Midnight Magic, page 172
I breathe in her scent deeply. She wiggles her bum slightly until my hard cock is nestled between her arse cheeks. Her back against my chest, she takes my arms and wraps them around herself.
Glancing about, I realize that the waitresses and Harlow are all busy behind the bar and not paying attention to us at all. But still, I can’t let myself act upon my desire. We’re not alone.
Dominick rolls his eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so horny, Ember.
Hmm, she agrees as she wiggles her arse again.
I snuggle against her neck, kissing her exposed skin as she begins to grind on my cock. A groan escapes me. “Ember, we shouldn’t.”
“Please,” she moans.
She takes my hand and guides it under her blanket until I’m cupping her tit. What the fuck is she doing?
I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, Holden murmurs through the bond.
N-not normally, Ember replies, still moving back and forth on my lap.
I glance back to the bar again, but she wraps a hand around my neck, drawing my attention back to her so she can kiss me. Her tongue licks across my lips and I can feel myself giving in.
“We should have gone home,” I complain. This is insane. Why the fuck are we all sitting here naked, except for blankets, and surrounded by people, when we could be naked at home, in bed, fucking?
It feels so wrong to be doing this when there are other people in the room. Even if they are all the way across the room. I pull her taut nipple and smirk when she lets out a heady, little whimper.
Her skin warms under my touch until it almost burns. Squeezing and pinching her breast, I feel my cock get even harder against her crack. If we keep this up, I might even come without fucking her and that would be a waste.
Ember rocks her hips back and forth quicker now. “I need you inside me.”
“Not here,” I tell her as sternly as I can.
Foolishly, I move my hand down her body until it finds her wet, slick cunt. I slip my fingers through her juices and her other mates’ come. Finding her clit, I rub it gently with my thumb before stopping as I notice Harlow return with another round of drinks.
I move to take my hand away, but she catches it between her thighs, refusing to let me have it back.
I nip her earlobe, murmuring, “Naughty girl. I think Dominick was right. You need a good spanking.”
Accepting the next drink, I completely miss whatever Harlow tells us about this one as I take a large gulp. This is insane. I’m on the verge of coming and we’ve barely even started.
Without even thinking about it, I rub her sensitive clit. The guys are talking about how tasty the cocktail is, but all I can think about is what I want to do with Ember.
“I want Celio to fuck me right here in front of everyone,” Ember says aloud before covering her mouth in horror.
The others laugh. “Looks like this one works,” Harlow says with a smirk.
I give Dominick a questioning look. I really should have paid attention to what this drink was supposed to do.
It makes you admit your sexual urges and fantasies, he explains through the bond and I nod my head in acknowledgement.
The others are speaking now, admitting their own fantasies, but all I can think about is Ember’s dripping cunt. It’s not like I don’t know what their fantasies are. We literally share our thoughts. There’s no escaping them.
“I want to fuck Ember when we’re in fox form,” I say aloud with a groan. It’s not something I’ve said aloud before. It’s not exactly the kinkiest idea in the world. We are kitsune, after all.
“Oh, that would be nice. I’ve never done that before,” Ember admits sheepishly.
I push my finger inside her, then another, ignoring the fact that we’re not alone. She leans back further against my chest and rolls her head so that she can kiss my neck.
Harlow walks away, going to prepare another round of drinks. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
“How many more drinks do we need to try?” I ask irritably.
“Too many,” is Ember’s reply.
Chuckling, Dominick shrugs. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”
“I think we need a break.” I lift Ember off my lap and get to my feet.
“But—” Ember begins.
“Follow me,” I say, taking her hand.
I lead her through the brewery to Dominick’s office. Her eyes light up eagerly as I remove our blankets and sit on Dominick’s chair. Staring at my naked mate, I pull her back onto my lap so she’s straddling me. My hands run up and down her body, wanting to touch her everywhere.
“You wanted me to fuck you in there? With everyone watching?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks flame red, but I’m not sure if it’s from embarrassment or desire.
She takes my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply. My cock brushes her cunt, sliding against her wet slit.
“Fuck me, please, Celio.”
Ember reaches between us, taking my dick in hand. She lines it up and drops down onto it. Her hands move to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. My hands on her bum, gripping it tightly, I begin to move her up and down on my cock.
My cock throbs as I pound up into her. She moves with me, bouncing on my cock.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask between pants.
“Yes.”
“You wanted Harlow and all those waitresses to see this?”
Moaning, she nods her head. “Yes.”
“You want them all to think you’re a dirty, little slut?” I’ve never called her a slut before. Holden is usually the one that enjoys dirty talk, not me.
“Yes!” She’s practically vibrating on my lap.
I drive my hips up to meet her, fucking her roughly. There’s nothing gentle in our fucking. It’s desperate and needy, both of us seeking our own relief.
The next round of drinks have arrived, Klaus tells us through the bond.
Fuck that, I reply. I don’t need another drink. I need to fucking come.
Her thoughts are a demanding, constant sound in my mind. She wants my dick. She wants to come. She wants—
“C-Celio,” she moans loudly, her cunt spamming around my dick, her orgasm overtaking her. Her entire body goes rigid, and she bites down on my shoulder before she goes limp, her grip on me slackening as she falls forward against my chest and my dick erupts, shooting my cum deep inside her.
