Lorelei looked up at the sign on the large tent and her expression turned from confused to honestly perplexed. 'An Honest Puck: Purveyor of Fae Gifts', she read the large and ornate wooden sign for the fifth or sixth time. She had been a regular fixture of the Pennsylvania Ren Faire for the past three years, she came almost every weekend and she had NEVER seen this shop before- that was beyond unusual. More than that, she had been down this row of vendors just a few hours before and she was certain this tent hadn’t been here.
Lorelei was a pretty young girl, petite and adorable, something that drove her crazy. At just under 14-years-old she could pass for 10 easily and it was becoming a serious problem as her mind grew but her body couldn't match it. She was dressed in a green dress with fairy wings and prosthetic ears, the picture of an elf princess. She had wanted to dress as a barbarian warrior but none of the costumes fit her underdeveloped form.
She shook her head, sending her long gold hair whipping back and forth, it’s not as if the place was actually magical. She must have missed it before, she told herself as she lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. The large tent was lit with what looked and smelled like a dozen of traditional oil lamps, sending a warm glow over the tables of glittering knickknacks that looked as if they had been stolen from a fairy tale. There were crowns and capes, wands and swords, rings and necklaces, it was overwhelming. One back wall was filled floor to roof with 'potions' of all different sizes and colors.
Standing behind the counter was a young man in the most impressive costume she had ever seen. He wore a bright doublet and hoes that looked to be made of fine material. His hair was curly and two goat horns spiraled from his head. His ears came to long natural points, they were defiantly the most impressive prosthetic she had ever seen. He noticed her gaze and gave a short bow.
“Lady Fae, how can this merry wanderer aid you on this midsummer’s day?” His voice was rich and warm and had an exotic accent she couldn't place.
Lorelei laughed nervously and then smiled, “I can't believe I've never seen or heard of this stall before. I have to say I'm impressed. And these wares, they're beautiful.”
She reached towards a wand that looked as if it was made of polished ivory, with a spiral inlay that looked like gold.
“I wouldn't touch that if I were you,” the man’s voice was kind but there seemed to be a warning tone to it. “A fairy wand is not something to wield lightly and tis not what would aid you in your predicament in any case.”
She frowned and her hand stopped hovering above the wand. “What do you mean?”
The young man smiled knowingly before speaking in a sing song voice, “Sweet Lorelei lusts for the fairer sex, and none around her know. She looks a child and hides her wild, fantasies deep below. But her dream may be closer then she could ever guess. For Robin has a special gift, to free her from her mess.”
Robin gestured to the counter in front of him and suddenly there was a small package on it. Lorelei was stunned 'How did he know my name, how did he know... those other things. I don't even know if I'm gay but I do love to masturbate thinking about... HOW does he know...” she spluttered a bit before letting out a weak, “How?”
Robin just smiled and gestured again at the package on the counter. She looked down and saw it was a cloth pouch filled with… something. There was a handwritten label on it reading, 'Love-in-idleness Powder' in neat but old-fashioned print.
Robin beamed at her as if the label was explanation enough until he saw her confused expression. He sighed and muttered, “Oh what fools these mortals be, does no one read anymore...”
He lifted his hand and gestured dramatically and a card appeared in his hand. “A drop of dew off these enchanted blooms was powerful enough to make the queen of the fae fall in love with an ass. Imagine, if you will, what their powdered essence can do.”
He flipped the card to her as she grabbed it from the air he spoke again, “Instructions.”
Lorelei looked at the card in her hands and read the brief instructions. - Powered flower from the Fae, breathe it deep and you obey. -
She looked up at Robin only to find the man had gone. She looked quickly around the tent and found that it was now empty of all its treasures save for the cloth bag of powder. A chill ran up her spine, a sharp pang of excitement and fear, she had no idea what was going on but she reached out and grabbed the bag, holding it tightly to her chest as she turned and ran out of the tent.
As she ran out of the canvas flap she was bumped into a group of people and fell to the ground. It only took her a few moments to right herself and give her apologies but, when she looked up and down the line of tents, the one she had just exited was nowhere to be seen.
