The peppers should be fine, right?

You always liked spicy food, so the thought of a spicy food from another world is too good a chance to pass up. You take a large bite from it, deliberately taking off the bulbous tip.

It's spicy, but in a slow burn. It has a faint taste of something you can't place. It is surprisingly filling and you find that you have eaten the whole thing before long.

A gentle simmering warmth spreads throughout your body and you lounge in the plush chair.

You find yourself gently stroking your cock as the feeling of heat settles in your mouth and in your increasingly hardness.

You begin panting as you start feverishly masturbating, the burning need for climax now saturating your body.

You are frustrated when you CAN'T cum. You are almost in pain, your cock has never felt so hard and hot. You hand griping it roughly as you try to draw out your release to no avail.

"It's no good ya know." You freeze and turn you head.

Floating, near the ceiling, and semi-transparent, is a curious looking elfin girl. She looks like a stereotypical ghost, except your the spectral breedstick dangling between her lithe legs.

"I, uhm... what?" You start, stunned by the spirit.

"The old witch put a curse on the garden, anyone who took from it would feel only the most intense effects without relief for daaaaaays." She is giggling by the end, slowly tilting in air as she covers her mouth to laugh.

"The garden doesn't know the old bat has been gone for ages. Just keeps cursin folk, who then run off into the forest to find something to fuck them. Sometimes they die." She continues in a casual tone.