On a 10+, Miss Wormwood climaxes again, +1 Forward, FAVOR to Sapienta

⚅⚁ + 3 = 11.

When you HAVE SEX with Miss Wormwood in the Garden of Delights, on a 10+, choose two and also apply your House Sex Move, CHARM, to gain a FAVOR:

• They have a great time and an orgasm, Gain +1 XP.
• Take +1 Forward.
• Transfer one FAVOR from Miss Wormwood to Sapienta for use when you try to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL.

You lie in the soft grass under a tree in the Garden, your pulse hammering, your body fever-hot, your body trembling with the aftershocks of the climax Miss Wormwood gave you by grinding her sex into yours as she held you pinned to the tree.

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

Miss Wormwood lets out a dry chuckle. The green serpents on her head ripple with amusement, flickering their tongues at you. She studies you, her eyes looking distinctly predatory.

"My wicked, wanton, witch," Miss Wormwood says. "Your blood calls for more? Then you shall have it."

Your nipples throb from the venomed bites of her snakes, and the blood sings in your ears. The bitter tingle of the venom circulating in your blood tickles the back of your tongue.

Miss Wormwood rolls to a kneeling position, slides her arms under you, and stands, lifting you easily in her cable-taut arms.

"Such heat," she says. "Well, then."

She carries you across the grass. Tree leaves and limbs and dappled sunlight dance in your gaze. Does her flesh feel warmer against you, or is it just your fever?

Suddenly the world spins round you. A loud collision of droplets and bubbles fills your senses, and cool fluid streams past your limbs. You breathe in a little water before you snap out of your daze and realize Miss Wormwood has thrown you into the nearest pool.

Kicking, you rise, breaking the surface coughing and spitting. Your muscles knot against the sudden cool shock. As you tread water, you leave some of the fever-heat in the pool, and your knotted muscles soften. You paddle toward the edge of the pool.

Miss Wormwood seizes your arm and lifts you up to sit you on the stone rim. She holds a dewy golden cup to your lips. "Drink," she says.

It's cold and sweet and rushes through your body like a wave of forgiveness and relief.

"Another," she says, holding up a second cup. She watches the restorative draft take effect. "There." She sighs with satisfaction. "You were too hot, too soon. Do we not have the luxury... of time? Come, let us walk."

Miss Wormwood stands, holding out an open hand to help you to your feet. Your long red hair drips onto your naked back and face. Your blood is cooler now, but you still feel your pulse beating, and the snakebites on your ears and scalp sting a bit. Your envenomed nipples still throb.

Leaving your robes under the tree, you wander among the green lawns and hedges and fragrant flower borders of the Garden of Delights.

Miss Wormwood insists that you bend your nose to breathe in this flower, then that flower, to taste of the grapes and strawberries that grow in arbors and borders amid the Garden.

"But I want to taste you," you beg her.

"In time," she says, leading you on.

You return by circuitous paths to the tree where you had started. Sapienta raises her head, having coiled upon your robes to await you. Miss Wormwood croons to your serpent familiar, her own serpents swaying rhythmically around her head until Sapienta lowers her head, easing down into a sleepy heap.

"Now, Miss Redmoor, lie down, and I shall give you to taste of me," Miss Wormwood says.

You recline nude upon the grass. Miss Wormwood lies down atop you, her thin limbs taut, her small breasts pressing against yours. Your nipples still ache from the earlier bites, but your flesh is just warm, not feverish, and your pulse is fast with excitement, no longer hammering.

"Now," Miss Wormwood says. She bends and presses her lips to your mouth, piercing your lips with her tongue. There's a slithering feel along your neck at each side, a scaly head nestling behind each ear.

Two bites. Four fangs. Venomed.

Your scalp flashes with heat, the muscles round your head tightening painfully, then easing with a wave of warmth that spreads down your body, first tensing every muscle, then releasing into a loose heaviness, making you into a being of sense rather than will. Moisture oozes from the folds of your sex. Wind sputters from between your buttocks as your bowels relax.

Miss Wormwood pushes herself up. You look into her face, every muscle and limb heavy, slow, and warm. There's a hot tension gripping your head, but it's not quite painful. She stares back, taking your measure, the green snakes wreathing her head watching you closely, flickering their tongues. She nods. The snakes all bow, or nod.

"Good," she says. "Very good. Keep breathing." She watches for a bit. "Can you speak?"

Your jaw, your lips, your tongue feel soft and heavy. You work them until you can reply, "Y-h-yyesss, Mmmssss Woh-woh-worrrmmwwhh."

A dry chuckle. "Good." She leans close again. "Give me your tongue."

Miss Wormwood's lips press to yours again. Her long, nimble tongue coaxes yours into a little wrestling match, tickling and pressing and probing until you respond, pressing back, finally pushing your way into her mouth. She's cool to the touch of your tongue, but wet and sweet inside. She rises again.

