90% of Sex and Magic

“Don’t “Mother” me. Nor “Father”! Nor any of your other relatives. Your powers were negligible until you came of age and were initiated. Orgies! We receive our powers through contact with Nature and there is nothing more super-Natural than sex! Your powers are diminishing because you don’t screw enough, Samantha!”

Samantha moaned from yearning but still resisted. And by insisting to see things the Mortal Way, her mother again appeared to be wearing the lavender, silk caftan. (Much to Endora’s annoyance!) “My wedding vow! There will be repercussions if I fuck anybody but my husband!”

“That’s what comes with dealing in sacred vows. But that is easily solved!”

“No, Mother! I will not have you harm Darren or unmarry me to him in any way!”

“And no aphrodisiac spell on him?” she smiled.

“No aphrodisiac spell. Darren receives his Mortal Male Pride from his work. He would not be able to do his best there thinking about fucking me all the time.” She sighed and said wistfully, “As much as his work makes him too exhausted for him to fuck me as often as I would love him to, as his devoted wife, I must wait until he can rise to the occasion on his own.” A smile came to her as she remembered those time that he had. Being without made those orgasms more special and satisfying when they did occur than any she had had in centuries! Sex with warlocks, leprechauns, ogres, centaurs and other mythological beings had become stale decades ago. (Though, she still hadn’t bagged a Talkein elf, yet.)

“Are you done?” her mother said, exasperated. “You should know me better than that, Samantha. Aphrodisiac spell are for those without imaginations. And imagination is 90% of sex and magic!” With that, she moved her finger away from her daughter (much to the relief of her cunt) and crooked it at the bookshelves. Off of one floated a photo album towards her.