Lustful Confessions

John’s ears were ringing as he felt whatever magic the circle had shot out flow through him. His heart began to race, and oddly, he felt his pants tighten as his penis began to grow erect. Vaguely, he was aware that Senka had been knocked down too and was slowly regaining her senses.

As John blinked his eyes, a pop-up overtook his vision.

Status Effect - Succubus Binding
Libido increased by 75%. This effect is doubled when interacting with casting participants.
This effect will persist until all are sexually satisfied.

‘That can’t be good,’ he blearily thought as his mind slowly caught up to what was happening. Higher brain function began to rev up and a sense of panic shot through him as he fully processed that everyone had been knocked down, and that included his fully human mother who had been at ground zero.

Struggling to get upright, his head pounding, and pants tight, John clumsily grabbed one of the tables to steady himself. He quickly turned to look where he last remembered Brenda standing and found her laid out on the floor. Her sweater had ridden up slightly from the fall, revealing her slightly toned midriff.

John’s heart rate spiked as he became enamored by the sight, a desire to run his fingers over that tempting flesh forcing its way to the front of his mind.

‘John?’ Senka’s thoughts cut through his growing lust and John fought to clear his head of lurid thoughts.

‘Keep me distracted,’ he thought back. ‘We’re under some kind of weird backlash. Libido’s all amped up.’

John felt Senka’s presence press against him in a phantom embrace, the echo of their prior encounters keeping his lewd thoughts on her instead of anyone else. Still, as he approached his mother, he couldn’t help but admire her curvy form wrapped in a pair of tight jeans and an equally tight sweater for a shameful moment.

Still, the distraction and pure worry allowed him to muscle through them and John knelt next to Brenda. He hesitated to touch her, afraid he would lose control. Thankfully, she was already coming around and she opened her eyes. Her blue met his brown and John felt a sudden and strong urge to lean down.

He was able to hold back, but Brenda lacked his understanding of the situation and a greatly boosted Wisdom to counteract her base instincts. So her eyes narrowed into a smoldering gaze as she shot up to capture John’s lips with hers.

John tried to resist, but temptation unfettered by his increased Libido drove him to reciprocate. Senka’s attempt to reach him was tainted by a spike of her own lustful thoughts fanning his own desire before their contact lessened. Brenda’s lips were warm and plush and they pressed into his with what felt like a long-held want.

A whimper cut through John’s attention as he and Brenda broke apart for air and he glanced to the side. Kiera had sat up and was watching them with glazed eyes, a hand down her pants and the other grabbing her breast. Their eyes locked briefly before Brenda claimed his attention. Still, John was able to see Kiera continue to pleasure herself to the incestuous show before her, even increasing her movements as Brenda began to run her hands over his body.

As Brenda pulled at his shirt, the sound of quick footsteps reached John’s ears and a blur of green barreled into him and Brenda, knocking them both over. Teri looked down at John with wild eyes and slammed her lips against his, her body grinding against his with incredible intensity.

Vaguely, John was aware of other amorous sounds beginning to fill the room, but those ended as a sudden chill, like being thrown into cold water, crashed against him.

Status Effects temporarily suppressed.

“Everyone, chill out!” Estelle’s voice suddenly rang out through the room as John felt his mind clear. He felt a similar sensation from Senka, and with an idle probe, he found she had Beth underneath her, their lips still pressed together.

John felt Teri freeze up atop him and after a moment, she threw herself off him, her face darkening with an embarrassed blush and ears standing at attention. Kiera let out a strangled sound and recoiled away from everyone, pulling up the hood of her hoodie to hide her crimson face.

With some fear, John turned his attention to Brenda. His heart broke at the horrified expression on her face, her fingers lightly touching her lips.

“I-” she tried to say before Estelle interjected.

“Don’t say anything yet!” she loudly declared, holding up a small round pin, pale white light shining out of it. “We’ve been hit by something messing up our heads. No one’s gone and done something too bad yet, so we can work through it.”

John **** himself to his feet and offered Brenda his hand. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes wet, before taking it. Despite the pop-up that indicated he was back in his own mind, his mother’s soft hand in his caused his heart to race again.

Shoving those feelings down once more, John looked over the room. Senka, Beth, Aeolia and Vivian were getting up as well, all of them looking slightly disheveled in a way that a fall alone wouldn’t produce, each with a look of mild embarrassment. In contrast, Teri had picked a spot on the floor and was staring at it intently and Kiera was still hiding in her hoodie, curled up to make herself look smaller.

Both hurt John’s heart just as much as Brenda’s horrified expression and his mind raced as he tried to think of how he could rectify the situation.

‘Maybe we should tackle that after Estelle tells us just what got fucked up?’ Senka thought, helping to anchor him.