"Say my name," she says, her dark eyes searching yours.

"M-miss Wormwood," you say. Still, everything is warm and heavy. You don't know if you could rise or even turn over. But you can speak.

"Taste," she says. She turns herself about above you, straddling your chest, sliding her feet under your upper arms. Her buttocks hover above your head, pale marble-gray with the hint of a blue vein here and there around the edges. Her anus is a cinder-gray rosette between her cheeks. The thin lips of her sex are a pale violet, glistening with moisture and pungent with the scent of late-summer weeds. She bends forward. You feel the tickle of her breath on your bush, on your sex, then a dozen flickering tongues caressing your belly, your thighs, your mound. She slowly folds her knees, letting her sex descend toward your face, and finally rewards you with a kiss, slick salty fluids on her lower lips, pressing herself to your mouth.

You lie there, using your lips a little, using your tongue, but for a good long time, Miss Wormwood is making love to herself with your face as her instrument, rocking her sex over your mouth. Her venom in your blood is a bitter tingle on the back of your tongue. Finally, with effort, you tilt your head and extend your tongue and find her pearl, a stiff, hooded tip at the arch of her folds. She hisses. Her hips tremble, but she pauses her motions, letting you seek her pleasure. She presses her cool, firm fingertips to each side of your sex and opens your lips, questing between them with her own tongue while her snakes slide their scaly heads over your warm, heavy flesh. For a moment it seems she has two tongues, then three, sliding up and down between the lips of your sex. Her snakes are anointing themselves in your fluids. Miss Wormwood puts her hands under your knees and lifts, opening you wider, tilting your hips up.

"Ahhhh!" you moan into Miss Wormwood's sex as two snakes penetrate you, wiggling into your body, each sliding easily into your relaxed openings. The snakes shift from wriggling to thrusting, pressing in and pulling back. Waves of sensation radiate from the two thrusting snakes and the wickedly licking tongue on your pearl. You try to hold back, hold back as you lick Miss Wormwood's clit frantically, hoping you can bring her peak before you explode into a thousand pieces with your own pleasure.

And then all is heat and light and tension as your body writhes in climax, doubly penetrated, fiercely licked. There's an eruption of fluid onto your face, Miss Wormwood's pleasure gushing out over your mouth and nose and cheeks. Your voices rise together. Her toes curl under your shoulders and her fingers dig painfully into your legs. The peaks of sexual release strike you again and again, forging you together with blows of intense pleasure, until finally you lie still together, a single entity with lusts spent, slowly melting together.

At length you rise and sit on the grass, looking into each other's faces. Miss Wormwood seems...content? You still feel heavy and warm, but filled with bodily joy, your nerves singing to one another.

"You look happy, Miss Redmoor," Miss Wormwood says.

"I am," you say.

"Such a naughty, lustful witch," she says. "What a bad girl. Cavorting with staff. And at a time your Housemaster has entrusted you with a task."

You're filled with sensation already, and you can't feel anything but happy and pleased, no matter what Miss Wormwood should say. But your thoughts play upon the task that Firetail gave you.

"Sapienta," you say. "I, she..." your voice trails off. "I was trying to awaken her senses, so she could help me."

Miss Wormwood nods, her green serpents bowing in a rippling motion. "Let me show you. Bring Sapienta and take my hand."

Miss Wormwood holds your hand in hers. The two of you circle your other hands around to support your serpent familiar, Sapienta. Miss Wormwood sings to Sapienta, nodding and bobbing her head, as the serpents on Miss Wormwood's head dance along in rhythm. Sapienta starts dancing as well. You catch something of the link between them through Sapienta, until finally you catch a glimpse through Sapienta's eyes of a great broad face wreathed with serpents, calling for Sapienta to be awake and aware and to serve her mistress well.

To serve you.

You sit with Miss Wormwood and Sapienta in the gentle breezes of the Garden of Delights. After sharing more of the sweet, restorative nectar, with Sapienta as your hunting companion, you take up the task of finding the thief in the Garden.

Gain +1 XP. You now have 5 XP.
You now have a FAVOR from your serpent familiar Sapienta after Miss Wormwood helps you prepare her.

Miss Wormwood the Nurse, Dorothy the Porter and Housemaster Fergus Firetail are your FRIENDS and each will grant one FAVOR. (Fergus will not let you use his FAVOR directly to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL, but you can use it to help resolve a bad result or for another purpose). Your familiar Sapienta counts as a FRIEND with a FAVOR.

Next: Attempt to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL of discovering the thief in the Garden of Delights. Roll +DILIGENCE (+1) (+1 Diligence, +1 Forward, -3 Difficult GOAL, +2 Sapienta's FAVOR)