The Old Woman's Liquor

"Boys" calls you an really old woman "would you like a sample of our honey liquor? You look old enough to take a sip"

She looks ancient, her face full with wrinkles and small moles. Her grey hair braided with pretty flowers, reaching her knees. She looks like some kind of priestess from one of your games, wise and pure.
Her stand is full of bottles of a gold liquid, shining under the light.
She serves you two small glasses that you two grab beaming at her, free booze is free booze.

It burns your insides in a pleaseant way making you dizzy. You smile when you feel a sudden electricity run down you spine to your crotch, a painful stab blooming into pleasure. You have to grab Mark, feeling your knees wobble.

"Oh darling" She says sweetly "Was it a bit too strong?"

Oh, hell yeah.

Your pussy feels on fire, suddenly empty, begging to be filled.

"Man, are you okay?" Asks Mark, his hands burning in your skin.

"Y-yeah" you gasps feeling the fire slowly going down, not enough to stop the burning of your crotch but enough to let you stand up.

"I'm sorry dear, it can be a little strong" she says with a soft smile but something in her eyes makes all your bells ring, something is wrong and you aren't sure what is it.

"Thank you for the sample ma'am" Mark says politely "But we have to go"

"Be careful boys!" She says waving as you walk away "I'll see you tonight!"

You two walk off, getting away, riding off as if you wanted to escape but deeply you know you can't.