the spell is super effective

Zoe came down from the attic. Her original was brooding in the living room. For the spell to work, Zoe would have to kiss her on the lips. Easy, right?

Zoe approached her, and the original turned to her, sighing.

Original Zoe: This is a big problem. I have no idea what to do with you. Do you have any suggestions? Something other than getting together?

Zoe approached hesitantly.

Zoe: Maybe I could be your maid? Like, you work and I cook and clean?

Original Zoe: It would be the same as taking you as my wife.

Zoe rolled her eyes, irritated. It was her chance. She leaned forward and kissed her treacherously.

Zoe could feel herself trembling and trying to push away, but she kept her lips pressed against the original's. Slowly, the resistance disappeared, and then it was the original Zoe who kissed her.

Zoe pulled away, catching her breath and studying the original. She was...

The original Zoe let out a high-pitched cry, her breathing becoming labored.

Original Zoe: Zoe! My Zoe! I can't believe it!

The original Zoe seemed delirious, like one of those fanatical rock star fans who would throw their bras at concerts.

Zoe realized she had definitely overdone the magic.

Zoe didn't have time to speak before the original started talking in a flurry.

Original Zoe: You said you love me! That you want to be my wife! I want it! Make me yours, Zoe!

Her hands went to his shirt and she ripped off the buttons.

Hearing this, Zoe felt elated; after all, that was the reason she had bewitched the original: she wanted to be loved by her.

Zoe, however, didn't reach the same level of arousal as the original, who frantically tried to undress her, and she also felt guilty for having done so.

But none of this mattered to the fascinated original Zoe at the moment. All she could think about was showing her overwhelming love to her clone.

Zoe watched the original frantically remove his own shirt and then throw himself on her. Zoe instinctively tried to reciprocate the other's passion and ardour, but she was too frenetic. She found herself constantly in a state of inventiveness as the original showered her with kisses, throwing off their clothes one after the other, unable to slow down, all the while letting out excited screams.

Zoe's heart was pounding; she realized she adored all this overwhelming love from her counterpart.

Then, with boundless haste, the original Zoe pushed her onto the carpet and then threw herself on her like a ravenous panther.

They alternated touches, rubbings, and kisses. The original Zoe was too frantic to stop at anything, quickly switching from kisses to intimate touches, then immediately grabbing her breasts and giving her a hickey. In short, she never stopped. When they started scissoring, it was because Zoe managed to assert herself for a moment, and it lasted a maximum of thirty seconds before the original's frenzy pushed her to pull away and launch herself at her again.

The original Zoe was pure amorous chaos, and the duplicate Zoe was perfectly fine with that.