Potion time.

Cindi smiles wide. "Feel anything?"

Idria stretches her back. There's a strange sensation through her body. As she swirls around inside her mouth, she doesn't taste anything at all. It was like drinking water. Though, she does feel a slight warmth between her legs. It's subtle, but given that, she expects some kind of orgasm to hit. Nothing else occurs. "Not really? But my answer isn't making you frown, so I have a feeling you knew nothing would happen yet. What was that? The anticipation is killing me, Cindi!"

"Have some dinner and I'll tell you. Go on and sit on the sofa."

She does as she's instructed. After sitting down, a plate is brought over to her. It has some pork and salad, and then a bowl of noodles is placed on the coffee table in front of her. She gives it a sniff, and then she shivers. "Oh. I might feel something? I can't tell."

"Just eat. You've been out all day and you're probably starving."

"True that." She lifts a fork and knife and cuts into the juicy cut of meat. It's seasoned and tender--made with love as always. She brings her fork towards her lips, and as she places the food onto her tongue, her eyes slowly widen as her body tenses up. She pops the meet off the end and lets out a, "Mmm!" as she chews. Heavy breaths escape her nose.

"Like it~?" Cindi asks.

What's happening to me? Idria presses her legs tightly together as she continues to chew. Pleasure shoots through her body as she struggles to moan with a mouth filled with food. Then she swallows. "Oh, yes! Yes I do! Wh-What's going on?"

"Can you tell me what it feels like first?"

"Oh... It's like something is brushing my clit," she whispers--panting heavy already. "Ooh~."

"That's right. This is a potion of sense sharing, but a specific kind. To put it simply, your sense of taste actually stimulates your clitoris. Go ahead take another bite."

Idria's heart races. She cuts off another piece and brings it to her lips. As the meat nears her tongue, she trembles. Her body aches for more. Even this close, the taste begins to waft over her tongue. It's just like a mouth covering over her pussy. Then as she bites down, the flavour hits her pleasure points yet again. She falls back against the couch, nearly dropping her plate on the ground. "Mmm! Oh, oh gods~!"

"You really like my cooking I guess, don't you?" Cindi whispers as she scoots in closer.

After finishing her mouthful, she opens her lips and lets out a whimpering moan. "It's... It's too much," she barely mutters. Not only is it like someone rubbing her clit directly, but such an unorthodox situation is so thrilling. She can't help but be even more turned on, especially with her lover teasing her from nearby.

With a devious expression, Cindi lifts the bowl from the table and slides in a fork. She twists it, enveloping the metal in noodles, and then she holds them up near the other girl's mouth. "Come on, Ria. I made it extra spicy."

Idria's eyes widen. "Wh-What will that do to me?"

"There's only one way to find out."

She hasn't even taken a bite of the spicy noodles yet she's already sweating. The fork touches her lips. On a good day, she's not a huge fan of spice. That's more of Cindi's thing. But in a situation like this, she fears what will happen to her body. She's hesitant to even open her mouth and let the devil feed her.

"Come on. Open up," Cindi says.

"F-Fine." She does as she's instructed. The noodles are quickly plopped straight into her mouth.

There's a moment of silence. Then it happens. Idria's face turns beat red. The spiciness isn't completely overwhelming, but with the intense flavour burning down her tongue, she immediately places a hand between her legs and gropes herself tight.

"Don't spit it out!" Cindi demands.

Idria nods but hands the plate of pork away. Now both hands dart between her legs, and she buckles forwards with her lips pursed shut. The flavour continues to cause her mind to spin. It's like a vibrator is being pressed on high directly against her sensitive button. "Mmm, mmm, mmm~!" Finally she swallows, and then she immediately lets out a, "Aaah~!"

"Too yummy?" Cindi teases.

"Oooh~!" Idria fans her tongue in desperation. "It feels so good! Oh Cindi, what did you do to me?!"

She presses her warm forehead against the angel's neck and holds her tight. "Well, I knew you enjoyed my cooking, so I thought I'd let you enjoy it in a new way. Come on. I'll eat the noodles, but you need to finish your plate, Ria."

Idria nods. "Y-Yes. Of course."

As she continues to eat, she's stimulated more. It's a surreal experience. Never did she imagine she'd be so turned on by dinner. When finally done, she places down her plate and lets out a trembling gasp. Slowly, she pulls herself up from the sofa, though her knees nearly buckle. She's grabbed by her lover before she can fall. Though when she turns around, she sees a noticeable wet spot left where she was sitting. She floods with embarrassment. "You owe me for this..."

"Oh?" Cindi gives her a kiss on the cheek. "That's fair."

It's taking time for her to calm down. Her face is still beat red. "I want you to wear something I made for you."

She gasps. "Of course I'll wear something if you made it, Ria!"

"Good. Because I can't take it anymore. My body is screaming."