John nodded and gave Brenda’s hand a reassuring squeeze before he brought his attention to the witch. Her face was slightly red, and she clutched the bauble in her hand tightly. Looking closer at it, John frowned.

‘It’s growing dimmer,’ he realized, thinking back to the pop-up that appeared right before Estelle told them to chill out.

“Guess you figured it out,” Estelle said grimly. “Once this runs out of juice, we’ll feel the full effect once more.”

“What is that, anyway?” Vivian was the first to ask, her curious mind grabbing at any distraction.

“A charm of mine and Nephele’s patron,” Estelle explained. “It’s one that protects our minds from unwanted mental effects. I’m stretching its power to help all of you, but that’s burning it out.”

The lingering threat of losing his mind to lust kept John from Observing the pin, ready to trust the witch. Still, there was one question on his mind that he couldn’t keep contained.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Estelle answered in an exasperated voice, her teeth clenched in frustration as she looked to where the various empty vials used in their experiment lay knocked over. She stepped to the table and righted them before stopping suddenly, picking up one of the vials. “Shit, now I do know. This wasn’t supposed to be used. How…”

Estelle paused as her eyes widened before she turned her gaze to John. “When you picked up the binding ether, did you put it down right where it was?”

“Um,” John uttered, his mind going back to that short moment. “I don’t think I did?”

“That explains it then,” the witch sighed. “I had them set up in a particular order and had Anita give them to me based on it.”

“You weren’t paying attention to what you were using?” Brenda asked incredulously, the shock of Estelle’s carelessness fully distracting her from the embarrassment of her prior actions.

Estelle had the temerity to look ashamed, looking away from the group. “Y-yeah. I figured everything was good. And, even if succubus tears were used instead of the binding ether, it shouldn’t have this effect. Sure, it sounds like it should, but the reason I considered using it is because the primary use of it is to entwine pleasure.”

John noticed Teri’s ears perked up at that and the goblin looked up from the floor and at the witch. “When you were thinking about using it, did you factor into the feelings of the people that would be involved in the spell, or that my magic has emotion amplification powers along with emotion sensing?”

“That would do it,” Estelle muttered in a small voice. “It could have dragged out emotions and desires.”

“I don’t think we can waste time blaming each other or figuring out just how this happened,” Aeolia’s sharp voice spoke up. “How do we get out of this?”

“I don’t know,” Estelle replied. “Or at least, I don’t think there’s anything we can do besides riding it out.”

“Wait, there’s nothing else we can do?” John asked.

“Not in the time we’ve got left,” Estelle tersely said, waving her pin. “Once this is gone, we’ll be overcome with lust, the five of us especially. Damn it, this isn’t how I wanted today to go. Maybe we shouldn’t have let Anita help.”

“Where is Anita?” Brenda suddenly asked, her head turning about to look for the gnoshroom.

“W-would she be affected by this?” Kiera spoke up, letting a bit of her face peek out from her hood.

“No, it shouldn’t,” Estelle answered. “She might be intelligent, but there’s too much difference between us and her for it to…”

There was a sudden pulse of mana and light and a young woman jumped up from behind one of the tables. She was short, only slightly taller than Beth and Teri in John’s quick estimation, and completely naked, baring her large breasts, thick thighs, and curvy waist to all of them. There was no shame in her countenance, utterly uncaring about her nudity as she looked over her body with eyes the color of rich earth, the same color as her short hair.

Observe quickly was cast and John was dumbfounded by the information revealed.

“Anita?” he said, more just to work out this turn of events than to inform everyone of what her sheet displayed.

The now humanoid gnoshroom focused her attention on John, a confused look on her face. She opened her mouth, moving her jaw, lips and tongue about as if to test their limit and tried to echo his word. It came out garbled, like a child just first gaining control over their speech. Though the look of frustration over her inability to speak properly showed the mental score her Observe reported wasn’t for show. She knew English, just lacked the capacity to speak it at the moment.

“Fuck me,” Estelle muttered in an exasperated tone. “Nephele’s going to have to hang up my hat after this.”

“We can worry about that later,” John cut in. “How much longer do we have before you burn out that protection?”

“A few minutes,” Estelle answered.

John grit his teeth, thinking. ‘Is there anything I can do? Hex probably can’t fully negate it and even a partial negation isn’t going to be much help.’

‘I don’t think there is any other way forward but the way the magic is intended to be dealt with,’ Senka cut in. ‘Not the best way to bring Teri and Kiera in but…’

‘But that means Mom’s going to be involved,’ John protested.

‘Oh, yes, a very attractive woman. How horrible for you,’ Senka shot back. ‘Please don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about her in that way, even before your powers came in. There’s no time for hesitation now, as sad as that is. Fate has **** our hands.’

