Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“A lust potion?” I asked blankly.
“Sure. I don’t need one myself, being half Succubus, but most people don’t have the same drives I do,” she explained. “If you’re going to do successful Sex Magic, you need to be really horny.”
“Goldie!” Goody Albright looked slightly scandalized.
“Sorry—I should have said you need to be sufficiently aroused,” Goldie said, grinning unrepentantly.
“That’s better,” Goody Albright said primly but a little smile twitched around the corners of her mouth. “Thank you, Goldie. And you’d probably better start on that potion at once. The longer Kael is stuck in The Pit, the harder it’s going to be to extract him.”
“You’re right about that.” Goldie got up and started moving around the small break room. There was a regular sized stove in the corner—not nearly as big as the ones in the kitchen of the diner. She got out a pot and then opened a cabinet and started searching for ingredients.
Before I knew it, the room was filled with the scent of cinnamon and cloves and other warming spices. Goldie kept adding more and more ingredients. Most of them I recognized from my stock in the store, though I had never guessed they could be used for Sex Magic. She added damiana, lemon balm, saffron, nutmeg and of course cinnamon and cloves.
Soon she was pouring the mixture into a mug and placing it in front of me.
“And just a little honey to sweeten and bind it all together,” she murmured, adding a sticky spoonful from a little pot shaped like a bee hive. “Now drink it up,” she told me. “And then we’d better hustle over to the Lust Hut. We need to get you settled before the potion takes effect.”
I still wasn’t completely sure about drinking a strange lust potion, but I was desperate to get Kael back. So I took a sip—it was really good! Like the best herbal-spice tea I’d ever had. I drank some more and soon finished the whole mug. It warmed me from my head down to my feet and seemed to make my fingers and toes tingle. In fact, it made other parts of me tingle too—my nipples and the spot between my legs were suddenly alive and excited all over again.
“Oh—I think I feel it working already!” I exclaimed.
“Then we need to hurry. Come on!”
Goldie took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. Goody Albright waved at us as we left the break room.
“Good luck, my dear! Please come see me and give me the news when all this is over.”
I promised I would and then I was following Goldie out the door of the diner and into the chilly Autumn twilight.
30
WILLOW
“So where is this ‘Lust Hut’ anyway?” I asked as I followed Goldie past the lighted town and out into the forest.
“Oh, don’t worry—it’s still inside the Hidden Hollow town limits,” she said over her shoulder as we walked down a narrow dirt path. “So we won’t be suddenly outside in the middle of a New England winter, if that’s what you’re thinking. But we will be out of sight of the more curious townsfolk. I like my privacy, you know?”
“I don’t blame you,” I said—and I didn’t. Especially if she was doing Sex Magic—you really would need privacy for that.
But now I was about to be doing Sex Magic—only I had no idea how to do it. I hoped that Goldie would explain exactly what I was supposed to do and how I was supposed to act. Otherwise this rescue attempt might be a disaster!
Luckily, Goldie seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. When we got to a little wooden cabin nestled in the woods and shaded by a huge oak tree with golden leaves, she turned to me and smiled.
“Look, I can tell you’re nervous, but there’s really nothing to this. I’m going to give you step-by-step instructions. The first thing you need to do is pick three roses.”
“Roses? What roses?” I asked, frowning.
“From my pleasure bush. Here.” She led me around to the side of the cabin and I saw a huge green bush so tall its top fronds were brushing the roof of the cabin. Despite the fact that it was Autumn, the whole bush was in bloom with dozens and dozens of roses in all stages from tightly curled buds to full-blown blooms.
The interesting thing to me was how many different colors of roses the bush grew—and most of them weren’t colors you could find in your local florist’s shop. In addition to traditional colors like pink, white, and red, I saw navy blue, black, purple, orange, and green roses. There were also silver, gold, and bronze ones—their shiny metallic hues winking in the last light of the dying sun through the leaves.
“Does it matter what color I choose?” I asked Goldie.