Several hours later Lorelei stood outside the ren fair waiting for her brother. Her parents had made him promise to take her to the fair but, at 17, he was officially too cool to go to a ren fair and had dropped her off to hang out at the mall. Sure enough, 45 minutes late, her brother Desmond pulled up in their parents’ minivan.
Desmond smiled at his sister as he rolled down the widow, “Sorry Squirt, I lost track of time and the traffic was awful.”
Lorelei made a face at her brother, “Don't call me Squirt!”
She pulled the passenger door open and slid inside. She and her brother had been so close up until recently, just last year he had a great time at the fair. She missed hanging out with him and she thought he felt the same way though he wouldn't admit it- she would occasionally catch him glancing her when he thought she wasn’t looking. About 20 minutes later they pulled into their garage. Desmond looked at his sister as she unbuckled her seat belt.
“So are you going to show me what you bought?” he said casually, gesturing to the cloth pouch she had held tightly in her hands the entire trip.
“N-no…” Lorelei stuttered as she slid out of the car and hurried into the house, “It’s nothing, just a bag I liked...”
Desmond watched his sister go with a bemused expression.
Lorelei stood naked in her bedroom looking at herself in the mirror. She frowned as she turned left and right examining her flat chest with its sensitive little nubs and her smooth pussy. The shopkeeper, Robin, had been right, she did look like a child, and she did lust... god how she lusted. She ran her hands down her body letting one hand play along her hardening nipples while the other caressed her mound.
She moaned slightly and threw herself onto her bed. Her eyes fell on the bag of powder and an image flashed in her mind: Molly, her best friend and the girl she wanted more than anyone in the world. She wanted to believe so badly that what she had seen was real, that she had real magic. She pictured Molly enchanted... Molly's lovely curves, only glimpsed when changing, following her every command
Her hands slipped down to her moistening slit as she began to rub herself gently. 'Molly licking her nipples.' Her hand rubbed the sensitive skin around her undeveloped breasts. 'Molly kissing her way down her body.' Her fingers dipped into her moist cunt and rubbing slow circles around her clit. 'Molly licking and fingering her pussy.' Her fingers slipped inside herself and began sliding in and out while her thumb rubbed her clit harder. 'Molly kissing her lips with real passion.' She rubbed herself faster and faster and soon she was bringing herself over the edge... cumming!
As she panted and reveled in the aftermath of her orgasm she knew she would try, she would try the 'magic' she had been given and see if her deepest fantasy could come true.
It was later that week when she finally got her chance. Her parents both worked late but getting her brother out of the house was annoyingly difficult. Finally, though, he had decided to spend a day at his friend Pete's place, giving her the house to herself. A quick phone call later and Molly was biking over. Lorelei paced back and forth, gripping the bag in one hand and the card with the poetic instructions in the other.
She was having second thoughts. She didn't know if it would work and, if it did... it would be wrong. Even if she did want it so badly... she couldn't... could she? Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. She quickly put the bag and the card on the side table and went to open the door.
Her friend was her complete opposite, tall and showing off her new curves in a tight and revealing outfit. She had straight black hair and gorgeous half-Asian features; there was a smile on her face as she greeted her friend. Lorelei was stunned for a moment looking at her best friend, she was almost a woman and she was so hot. In that moment she didn't care about right or wrong, she WANTED Molly so badly and she could have her- that was all that mattered.
“Earth to Lori, are you going to stand there staring all day or are you going to invite me in?” Molly smirked at her friend and put her hand on her hip, striking a pose. “I know I look good but really!”
Lorelei gave her friend a quick smile and moved aside to let her enter.
“Desmond's out so we have the whole house to ourselves,” she said as she closed the door and moved quickly, grabbing up the bag from the side table and knocking the card to the floor.
“Nice!” Molly said with obvious enthusiasm, “Nothing against your brother but he gives off a serious creep vibe lately.”
She turned to look at Lorelei only to see her friend pulling a hand full of pale purple... something, flour maybe, out of a cloth bag.
“What is that...?” Molly was in the middle of asking when Lorelei took a deep breath and blew the handful of powder into a large cloud that filled the air around Molly's head.
Lorelei held her breath, waiting to see what would happen. Molly gasped in surprise, breathing in a lungful of the powdered flower. Molly coughed a few times and then she started to splutter out words.
