As we finally headed home, I could smell her pheromones changing. Her body was responding to mine. It was a clear signal that the effects from the tea had started to kick in.
Enticed by the idea, I began to hurry home. I’d officially lost interest in casually meandering about, now eager to have her alone in my hut. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for the changes to complete, but I wanted to be ready. I wasn’t about to waste a second, when the time came.
When we got to the hut, I grabbed the baskets of vegetables and berries. Then we went inside. She handed me the grapes that we had just picked. I started moving around the kitchen to get breakfast ready. I rinsed and chopped vegetables while she watched.
Every so often, I glanced at her to see how she was feeling. I didn’t mention that I’d noticed the changes, not wanting to make her nervous. I figured it was best to just let everything unfold and let her set the pace.
After a few minutes, it was obvious that her cheeks had taken on a rosy flush. She looked warm. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve been concerned that she’d gotten a nasty sunburn, but I knew this was another sign that the tea was kicking in.
I waited a little longer, continuing my work in the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her roll up her sleeves, trying to cool down. A few more minutes passed, and she unbuttoned the top of her collar.
“Can I get you a drink of water?” I offered, trying to be helpful. It was all part of the process, I knew. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t make it as easy as possible for her.
“Yes, please. That sounds good. I’m just so hot, all of a sudden. The fire isn’t even going anymore.” She looked around the room, as if she expected to find another source.
I handed her a glass of water. “You might not have a choice, Claire. I think it’s time to take off all your clothes.”
Chapter Eight
Claire
My breath quickened, making me feel a bit lightheaded and disoriented. Every inch of my skin felt delightfully sensitive, almost feverish. Was this the effect of the tea, or had I been out in the sun too long?
I’d overheated before, and it had been nothing like this. It had been a sickening sensation that had left me clammy and ill. This was pleasurable, even if I felt like I might never cool down. The churning in my gut wasn’t nausea, but arousal.
Athos handed me a glass of water, which I gulped down greedily. Even the cool liquid felt erotic on my tongue, setting off my tingling senses.
When he suggested that I should take off my clothes, I wanted to laugh. But then it settled into my brain, sounding darkly appealing. I had never been so turned on, not even when I was hot and bothered enough to consider drinking the tea in the first place.
I’d never thought it would work so fast, but I knew it had to be the aphrodisiac kicking into full force. Every time I looked at Athos, who had calmly resumed preparing breakfast, my pussy throbbed with desire. I tried to ignore it at first, but it refused to go away.
I could feel my panties grow damp. Sticky juices were starting to soak the material – the only part of the experience that was slightly uncomfortable. The fabric clung to me in an annoying fashion, hot and suffocating, so wet that it was a distraction from the more enjoyable things happening to my body.
Despite my recent injuries, I had never felt better. He was right when he’d said that the tea would help me recover and make me stronger than ever. I felt as if I could take on the world. But first, I had to do something about the burning lust between my legs.
I flushed, not used to thinking such dirty thoughts. Athos had no idea what was in my head, I knew. But it all just felt so forbidden and inappropriate. I’d never thought of myself as a lust-driven sex fiend.
Still, the effect of the tea on my body left me with no other choice. I couldn’t resist the call of my desires. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin was damp and sweaty.
I watched him as he continued to chop and peel vegetables. It was such a mundane, everyday task. But his muscles bunched and rippled with the movements. I watched with eager fascination, my whole body feeling as though it were humming with excitement.
The heat became unbearable – a prickly sensation that I had to alleviate. I slowly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, letting the cool air in. It felt so good that I took it off completely. Now, with most of my chest uncovered, the stifling sensation was at least somewhat relieved. My full breasts strained against the material of my bra. I noticed how the erect nipples jutted out into sharp peaks. I ran one hand across them in a lustful daze. It sent an electric jolt through my body that shocked me into awareness. I pulled my hand away, trying futilely to tell myself to calm down.
The wetness between my legs reached a maddening state, only made worse by my brief touch. I removed my pants, kicking them out of the way.
Without the constriction of my clothing, it was easier to breathe. My military uniform was thick and cumbersome. Taking it off always felt like a relief, and especially now, in my current state.
But I was still hot, and my skin glowed with a pink flush. My lungs drew each breath with sharp gasps, making my breasts heave.
I sidled up behind Athos, eyeing him. His strong back was turned to me, and his muscles were impossible to resist. I was fueled by my lust, barely conscious of my movements. For once, I wasn’t thinking or planning, I was just doing.
I ran my hands across his back, sliding them down to the part where his lower half began. The fur felt soft against my skin. For a moment, I wondered what it would feel like… for him to take me from behind. I imagined that soft horse coat all over my sensitive body, brushing against me. Then I pictured it across my breasts, and how good that would feel.
The muscles were just as strong and defined there as everywhere else. I reveled in the feeling of them, twitching beneath my palms. Shifting to his tail, I touched it gingerly. It was coarser than the rest of him. It felt odd in my hands, rough and scratchy, but not bad. It was a different sensation. I closed my eyes briefly and fantasized about feeling it stroking my legs, tickling me, as he thrust inside of me.
I couldn’t fight it anymore. I wanted him badly. I wanted that massive cock to fill me. I desired every part him. It had felt strange and wrong at first, but I wanted to know. I was ready to give myself to him.
He abandoned the vegetables, turning to face me. I took two steps closer, lifting myself on my tiptoes. I slid my hands over his ripped stomach.