The Glamour of the Heart's Desire.

Aaralon finally desided upon the spell. The Glamour of the Heart's Desire not only draw her to where he wanted her, but it would also fill her with an overpowering lust for him. The spell would also take some time to prepair and cast, keeping himself busy until tonight. Oh tonight, he thought, I will finally have Tammy. His mind swelled, as small things were ignored. Like the fact the spell did nothing to change her memory. When the spell faded, she would know what happened to her.

He worked hard for the next few hours in the old attic, the whole time under the hidden watch of Tar'oth. When night fell and his frantic work was done he went out in the into the open air with his small clay figure covered in runes. He looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then spoke the final words to infuse the clay, held it aloft, and then placed it in trousers next to his cock.

He felt the energy of the spell wash through him, telling him it had worked. Running to the attic, he could hardly control himself, bouncing off the walls. The place looked a mess. How would she react to this, he thought. Wanting it to be perfect for her he started arranging things. He felt like he was about to burst, that they were finally going to be together.

The knock on the door stopped his crazed movement. A second knock. He turned. A third knock, now quicker and more despreate. He ran to the door, ripped it open, and there she was. It was as if a divine light shown down to highlight her beauty. She was perfection in his eye. She must have already been in for the night, because the uniform skirt was gone, and she was wearing only a short silk robe.

Once the door was open Tammy launched herself on Aaralon. First planting her lips on his, piercing his mouth with her tongue. The fell back on to the floor. Her hands were all over him, rubbing his chest, his back, his ass, and finally pawing at his trousers. She broke the kiss just long enough to say. "I need it in side of me. PLEEEEESE!!!"

Aaralon rolled her over on her back, the whole time she was still trying to get his trousers open. So he helped, this time almost ripping them. But instead of grabbing his cock, she snatched the clay figure. He was expecting her to grab him; with her robe open as it was he was mere inches way from being in her. But no. She was putting the clay figure between her lips, thrusting it in and out. The object of his need was laying there in front of him. But she was fucking the stupid doll he had made, and not him.

Laughter errupted from the rafters. Aaralon could not see the source, but its mocking was more than he could take. He needed Tammy, and there was only thing in his way. He took the clay figure from Tammy in mid stroke, her arms reaching back for it right away. He threw it against the wall. She ran over to it as it shattered.

It took a few seconds as her head cleared, from the spell breaking. The whole time Aaralon knelt where he was, arms out waiting for her to come to him. She then stood up. And while takeing stock of herself, she all of her own juices covering her inner thighs. She turned around and looked at with great spite.

"How dare you? When I tell the dean about this, they'll lock you up" She said.

"Tammy, I did this for you, so we could be together." sputtered Aaralon.

"And how in the Nine Plains did you think that?" Asked Tammy.

"That would be my cue, sweet cheeks." Said Tar'oth as she flapped down for the cieling. "I was the one that directed 'Aaralon pet' here to bring you in. My choice charm spells too. Clever on my part, making sure he didn't get a chance to drill you. See I need that virginity you're keeping."

"Oh shit. Ummm. Does the Dean know about this?" Tammy asked, with the fear showing.

"Now down to business. You close the door."

"Yes, my goddess mistress." He replied as he was back under her thrall. He closed the door.

"And as for you, lets just say its harvest time. Sit back, and you just might enjoy this." Tar'oth said with an evil smirk.