head. "Please, feel... free..." She struggled to find her words. "Feel free... to keep the bread."
"You're not leaving," Elias said with a smile, sipping his goblet of cider. "You don't want to," He said, chuckling, knowing Gabbi was already caught in the web, and that he was the spider.
"No... I don't," Gabbi said, puzzled, putting a hand to her aching temple. When she suddenly began to fall, Elias was there, catching her, whispering
"Careful."
He eased her down into her chair and began to unbutton her blouse, but only a few inches' worth, not enough to denude her, as she was not yet his spouse. Elias took his hand and hovered it over the bare sternum of Gabbi's chest, holding it just above and over her two sizable, well-shaped breasts. Tiny, ticklish bolts of lightning leapt from his hand to her flesh, and any objection Gabbi could've had to the act, the drugged tea had already quelled and suppressed. As the spell neared its finish, her tiredness vanished and feelings of warmth and love came to her in a sudden start. A little rune then appeared on her chest, pink-colored, in the shape of a Valentine's heart.
With the spell finished, Elias took Gabbi's hands and gently brought her to her feet. He was eager to see the result of his work, to see if his hex had indeed turned the girl sweet. When her green eyes met with his, her cheeks went red with blush, and with strong, hot feelings of passion and desire Gabbi did become flush. The rune on her chest had her bewitched, ensorcelled, and enchanted, and in every corner of her mind, Elias now had a potent seed of his own will, tilled and planted. Gabbi threw herself at him then, put her soft lips to his, and pushed her tongue into his maw in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Elias was more than willing to let her have that, and he returned her kiss, though, admittedly, in the lips of her mouth he had little interest.
