The next night as the Mating Moon began to rise, I was at her door.

She opened it nearly as I got there. Quite satisfied with herself.

Preparing to leave me suffering.

I stepped in and turned the latch.

She sighed as she strode across the room. "More threats, My Magus?"

She leaned slowly over her bed and crawled up it. Wiggling her partially exposed buttocks at me as the flaps of her robe parted around her thighs, as she moved.

Beautiful porcelain flesh.

"No. No threats." I withdrew a small bubbling vial from my tunic pocket just as she rolled onto her buttocks.

She leaned forward. "What's that? Is that a potion?" Her eyes widened in horror. "What is that potion for Magus?"

"I told you what it was for. And this?" I withdrew a final piece from my pocket. Rolling it in my fingers so she could see it.

***

I knew understanding dawned when she reached up to finger her hair near her ear. Gripping the lock that was missing a length. "My hair? What are you doing!"

She leapt off the bed to run at me.

I unstoppered the vial and plopped her lock of hair in it. Making it hiss and bubble.

I watched her running at me to rip it out of my hands. Long, slim legs carrying her across the room in smooth strides. Large pendulum breasts swaying with every leap.

Just as she was almost to me, I whispered. "Ker-dan."

She yelped and lurched onto her back. Writhing along the floor in blatant heat. Panting as she put her hands to herself and pushed to alleviate the pressure. "What have you done to me!"

She stared up at me fearfully.

"Ohh...What's wrong Little Zyra? Afraid of what I'll do?"

You should be. I'm going to stuff you full!

"Don't touch me!" She cried.

"I'm going to do a lot more than that." I laughed at her writhing along the floor. Tossing her head against the tension in her.

Her skin goose bumped, and nipples pebbled under her robes.

I smiled evilly. Lifting my chin toward her. "Open your legs for me."