Catching my breath, I grin down at her. “Is that what you wanted, Ember?”
“Uh huh,” she whispers, closing her eyes, resting her forehead on my shoulder.
“Don’t go to sleep, love. We’ve got some more drinks to test.”
She groans, not wanting to move. “Harlow needs a girlfriend. He has far too much time on his hands if he can come up with over thirty new drinks in a matter of weeks.”
SURPRISING CHANGES
Ember’s POV:
When we return to the bar, Dominick insists on transforming our blankets into clothes, telling me that I won’t be fucked again until we go home tonight. I pout at him, not wanting to admit that I don’t think I have another fuck in me, anyway.
Of course, he reads my mind and chuckles gently, pulling me closer. “Are you tired, love?”
Nodding my head, I sit next to him, leaning into his side. I close my eyes and feel my body get heavier with tiredness.
“I think the Horn Dog cocktail is finally wearing off,” I whisper.
He doesn’t reply, just tightens his grip around me, pulling me closer as he listens to Harlow tell us about the next drink.
“This one is a little bit more dramatic than the others.”
That doesn’t seem likely. What could be more dramatic than being transformed into a fucking unicorn? The drink is a swirling blue, green color and sort of reminds me of the ocean. I’m tempted to refuse it. As tasty as it looks, I’ve had far too much to drink and I’m exhausted.
You don’t have to drink it, Dominick murmurs in my thoughts, but I shake my head. I don’t want to disappoint Harlow when he’s gone to so much trouble.
Slurping my drink, I’m in love with it from the first taste. It tastes slightly salty with undercurrents of cucumber and citrus.
“It will taste differently to each of you,” Harlow says, but his words go almost unheard as I feel a strange sensation in my crotch. But not just there, my breasts too. I swear they’re shrinking and my—Holy shit.
Within seconds, I’m pretty sure my body has undergone a complete transformation. I’m no longer a girl. My vagina is definitely gone and I’m pretty sure I have a penis!
“What the fuck?” My voice is deeper and I begin to panic.
My eyes dart to Dominick’s face, but he no longer looks like himself. All sexy and dark and—His eyes are the same, but they’re no longer framed in his handsome face. His nose is smaller, slightly longer and his lips are plumper. And he has the most insanely long pair of eyelashes I’ve ever seen. He has a massive pair of tits tight against his shirt, the buttons close to popping open.
I glance towards the others and can’t help but think that my guys make fantastic women. Dominick, Holden and Klaus all have beautiful, dark hair. It falls sleekly down their backs.
“I have tits?” Holden asks, reaching up to grope himself. “I swear I’ve had this dream before.”
Celio laughs, looking utterly feminine with lush, red lips and long blonde hair.
“I don’t think I like this,” I mutter. “I have a bloody dick.”
“Should we get the measuring stick out, Klaus?” Holden says with a smirk. “What are the chances that Ember’s dick is bigger than ours?”
“Since I don’t have a dick right now, I think it’s safe to say she wins.”
“How long will this last?” I ask Harlow. “Ten minutes?”
I really don’t want to be a man for longer than that. What if I need to go to the toilet or something?
“Thirty minutes.” Harlow is laughing. “This is one of my favorites. It always takes people by surprise.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Celio mutters sarcastically.
“Have you seen how big my tits are?” Holden asks, still fondling himself.
“Should we continue?” Harlow asks.
“Yes,” Dominick agrees, wanting to get the rest of the tasting over and done with. He wants to go home—preferably with his penis intact.
We try two more drinks and it’s highly entertaining how much my mates’ tolerance for alcohol has dropped. They’re not just tipsy anymore. Klaus has dropped his head to the table, muttering under his breath that his head is swaying. Holden keeps trying to peek down his own top. And Dominick is now the one leaning on me.
“E-emberrr, I-i think I’ve had too much to drink,” he slurs.
“Should we ask Harlow for a sobering potion?”
“W-won’t work a second time,” he hiccups.
“How much longer until this wears off?” Celio asks bitterly.
“Not long,” I promise him as he drops his head to my lap, lying down on the bench next to me. I run my hand through his hair.
“Why are they suddenly so drunk?” I ask Harlow.
“They’re body weight dropped too quickly.” He frowns momentarily. “That might be something we should fix.”
“Ember, have you seen my boobies?” Holden asks.
“Yes, love. They’re beautiful,” I say softly.
“I don’t think you have seen them. I haven’t even seen them. Look.” Holden lifts his shirt, flashing everyone.
Shaking my head, I try not to laugh.
“They’re bigger than yours,” he says smugly.
“Really?”
“Yup. But I think I prefer yours. They’re the best boobs I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “Where have they gone? I want my favorite boobies back.”
“They’ll be back soon.”
Harlow glances at his watch, frowning slightly. “It should have worn off by now.”
“Has it been thirty minutes?” I ask.
“Perhaps I got the time limit slightly wrong. Maybe another ten minutes?”