John wanted to refute her, but the words died before he could string them together. He wasn’t blind; he knew his mother was an attractive woman and he could not refute that stories and scenarios with sons bedding their mothers weren’t a part of his lewd enjoyment. But that was fantasy, not the real world.

“John,” Brenda’s soft voice dragged him out of his thoughts, “your magic lets you see the real information about things, right?”

John felt his throat dry. What was she trying to convey? Unable to speak, John nodded and Brenda said, “Use it on me.”

John had questions. Why would what Observe had on her sheet have been more impactful than her words? Was she afraid that what she wanted revealed was something she couldn’t say? Or did she think he would take her words as affected by the magic and not as wholly truthful?

Whatever the case, John found himself doing what she requested.

“I don’t know what it says,” Brenda said, unable to meet John’s gaze when he looked up from the display. “But I have an idea. Something about my feelings, right? I know it’s wrong, from a normal perspective, but apparently, it’s not much of a big deal when magic is involved.”

John felt his heartbeat spike at Brenda’s clear admission of incestuous desire. The rest of the room seemed to be watching with bated breath as Brenda finally met John’s eyes.

"I'm a bit scared John," Brenda confessed, her eyes growing wet. "About right now, about all this magic stuff, about the life you're going to live. But I want to be there for you. And if that path includes crossing that line, then so be it. I love you, John. Both as your mother and as a woman."

Something snapped in John and he pulled Brenda into a hug. Any thought about trying to avoid this path left his mind. He couldn’t let her suffer, and if she wanted to stand by him, then he would let her. Dimly, John was aware that Senka had pulled Aeolia, Vivian and Beth into a huddle, likely trying to explain and smooth over everything.

‘I hope I can make it up to them,’ he thought, wishing there had been time to make everything right before things spiraled out of their control. He wouldn’t blame any of them if they decided Brenda was a bridge too far.

The sound of quick footsteps drew him from his thoughts and the embrace of his mother and he turned his head to see Kiera standing next to them, her face a bloom of scarlet and her lips quivering.

“I, um,” Kiera tried to speak, but words failed her. Instead, she pointed at Brenda’s still manifested Observe.

‘Guess this is all too much for her,’ John thought, but he couldn’t help but find her courage to still ask for him to use his invasive skill upon her admirable.

Kiera’s blush grew brighter as she caught sight of the display and John found his eyebrows raised at her increased sexual experience. The only person who could have slept with her was…

‘Not really the time for that line of thought,’ John thought, though given how things were going to go in a few minutes, he would likely get a repeat performance.

“Sorry everything has to be like this,” John said softly to Kiera before looking over at Teri, who had returned to looking down, her hands fidgeting. Then he looked back at his girls, conveying his intent to Senka for her to relay. When Aeolia nodded after a moment between them, he said, “This isn’t the way we wanted to broach this topic with you two, but no point crying over spilt milk.”

That got Teri to look up at him, her ears standing at attention. “What?”

John awkwardly scratched his cheek as he fully extracted himself from Brenda’s arms. She was quick to wrap Kiera up, which heightened John’s suspicion.

“We, um, guessed you and Kiera might have feelings for us,” John confessed. “And we were going to approach you about it soon, once we figured out the best way to do it. But, well, guess fate **** our hands. Um, and, I don’t want to **** anything and…”

Teri stepped over to John and grabbed his hands, cutting off his meandering explanation.

"I know we don't have a lot of time left before we start ripping off each other's clothes," she said, which caused Kiera to blush even harder before burying her face into Brenda's shoulder. "And there's a lot of stuff we need to talk about how to proceed after this, but we're doing what we wanted to do with you, just not quite how we imagined it."

John smiled and leaned down, slow enough to give her a clear read on his intent and time to stop him. When she didn't and even began to inch towards him, John fully closed the distance and kissed her. It was brief, too brief for either of their liking, but it would have to do for now.

"It's a promise, then."

The flashing of Estelle’s pin brought John’s attention to the witch, who only shrugged and offered him an apologetic smile.

“No heartfelt confession from me, sorry,” the witch said, a faint blush on her face. “Not that I don’t think you’re a great guy! If this happened a few weeks from now, maybe I would. But, well, um…”

John shot the flustered witch a reassuring smile. “I hope this doesn’t make a mess of our relationship.”

“Me too,” Estelle quickly attested before looking at the dimming pin. “We, um, should go somewhere a little more, um, appropriate for this. I don’t think Nephele would like us getting down in here. Plus the floor’s a bit hard.”

She looked over to the others. “There’s a room across the hall from mine you can use to ride out the effect.”

“I think we’ll take you up on that offer,” Senka smoothly remarked, the spirit clearly taking charge of the group. She sauntered over to Anita and put her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll get through just fine.”