What a big girl you are! (+1 XP, FRIEND, and FAVOR)

You turn your head round over your shoulder and gaze into the Nurse's dark, liquid eyes. Her snake tresses watch you, beady eyes glittering in their green, scaly heads, their tongues flickering as they taste the scent of your arousal in the air.

"Yes, Miss Wormwood."

Her snakes wave with excitement, some of them gaping at you, showing their fangs.

"Then give me your heat," she says.

Her hand darts forward to the bow-knot closure of your gown and tugs it loose. With her wiry hand on your shoulder, she turns you toward her, guiding you to stand up straight. Your gown drops in a single motion. She puts a hand behind your head, moving your lips down toward hers.

Her lips are thin and cool, but her tongue is quick, active, tickling along your lips, parting them, and long, oh, so long. You whimper and cough as her tongue tickles the opening of your throat. Her snakes slide across your cheeks, your ears, and quest into your hair, cool against your warm scalp.

A pair of fangs sinks into your throat. You cry out, stifled by her lips. Your heart races in panic as you feel pain and a hot throbbing. Venomed. Miss Wormwood strokes her cool fingertips along your back and slides one hand round to your throat, testing the pulse with two fingers, then back, holding you tightly round the back of your head. Another strike pierces your neck on the other side. Your body flushes with a wave of heat. You sweat. You shudder. Your muscles tense unevenly, spasming on one side of your ribs, the other side of your lower back. Your balance feels off, the stone floor shifting unsteadily under your feet.

"There, that does it," Miss Wormwood says. "What a big girl you are, I had to bite you twice!" She puts one hand to your shoulders, another to your hips. "Lean back, now, there's a good girl." Though you're taller and bigger, Miss Wormwood must be a good deal stronger. She lifts you and cradles you in her arms, her wiry sinews taut against your skin. She carries you back into the little back room and lays you down upon the narrow bed. Your blood sings and throbs in your ears. Your skin feels swollen, hot and tight. Shivers and chills run through your body, but under it all, a pulse in your loins and a gathering of wetness.

Miss Wormwood takes her wand and casts a magical circle round the bed. The sounds from the window fade and the daylight dims to nothingness. She kindles lamps and candles and sets them round, then lays her wand down and doffs her white apron and robe. She stands nude before you, pale and blue-veined even in the yellow lamplight, hairless but for eyelashes and a hint of brow, a wiry, taut figure whose most womanly curve is a narrow waist flowing into wide hips. Her motion is fluid and sinuous, and her stillness cool and statue-like.

She joins you on the bed. All is haze and heat for a time. Cool sheets against your skin and Miss Wormwood's cool flesh drinking in your heat. Your venom-knotted muscles slowly relax, and instead you feel loose, almost limp, and dreamy, but still hot. There's a bitter tingle on the back of your tongue, the taste of the venom in your blood. You clutch at her, wanting the coolness to soothe your fires, but it's hard to co-ordinate your motions or use any strength, and she slips from your grasp, kissing down your chin and neck, between your breasts to your heart. You feel more bites, double pricks across the skin of your chest, stinging briefly. Dry bites, no venom. The sliding of scaly skin across your breasts.

Two sharp bites, burning, throbbing, upon your nipples. You cry out loudly. Your nipples swell up to hardness, the tense skin so sensitive that when the little snake tongues caress them, it touches off a hot wave of desire washing across your body. You writhe in pleasure amidst pain, your head rolling from side to side, your toes curling tight.

"Yes, yesss," Miss Wormwood croons. "Lovely, lovely. But we must take you higher."

Even when the wave passes, your nipples feel alight with flame, your breasts glowing with warmth, and even, it seems as your eyes roll round out of focus, even light. Of course, everything looks a little off now, sharp-edged, glinting, little rainbow smears around highlights and reflections.

Miss Wormwood kisses her way down your belly. Little prickings follow, her head full of snakes striking with dry bites as they go. And then a sharp, venomous bite in your navel.

"Ahh, Miss Wormwood, it hurts!" you cry.

"All will pass to pleasure, yesss," she says. "Breathe, girl. Breathe. That's better."

Your whole body feels like it's glowing now, radiating light and heat. You swallow, but the bitter taste on the back of your tongue is not going away, and you feel a twinge of nausea, an ache in your teeth, a muscle jumping in your temple. Venom. You concentrate on keeping your breaths deep and even.

Her head moves down between your legs. There's too much moving, every snake head sliding, those little tongues, you can feel them, cool flames against your hot thighs, then her fingertips, cool and firm, walking their way toward your wet and swollen folds, parting them...for her kiss.

"Oh Miss Wormwood, oh, oh, oh, OH!" you cry out. Already on the edge, her lips and tongue set you off again. Everything is heat and confusion and waves of pleasure and a darkening of your vision. There's a dizziness and a falling-away.

You cough and Miss Wormwood takes her mouth from yours.