“What the fuck? *cough* What the fuck Lori..?” She wiped her hand across her face and stumbled out of the foyer towards the bathroom.
“What is this stuff... it tastes... sweet...” Molly's voice seemed to waver, the anger changing to confusion as if she was thinking very hard between each word. Lorelei clutched the bag tightly in her hands as she followed her friend.
“I feel…… weird……… good, but………… strange...” the pauses between Molly's words grew as she started to sound sleepy. Lorelei came around the corner and saw her friend standing in the middle of her living room, looking around as if she was lost.
“Are you OK, Molly?” Lorelei asked as she entered the room.
Molly had a distracted and unfocused look on her face, her words slurred like she was on the verge of falling asleep. “O..K..? Yes... good... hard to... think... feels... nice...”
A predatory grin spread across Lorelei's face, “Molly, would you strip for me?”
She shivered with excitement as she spoke the words in a rush, excitement that only doubled when Molly's head started to nod slowly, “Ok… strip for you…”
Molly's eyes were closed as she pulled her tight white t-shirt over her head, revealing her bright yellow bra. Lorelei watched mesmerized as her friend undid the bra revealing her budding breasts, smooth and pale with large puffy nipples.
“Stop!” Lorelei said suddenly, “L...let me touch your boobs...”
A sleepy smile crossed Molly's face as she said, “OK...” and walked over to her friend. Lorelei lifted her hands and cupped first one then both of Molly's breasts, putting the bag of powder down on the coffee table.
They were so soft and wonderful; Lorelei had never felt anything like them. Her touch was hesitant at first, afraid that she might do something to snap Molly awake. After a few tentative movements she threw caution to the wind and was soon squeezing the tits she had fantasized about. Her movements only grew rougher and soon Molly's smooth breathing was interrupted by moans of mixed pain and pleasure. After a short while Lorelei leaned down and took her friend’s right nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it. Molly's moans grew in volume and Lorelei pulled back, she was so wet. She slipped one hand into the waistband of her pants and began to rub her clit clumsily. “Keep stripping…” After a short pause she added a tentative, “Slave…”
“OK…” Molly's breathing quickly returned to normal as she kicked off her sandals and unzipped her designer jeans. She slid them down, revealing a set of matching yellow panties. These quickly followed her jeans to the floor as Molly revealed her smooth pussy and tight ass. Lorelei drank in the sight as her friend returned to a relaxed stance, arms at her side unselfconsciously showing off her entire body. Lorelei's hand moved faster on her clit until in a flash of the obvious she realized that she didn't need to masturbate, she had something much better in mind.
She considered ordering Molly to strip her but she was too excited and in a few quick movements she was naked as well. She paused for a moment, the difference between Molly and herself was daunting for a moment until she remembered she had all the power here. She sat on the carpeted floor of her living room and spread her legs wide. “Slave Molly, lick my...”She hesitated before using the word, “… cunt... until I cum!”
“OK... Lick your cunt... make you cum...” Molly repeated her instructions as she fell to her knees and crawled languorously towards her friend. As she brought her head down between Lorelei's thighs the smaller girl grabbed her chin and lifted her face up towards her own, “Call me Mistress, Slave!” Another rush ran through Lorelei when she heard the words, “Yes Mistress...” She let Molly's head go and the girl turned her attention to her friend’s smooth, dripping, cunt.
Molly's tongue was rough and soft at the same time as she did as she was told. Lorelei was overwhelmed with pleasure from almost the first moment; it was nothing like when she masturbated. It was so much better. She didn't know if her friend had done anything like this before but, if not, the mindless focus at which she went about her task was more than enough to get the job done. The licks began long and slow but soon Molly was pressing her tongue into Lorelei’s pussy, fucking Lorelei with her tongue before licking up towards her clit where the licking and the kissing became lighter and faster.
Lorelei was groaning and gasping, her hips bucking and pressing her cunt into her best friend’s face. It was incredible- she had never felt so much pleasure, even her wildest fantasies were never this good. It seemed like it lasted for hours and at the same time it was only moments later when Lorelei felt the first tinglings of an orgasm unlike those she had given to herself. Those had been controlled and limited but this was differen. At her friend’s talented touch she was running wild into an orgasm so powerful it made her vision turn white and her toes literally curl, she let out a wild satisfied cry that echoed around the house and then everything was still. Molly's face was still pressed between her legs but she had stopped licking… 'until I cum' Lorelei thought.
