Miss Wormwood has an orgasm, you're ready to go again.

You lead Miss Wormwood by the hand through the soft green sloping lawns of the Garden of Delights. Long-stemmed flowers nod, their curling petals glistening with fragrant nectar, like wet pouting lips. Golden bees hover, droning from flower to flower.

"Intriguing botanicals," Miss Wormwood hisses. "Quite a wonderland of enchantments twined deeply with nature."

As Miss Wormwood pauses, her grip halts you in place. You're used to being the stronger person in any contest, but now, between Dorothy the Porter and Miss Wormwood, you've more than met your match.

"Ah," she says. "You were meaning to lead me somewhere?"

"Over there," you say, pointing. A stretch of soft green grass extends under a spreading tree next to a pool.

Miss Wormwood steps closer, bends, and scoops you up like you were one of her patients again. Her thin arms cradle you against her chest, where the softness of a pair of small breasts relieves the taut hardness of her limbs and torso. Without any sign of strain, she carries you across the garden and holds you up against the trunk of the tree by your arms, letting your feet fall as you face each other, holding each other's gaze. She bends her head toward your chest, and the snakes of her head start tugging at the closure of your robe. Two of them dart inside the neck of your bodice, slide along your breasts and flicker their tongues upon your nipples.

"Ah!" you cry out as the snakes bite.

Miss Wormwood raises her head, and the snakes withdraw. You lean back against the tree, feeling fire course through your veins. Miss Wormwood divests you of your House robes as you stand unsteadily against the tree, then doffs her own robe.

Miss Wormwood in the sunny Garden makes a peculiar sight to your eyes. Her long thin limbs and narrow trunk have the cast of marble, a blue-veined pale grey under the dappled sun. The green scales of her snakes glitter in the sunlight. Your heart beats faster, stronger, and the blood sings in your ears. Roused by Miss Wormwood's venom, your nipples swell with arousal. Your sex begs with a sweet ache to be touched, weeping fluid between your thighs. A bitter, tingling sensation lingers at the back of your tongue, the taste of her venom running through your blood.

Miss Wormwood holds you by your shoulders, watching your face, watching your eyes. Your eyelids flutter and your knees waver. Miss Wormwood leans forward, pressing her cool lips to yours, then bends her knees, reaching down to part your legs and lift you up. The pale hairless lips of Miss Wormwood's sex kiss up against your swollen ones.

"Ah, yes, Golondrina," Miss Wormwood says. "Your sex weeps for me. Give yourself fully."

Miss Wormwood leans hard into you, grinding herself into you. You wrap your legs tightly around her hips. Your pulse thumps hard in your veins. You embrace her tightly with your trembling arms, holding her taut marble flesh tightly. Your feverish skin slakes itself in her coolness. The snakes growing from her head bend forward and lace themselves through your hair. Little stinging bites pierce your scalp and your ears. Your tongue touches her lips. She meets your tongue with hers, and then it's a battle.

With your blood roaring in your ears, your heat against Miss Wormwood's coolness, you hold her tight to yourself, your tongues tangling as she thrusts her hips again and again between yours. You feel waves of hot pleasure wash through your body. You tremble on the edge of climax. But it's Miss Wormwood who finds her peak first, grinding her pelvis hard and fast into yours, her voice coming out in a long, low moan. Your ribs pop as she presses hard into you with the release of her climax. Somewhere in all this, you reach yours, your heels digging hard into Miss Wormwood's taut buttocks, your hips tilting as your sex scrubs against hers.

The two of you fall to the soft grass under the tree. You glow with heat, throb with the hammering beat of your envenomed blood, and hunger to claim greater pleasures from her.

"More," you rasp out. "More."

Using the House Leontes Sex Move, CHARM, take a FAVOR from Miss Wormwood.
Take +1 XP as Miss Wormwood climaxes. You now have 4 XP.
You're ready to go again. HAVE SEX.