"Keep breathing, girl," she says firmly. "It's quite tedious for me to breathe for both of us."

"Ahh, ah, ah, yes, Miss Wormwood," you say. Her eyes, so deep and dark.

"Very good," she says. "Now, where was I? Yes." She smiles, her thin lips stretching thinner. "I must taste you, inside." Her thin tongue tip flickers on her lips.

You stare at her tongue, then into her eyes. So deep. Your vision swirls and you feel dizzy again.

"Keep breathing, girl!" Miss Wormwood insists.

"Oh. Yes, yes," you say.

"Deeper, now. There, that's better," she says. "Good. More like that. Deep and steady."

You feel waves of warm and cool and another hint of dizziness, but you keep breathing, deep and steady. Miss Wormwood settles between your legs and parts your knees, pulling them up and back.

"Your bush is an extraordinary, fiery red," Miss Wormwood says. "Brighter than your hair, even." She sighs, her cool breath tickling the strands of your push and teasing your swollen folds. "But back to business." She probes between your labia. "Moist, warm, but a touch tight." She anoints you with something slippery. "There."

There's a sliding motion, in, deeper, deeper yet.

"Hmmmm," Miss Wormwood croons, following it with a sigh. She starts moving her long tongue in and out, faster and faster again.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," you sob. "Oh-oh, yes."

Another sinuous presence joins Miss Wormwood's tongue. One of her snakes presses at the entrance to your womb and slides forward.

"Yes, yes-yes," you say. "Yes, more, oh, yes. Ah, OW!"

Something hurts, a stretch or a tear. She withdraws carefully.

"What...?" Miss Wormwood's breath is still cool on your swollen loins, now smarting from some mishap. "Oh, virgin's blood, such a precious gift, Golondrina!" she cries. She bends closer, her tongue lapping at your folds, quickly and lightly. More tongues, tiny tongues, join Miss Wormwood's own. Her snakes.

With the snakes no longer probing inside, the ache quickly fades, replaced with excitement as Miss Wormwood licks at your folds, swollen and sensitive from reaction to her venomed bites. When her tongue touches your pearl, it sets you off again. Your body clenches hard in a spasm of pleasure, your head curling forward and snapping back. Each clench and relaxation sends a burst of pleasure through your body, of light and warmth and joy. Joy.

When you see her face rise from between your legs, her thin lips are stretched in a wide smile. Several of her snakes are smeared with your blood, and a bright red thread oozes down her chin.

"You are delicious, truly delicious," she says.

"Thank you, Miss Wormwood, that was so...so...yes, so wonderful," you say. "So much."

"We must do this again, Golondrina," she says. "But I see you have had enough."

Some time later, Miss Wormwood has cleansed you with moist, warm towels and helped you to dress in your gold-trimmed red uniform from House Leontes. You sit at a little table with her, drinking cup after cup of restorative herbal tea. You sigh after your sixth cup, feeling much better.

"There you are, now," Miss Wormwood says. "Looking much more yourself, now."

"Shall I go?" you ask.

She holds your eyes with her deep, dark, liquid ones, her snake-tresses waving slowly.

"In a moment," Miss Wormwood says. "First, I would like to offer you a gift, Golondrina. I have been waiting for a student worthy of her." She takes a basket from a shelf in easy reach.

"Worthy of her?" you ask.

Nurse Wormwood uncovers the basket. A bright-eyed brown snake as long as your forearm looks up at you. "Her name is Sapienta," she says. "She is a magical companion, a familiar." The snake flickers its tongue at you and waves its head a bit. "See, she likes you!"

"What, how do I care for a familiar?" you ask.

"Oh, Sapienta is easy to care for. A little of your blood, every other day. She will sleep with you, she will travel on your arm, she will tell you what she needs. She will look after you and aid in your magics." Miss Wormwood smiles and makes a little sniffling noise. "And if anyone asks you about your bites, tell them Sapienta was over-eager in greeting you."

The bites on your neck are throbbing. The others sting when you move or brush up against them, but the sensation quickly reminds you of the pleasure Nurse Wormwood brought you, and you feel a throbbing and moistening between your legs.

"I don't know..." you say.

Gain +1 XP.
Fergus Firetail, Dorothy the Porter, and Nurse Wormwood are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR.
You have 5 XP and may spend it to choose a new spell or character bonus.
You have many snakebites on your breasts, buttocks, inner thighs, and a few on your neck.

You may spend 5 XP to claim a new familiar, the snake Sapienta, who lives off an occasional drink of your blood. Treat Sapienta as a FRIEND who offers you one free FAVOR you can use to get help completing a task or avoid a bad consequence, and who you can ENCOUNTER to get additional help or another FAVOR. Sapienta's strengths are in sensing magic, sensing danger, getting into tight places, and frightening potential threats. As a familiar, Sapienta can go almost anywhere with you at Boarbristle Academy.

Do you claim Sapienta as a familiar (spend 5 XP)?