She just lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm for several long minutes until she could pull her thoughts together enough to mutter, “Slave, come up here and kiss me.” She heard a muffled, “Yes Mistress” the vibrations of which felt very good indeed. Then Molly was sliding her naked body across her as she slithered up her body and came face to face with her friend. Lorelei smiled at the glazing of juices across her friend’s dreamy face as Molly came in for a kiss. Her juices tasted wonderful, Lorelei though as she kissed her friend’s sweet lips before thrusting her tongue into Molly's mouth, deepening the kiss as Molly moved to respond.
They were locked in the kiss for a long time until Lorelei broke it and told her slave, “Lick my tits!”
She had never been aggressive before but control was a drug and it was completely addictive. She laid back, looking up at the bottom of the coffee table and enjoying her friends ministrations, the feeling of Molly’s lips on her sensitive nipples was heavenly.
She let Molly continue that for long minutes as she considered what to do next. She knew she needed to test the powder’s effects, see if the control was temporary or if she could give her friend permanent commands. For now though she wanted to enjoy her slave, she had all day to play around with the powder. After some thought Lorelei decided that she wanted to taste her slave’s pussy so she cleared her throat and said, “Slave, I command you to become wet and aroused!”
She looked down and saw Molly lift her face from her breasts and respond, “Yes Mistress... I will be wet and aroused...”
Lorelei watched as Molly's body shuddered and flushed, then she smirked as she felt the sticky wetness dripping onto her leg. She was so focused that when the door slammed she was taken totally by surprise.
Panic ran through her body. Forgetting where she was she quickly sat upright, smacking her head against the bottom of the coffee table. As she grabbed her head in pain she watched in horror as the open bag of powder fell from the table, sending a large cloud of pale purple powder into the air around her. She tried to hold her breath but she had exhaled suddenly at the pain and she had to inhale. As the sickly sweet scent filled her mouth and lungs she felt her panic and fear and pain fading away, her mind swirling with color and light.
She moved, trying to do something, get the dust off herself or pull her clothing on but she felt like her thoughts were moving through thick sweet pudding, it was so hard to think... it would be so easy to relax, sink into the warm wet nothing and just drift away.
“No!” She tried to yell but it came out mumbled and low. She couldn't move, Molly was pinning her down and she didn't really want to move... it would be so easy just to relax and let someone else worry about what she should do, what she should think.... yes that would be nice...
Desmond was in a foul mood when he walked in the door. He had spent almost an hour driving to Pete's place only to find his friend out at work. When he called Pete claimed to have no idea he was coming over. Pissed and confused he had little choice but to drive back home. As he was pulling into the driveway his phone buzzed. He read the text from an unknown number, “I'm sure you are a little miffed. Still I hope you enjoy Robin's gift.”
Desmond had no idea what that was about and he didn't care. As he pulled off his boots he noticed a card on the floor. Picking it up he let the door slam closed behind him. He heard a bang coming from inside the house and a muffled gasp of pain.
“You OK, Squirt?” Desmond called. His eyes fell to the card and he read the rhyming words.
He didn't know what to make of them, but all thought left his head when he strolled into the living room and saw the tableau in the middle of the floor. His sister was naked on the floor; his eyes drank in the sight. It was the stuff of his fantasies, he wasn't proud of them but they were there none the less, and now they were here in living color. The sight stunned him and for a moment he didn't take in the rest of the room, the pale purple powder covering the floor and his sister… and SHIT was that her friend Molly just as naked and holding his sister close. His mind raced with thoughts, ‘I didn't know my sister was a lesbian… and Molly too… and why aren’t either of them reacting to me being here?’
He swallowed, trying to moisten his lips and clear the lump from his throat. “Lori, can you hear me?”
He held his breath for a long moment until his sister spoke in a sleepy voice, “Yes... can hear you...”
