Isis Interruptus

"Miss Sorayama? Are you okay? I thought I heard screams" Isis's voluptous figure, in a transparent nightgown, was silhouetted by the light in the hall. John's new eye saw the devilish smile his human ones would never have been able to make out. He did not have long to see. Sarah instinctively pulled the covers up and pushed him beneath them.

"Y-y-yes, Miss Victoria. I'm fine," said Sarah

Isis stalked cat-like to the bed. "Really? You looked flushed. I hope you have not caught a cold."

'What is she playing at?' John wondered. He could smell her weaving some spell. It spell had the scent of mead, chocolate, and blood. 'And why the hell do I know what mead smells like?'

"Please let me see if you have a fever. I would be a very naughty hostess if I let my guest get sick under my care." Isis put out her hand as if to feel Sarah's head. Before she reached Sarah's head, Isis sat down on the bed. She sat right down on John's erect dick. "Oh," Isis gasped in very conviencing surprise. She let it slip inbetween her thighs"I see." she leaned very close to Sarah's face. "You already have someone taking care of you, you naughty girl, you. And you told me you weren't lovers"

"NO! It's- We're- not like- not before tonight anyway," Sarah stammered.

She straddled her arms over Sarah, while moving her legs to lay across John. Isis's hair fell like water over her shoulders. "Well, naughty girl, would you like me to take care of you too?"

John sat up taking off the bedding that blinded him. He then realized how much it really was blinding him. He now understood that Isis was casting a lusting spell over Sarah and himself, HIMSELF!, to make them want to sleep with her. John felt insulted that she would cast this spell on him. He was surprised, he could not tell if it was because she would dare to cast a spell on him or because she thought she would have to cast one on him that he felt insulted. He was even more surprised that could not detect any affect on himself.