Yes. Head to the bedroom while Abbie looks over the website

“I’ll be right there,” You call back to Emily. You look pleadingly at Abbie and lean over the keyboard to pull up the website. “Here it is. Please, you’re better at picking up details than I am. Just see if you can figure out some of this stuff. If I don’t go back there with Ms. Fellows, I don’t know what she’ll do.”

“Hold on a second while I look at this,” Abbie says as she scans the webpage. She clicks on the Enchantment of Eros spells and reads through its description and warnings. “So, you read this and thought it would be a fun little fantasy to have a girl become an obedient ****, who would literally lose her mind if you didn’t fuck her daily?” she asks you scornfully. “You got off on the idea of magically erasing a woman’s free will?” A flush of red colors her cheeks.

“I mean, the **** thing is kind of sexy,” you say, blushing hard. “I didn’t read all the details. It was late. I was tired. I absolutely never expected it would really work.”

“You weren’t too tired to find a candle and go through the spell, though,” Abbie said with a smirk. “How can someone who thinks with his dick as much as you not have at least tried to get a girl to fuck you the old-fashioned way?”

Abbie goes back to reading. “It says nothing can undo the spell, and she’ll get more obsessed if she’s ‘denied contact’.” She grimaced as she said those words. “Go on, get back there. She needs it, apparently. But it’s gross that you get to enjoy this in any way. I’ll try to find anything at all here that might improve things somewhat.”

You mumble your thanks and hurry down the short hallway to Emily’s bedroom. She’s lying naked on the bed, stretched out on her back. She smiles wide when you step in and close the door behind you. You press your fingers to your lips, and say “Shhhhh…” before she can speak. “I want to keep this quiet. My sister is right out in the living room,” you tell her.

Emily rolls onto her side facing you. She nods in understanding and mimes pulling a zipper across her lips. Then she pauses with a little frown. She pulls her fingers back the other way, licks her lips slowly and lasciviously, and stares at your crotch. She places a finger to her lips like you just did, then slips it between her lips and suckles on it.

You get her meaning. Her lips aren’t sealed, but she’s not planning on using her mouth for talking. Your cock stiffens. You move quickly to the bed and tug down the zipper on your fly. You fish your hardening shaft out through the opening, and Emily crawls to it and places soft quick kisses over the head and down the shaft.

Your cock strains and precum leaks from the tip. Emily licks it up with the tip of her tongue. Her body shivers and her breathing turns to heavy panting. She slips her lips over the head, sucking softly, and bobbing slowly. Each bob takes her lips a tiny bit further down your shaft.

You would like to enjoy this more, but knowing your sister is in the next room, judging you, puts a damper on your pleasure. Besides, you’re still tired and cranky from staying up all night in Abbie’s dreams last night. You decide to take control and get this over with quicker.

You grab a fistful of Emily’s soft blond hair and yank her head back and forth, dragging her onto your cock until she starts to gag, then pulling her back so she can suck in a quick breath. She struggles to bob fast enough to keep up with your hand, and makes a low **** ‘urk, urk, urk,” noise as your cock plunges into the back of her mouth again and again. You wrench her head onto your shaft until you can feel your cock is about to explode. You hold her in place with your hand clenched hard in your hair, while your load pumps out into her mouth.

You stand there for a moment, breathing hard. Then your fingers relax and release your grip on your former teacher’s hair. She swallows, places a long, lingering kiss on your spent shaft, then gets up on her knees on the bed to whisper in your ear, “Thank you so much, Master.”

You stroke her hair and murmur, “Good girl,” to her softly. She smiles ecstatically at your praise, and wipes her eyes, which had started to tear while you fucked her face.

“Get dressed and stay in here. Listen to some music while I talk to my sister. I’ll come get you when I want you,” you instruct her.

She nods and gets off the bed. She’s at her dresser pulling out clothes to wear as you step out of the bedroom and back to the living room.

Abbie looks up from the screen as you walk in. “That didn’t take long,” she raises an eyebrow at you.

“I rushed so you wouldn’t have to wait,” you say defensively.

“Uh huh,” she says, not sounding convinced. “Anyway, did you look at all these spells?”

“I skimmed over them. That’s how I found the one to let me go into your dreams,” you tell her.

Your sister shudders slightly at the memory. “Well, here’s one that guarantees health for you and other subjects that you’ve cast mind spells on. It’s supposed to keep your physical and mental faculties intact through a long life. Maybe it’ll work to fix mental problems, too. If you cast it on Ms. Fellows, she’ll still be a ****, but she might be more stable.”

You breathe out a sigh, feeling a little relieved. You’re not sure what an enchanted **** who isn’t mentally unhinged will be like, but you imagine it will be less stressful. “Thanks, Abs. I’ll do that.” You say, leaning over her to look at the screen and read the spell.

“You should cast it on yourself and me, too,” she says. “According to this, it extends your youth and lets you live well past 100 in good health.”

“On you?” you ask, “I thought you said it’s for subjects that I’ve done mind magic on.”

“Well, you did enter my dreams. That might count,” she said with a shrug. “If there’s a chance, why not try?”

“Sure. It looks like I just need some dried herbs. I’ll ask Emily if she’s got them,” you say, and step towards the bedroom door, where you hear music playing.

“Hold on, Beanpole. Are you just going to ask her for herbs and start drawing magic symbols on her kitchen table? Do you want her to know about magic, maybe figure out what you did to her?” Abbie asks you, one eyebrow raised.