He watched his sister and her friend, both of them were staring off into the distance and Molly hadn't reacted at all to his voice. “What's going on?”
Both girls started speaking at once he quick amended his question, “Quiet! Lori, what's going on?”
“Using magic... fucking Molly... sh-was my slave... bag fell... I'm slave now too...” A lazy smile broke across her face as if she found the idea quite pleasant.
Desmond’s eyes fell to the card gripped tightly in his hand, he read it out loud trying to keep the manic laugh out of his voice, “Powered flower from the Fae, breathe it deep and you obey... Holy Shit!”
Desmond took in the scene again, it was a dream come true, his sweet little sister and her most attractive friend, naked and enchanted, ready and willing to do anything he commanded. His erection strained against his jeans as it suddenly rose to the occasion.
“Molly, I want you to scoop as much of that dust back into the bag as you can and then tie it closed. Lori, come over here and pull out your brothers cock.” He slid down into the arm chair farthest from the pile of powder on the floor, he didn't want to risk breathing it in and ending up like his sister. He drank in the sight as his sister crawled across the floor and into his lap. He felt her little hands at his fly as she unzipped him and pulled down his underwear. His hard cock sprang into the open air causing him to gasp in relief. His sister sat back on her heels and patently waited for his next instruction.
“Lori, I want you to suck my cock,” he kept his voice from wavering but he almost blew his load when his sister murmured, “suck your cock...” before bringing her mouth to his cock. Her lips were warm and her mouth was wet and velvety smooth as she took him into her mouth. She had no experience with a man and if it had been anyone else he would have said her technique was poor but this was his sister, a fantasy come true, and that alone drove him wild. Soon he was moaning in pleasure and after only a few minutes he screamed, “I'm cumming, swallow my load!” as he poured what felt like gallons of salty cum into his sister’s mouth.
Lorelei did as she was told, taking his cum into her mouth and swallowing it dutifully. The sight of his cum dripping from the side of her mouth was enough to cause him to begin to harden again. He noticed that Molly was done cleaning up the powder so he called her over to join his sister at his feet. Molly was very attractive but he knew he wasn't done enjoying his sister. First, though, “Girls I want you to work together and make me hard.”
Lorelei seemed confused at the order, unsure of what she should be doing. Molly, on the other hand, must have had some experience because she immediately began to softly caress his half hardened cock before bringing her head down to lick and kiss at it. Molly's caress was wonderful; he made a mental note to have her tutor his sister. Lorelei, taking a cue from her friend and fellow slave leaned in and began to mirror Molly's touches and kisses on the other side of his member. He lay back and enjoyed the sensations for several long minutes and soon he was fully aroused and ready for another round.
“Lori, I want you to be dripping wet and aroused.” He smiled as his sister shuddered and flushed before his eyes.
“You're going to climb on my lap and ride my cock. It will be the most pleasurable sensation you have ever experienced, you will feel no pain- any pain will be transformed into pleasure.”
As Lorelei stood and moved to position herself on top of him he turned to Molly, “Molly, while we fuck you are going to lick my balls and asshole.”
Lorelei reached between her legs and positioned her dripping cunt over his hard cock and began to slowly lower herself onto him. He could feel her hole stretching to fit him and his sister began to moan in pleasure at the sensation. Even as she lowered herself onto him he felt Molly’s tongue begin to gently lick his asshole, the sensation was strange but very pleasurable and he reveled in the control he had over the girls.
Soon Lorelei was completely impaled on his member and she slowly began to slide herself up and down his cock. He groaned as her movements began to increase, she screamed her pleasure louder and louder. Soon she was bucking up and down like a wild woman, her grunts and moans filling the room and blending with his own, all the while Molly's talented tongue played along his ass and balls....
In his tent Robin watched the festivities through a scrying glass. In the glass the incestuous romp was reaching a climax as Desmond blew his second load deep into his entranced sister’s cunt. Robin smiled at the sight, sewing chaos gave him such joy and, if his predictions had been right, Desmond would be a much better wielder of the dust than his sister.
Robin laughed as the young man sent the girls through their paces: threesomes, lesbian acts, and any number of other perverted acts. Yes, Desmond had just the right temperament to make a wonderful show of such a magic.
The End
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