Nodding my head, I try not to think about what would happen if we don’t change back. Garrick will murder me if I’m still male tomorrow. There’s no way I can skate with a penis between my legs. I’d have to learn how to skate from scratch.
“Or maybe a reversal spell?” I try to keep my panic out of my voice.
“I can do it,” Dominick offers.
I shake my head. If there’s one thing I know about witches, it’s that they should never cast spells under the influence of alcohol.
“It’s alright, love. One of the waitresses will do it. You just close your eyes and rest.”
“O-okay Ember,” he says with a sigh. “Do you know that I love you?”
“Of course, I know that doofus.”
“That’s good,” he mumbles into my side.
“I’m just going to go and get one of the production team members,” Harlow says. “They’ll be more equipped to deal with this.”
VIRGINITY
Klaus’s POV:
“Ember, what’s going on? Why do I have boobs?” My voice is groggy and higher pitched than normal.
“One of the cocktails—” she begins.
“My head hurts,” I tell her, cutting her off. “Can we go home?”
“Soon, love.”
“Why are you a man?” Am I seeing things? Why the hell does my mate have a beard? I’m definitely drunk. Either that, or losing my mind.
“Same reason you have boobs.”
“Ah… That makes sense,” I grumble. “I’m sleepy.”
“I know, sweetie. We’re going home soon. We just need to get changed back first.”
“Holden, what the fuck are you doing?” My brother is naked from the waist up and waving his shirt over his head.
“Showing everyone my boobies.” He looks completely undisturbed by the fact we’re now women. My brother is in his element. “I don’t just have boobies, Klaus. I have a pussy too.”
His hands move to his trousers and I have to drag him back to his seat to stop him from exposing his nether region to the entire bar.
“Is this a dream?” Holden asks. “It feels like a dream. I have boobies!”
Ember groans.
“See what I have to put up with?” Dominick complains.
“At least my tits are better than yours, Dom.”
“Sure. If you say so, Holden. But Ember prefers mine. Don’t you, love?” Ember looks like she doesn’t want to be drawn into a boob comparison, but Dominick is already unbuttoning his shirt. “Let me show you.”
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Holden’s POV:
“Show us your tits!” I clap my hands eagerly as Ember tries to stop Dominick. It’s not like my brother to do anything even remotely interesting. He’s usually so fucking straight lace. “Show us! Show us!”
“Dominick, put them away,” Ember says sternly.
Dominick shrugs her off though and removes his shirt, exposing his massive rack.
“Wow. They’re huge.” I let out a low whistle.
Ember forces Dominick back into his shirt, buttoning it up as much as she can, but his obscenely large chest refuses to be enclosed in his shirt and so she has to leave the last three or so buttons undone.
“Put your shirt on, Holden,” she demands.
“But Ember—”
“Now.” Her tone leaves no room for argument, so I pout slightly as I do what she says.
“Don’t you like my boobies? Are you jealous because Dominick’s are better than yours?”
“I thought you said my boobs were best?” Ember is unable to hold back a giggle.
“That was before I saw Dom’s…” I tease her.
Harlow and some witch I don’t recognize cast several spells, mumbling Latin under their breaths, but nothing they try seems to work. I still have boobs.
“I can’t stay like this.” Ember’s eyes are wide with panic. “I have a competition in two days’ time. I need to skate. I—”
“We’ll fix this,” Harlow says, running a hand through his hair. “I promise we’ll work through the night to fix this.”
“Are we going home like this?” I ask eagerly. I’d like some time alone with my new boobies and pussy. If I’m lucky, I might actually experience a female orgasm. I glance at Ember, momentarily distracted by the idea of her fucking my pussy. I wonder how that would feel.
“How am I going to explain this to Avery?” Ember gently moves Celio’s head off her lap so she can stand.
“I’m so sorry, Ember,” Harlow says. “This didn’t happen in any of our other test runs. I guess I need to go back and work out what we did differently this time. We obviously messed up this batch. If I work out what we did wrong, I’ll be able to fix it.”
Ember nods her head, still frowning. I don’t like it when Ember frowns. She’s supposed to always be smiling.
“Don’t be sad, Ember. I can show you my boobies again. That always makes me feel better.”
“Why have you reverted back to being a teenage boy?” Ember asks, smiling slightly. “I swear if you say boobies one more—”
“Boobies.”
Ember turns to Harlow. “Will you help me get them home?”
“Of course.” Harlow moves towards me and Klaus. He offers me his arm and I lean against him, struggling to stand. I’m really drunk. I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite this drunk before. He then helps Klaus to his feet and we begin to stumble towards the door. Ember supports Dominick and Celio, following just behind us.
“Did you see my boobies, Harlow?” I ask. “I bet you wish you had a pair of knockers like mine.”
Harlow barks with laughter as we step out into the car park. The cool air hits me and I feel a wave of nausea overwhelm me. “I don’t feel so well.”
“Let’s just get you home,” Harlow says, leaning slightly away from me, obviously concerned I’ll chuck up all over him.
Ember lets us into the house, and then we struggle to climb the stairs.
“I can put myself to bed,” I say moodily.
