Cassia Feels Strange

Cassia looked down at herself. Her tunic was ruined. Her hands were covered with the stuff, and she could feel it drying on her cheeks, her neck, the exposed skin of her forearms.

"Antonia," she said slowly, accusatorily.

Antonia's face had gone pale beneath her warm complexion. "I- shit Cass- that was- I didn't mean to- " She scrambled forward, grabbing a cloth from her desk and starting to dab at Cassia's tunic, but the potion had already soaked through. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I am sorry. I am so, so sorry."

"How much of that got on me?" Cassia asked, her voice remarkably calm given the circumstances.

"All of it," Antonia admitted, her green eyes wide with genuine horror. "The whole vial. That was... that was a lot. Like, a lot a lot."

Cassia opened her mouth to respond, but the words died in her throat.

She could feel it already.

A warmth spreading across her skin, starting where the potion had touched her and radiating outward like ripples in a pond. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite, actually, but it was intense, a flush of heat that seemed to reach all the way down to her bones.

And between her legs, her cock was stirring.

Not slowly, the way it usually did when she was getting aroused. This was fast, a rush of blood that made her head spin and her knees go weak. She could feel her length swelling, thickening, pressing against the inside of her tunic with an urgency that bordered on painful.

"Oh," she said, her voice coming out breathier than she intended.

Antonia was still dabbing uselessly at her tunic, but her movements had slowed, her eyes fixed on the growing bulge in Cassia's tunic. "The effects should only last about an hour," she said quickly. "Maybe a little more, given how much got on you, but definitely no more than two. You just need to... wait it out."

"Wait it out." Cassia's laugh was slightly hysterical. She could feel her pussy responding too, growing slick and open, her inner lips swelling and parting in that familiar way that meant her body was preparing itself. Her cock was fully hard now, straining against the fabric of her tunic, and she could see a small wet spot spreading where the head was pressing against the fabric. "Antonia, I'm standing in your room, covered in a lust potion that you just described as 'three times as potent as futa cum,' and you want me to wait it out?"

Antonia had the decency to wince. "I realize that was an optimistic suggestion."

Cassia pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building between her legs. It didn't help. If anything, the friction made it worse, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine that made her gasp.

Antonia's expression shifted, the panic fading from her green eyes, replaced by something else entirely.

"Well, I guess it’s time for this Laeta to start paying off her debts," Antonia sighed.

She reached up and pulled the tie from her hair, letting her dark curls tumble down around her shoulders. Then, with deliberate, unhurried movements, she reached for the hem of her tunic and pulled it over her head.

Cassia's breath caught.

Antonia's body was beautiful, she had seen it before, had touched it, had been inside it even, but somehow, in the current lighting, with the scent of the spilled potion still heavy in the air, it looked different. Antonia’s dancer's build that Cassia had always admired, the curvaceous lines of her hips, the athletic tone of her thighs, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath.

And between her legs, her own cock, already half-hard, jutting out from that thatch of dark curly hair.

"Antonia," Cassia said, her voice strained. "What are you doing?"