Now what?!

"I don't care, just let me-," she paused as she tried to play with her breasts, only to be prevented by the magical **** repelling her hands. "Seriously?!" She was still having trouble controlling her breath enough to talk as her body convulsed slightly, magically held on the cusp of orgasm.

"Yeah, it's not ... working. I don't ..." James was in a confused, post-orgasmic haze himself.

Nadia would have strangled James by this point if she had the faculties to do so. "James.." The involuntary moan sounded like she was begging, but he knew she was angry.

He took this as a cue to sit up. He wanted to help her but he knew that she wouldn't cum, and worse, anything he did to satisfy her would just prolong her suffering. He had to figure out what he was missing before she'd be free. He looked down at the writhing beauty and contemplated how he could help her best. He could put her to sleep through the worst of it, but in eight hours, she'd wake up better but still measurably frustrated and horny as hell. He did some mental math and figured that she was about six hours from sanity and twelve from being able to function socially.

Leaving her on the bed for a second, he went to the vial she'd drank from and looked at it. To the eye, it looked like one of his usual potions. He sniffed it. As he worried, something was off. He moved around the struggling girl, currently trying to do anything she can to get her hand between her legs, and moved over to his suitcase to pull out his enchanting equipment. He found his golden eyepiece and held it between his eye and the empty vial, inspecting the few drips that were left.

The problem was immediately obvious - he'd forgotten to enchant the phrase to release her when he put in the psychotria elata petals. The only remedy was to find more of them and enchant them properly so she could drink the essence. He bit his nails and watched Nadia struggle for a second.

"Nads, I think I'm going to find some ingredients for you."

"MM-nooo. I ... need ... so ... close ..."

"I think I'm going to put you to sleep so you can get through the worst of this."

That got her attention. She was looking at James, unhappy. "No ... so ... close." She squirmed.

He stood over her and started chanting the sleep spell.

"JAMES!" Nadia was fuelled by the fear of being robbed of the climax she was so close to. "Don't you dare! I'm so fucking close. Just get me off you son of a-"

James watched her voice trail off as her tense body relaxed into a peaceful looking sleep. He knew how much trouble he would be in when she woke.

He reached for his laptop to do some research. Going all the way home to collect the ingredients was out of the question. He figured that there must be some kind of magical outlet in this old city.

He looked at her lay there asleep, her hips twitching slightly, and bit his lip, tempted. He shook his head. "No ... focus."

zzz.

Nadia woke late after a long night of kinky dreams feeling good. Very good. She stretched in the bed and bit her lip as she slid in the silky bedding. She squeezed her thighs together and rolled her hips gently.

She didn't often wake with such a feeling between her legs. She wanted to wrap them around James and squeeze against him but she rolled over to find him absent. Disappointed, but not without a backup plan, she sleepily moved her hand under the bedsheet and traced a line of anticipation with her fingernails from her hip, down the front of her thigh and back up again to her pussy.

At least, she got as far as her inner thigh. She felt the resistance of the curse stop her hand before it could make the contact her body was craving. Her eyes shot open as the events of last night, along with an explanation as to her arousal came back to her.

"JAMES!"

She cursed herself for adding to her own arousal when she traced across her body with her fingertip. Giving up on her hand, she threw the sheets off, knelt on the bed and slipped a pillow between her legs, trying fruitlessly to grind on it for some satisfaction from the arousal still present from the night before. Nothing.

In desperation, she tried grinding against the corner of the bed, and the bedpost, but regardless she couldn't persuade her body to get close enough. She couldn't even squeeze her own breast.

Reluctantly she stopped. She sat on the edge of the bed and did some breathing exercises to calm down.

James looked at his phone as it buzzed. "Fuck," James cleared his throat and apologised to the shopkeeper, "Excuse me for a second."

He stepped outside the shop and accepted the call.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Hi Na-- honey."

"James, tell me you found a fix for this before I send a fireball big enough to flatten whatever building you're in."

"Well, firstly, -- wait you haven't noticed..?"

He heard a scuffle over the phone as she checked her neck.

"WHY IS THIS ON MY NECK?"

"So," James spoke sheepishly, " ... I was worried that you might try to magic your way out of it and end up in a stickier mess, so I thought it was best if I left it on you for now."

He listened as she breathed angrily as she paused, presumably to think about the frenzy she was in last night. "Okay?"

"I'm still going to kill you. When are you going to come back and fuck me?" she asked, her arousal tempering her anger. "And fix this, obviously."

"Well, I had to go quite far out of town for now, and I'm still having trouble finding what I need. I'm going to be gone until at least tonight, and hopefully you'll be free by then."

"Hopefully?!" Her voice pleaded through the call.

"It will all be fine. See you tonight."