A potion of love and desire

You and Ash'lanti dip up handfuls of the cool water and drink deeply. Soon you're laughing and splashing each other.

Domragu tromps up behind you, the dwarven high priest also heading for the pool.

You hear Ellrulyon's voice speaking sharply. "Wyldnight! Ash'lanti!" he says, approaching at a trot. "Did you drink from that pool?"

"Yes!" Ash'lanti says. The warrior maid tosses her head. "It's fine."

"This isn't the spring I told you about," the elf says. "Look at the signs, here, here," he points to the unusual flowers and mushrooms, that on a second glance resemble male and female parts, swelling breasts and buttocks, gaping vulvas and erect penises. "This is no ordinary spring!" Ellrulyon says with alarm, "This is faerie magic. The water is a potion of love and desire!"

You feel a flush of warmth ripple through your body and out through your fingers and toes. Your heart thumps heavily in your chest.

"What do we do?" Ash'lanti asks the elf.

"Close your eyes, both of you!" Ellrulyon says. "It's the only way to avoid the full power of the love curse! You'll have to keep them closed until the potion has faded from your veins."

You snap your eyes shut. The blood is singing in your ears, and you can still feel your heart thumping. Your male member is stiff and throbbing, pushing the tail of your leather tunic up and out, as your pants are rolled up atop your rucksack against the oppressive heat of the day. You can almost see Ash'lanti's lithe form, her flowing red hair splashed with the spring water, her sparkling eyes and red lips... A groan rises from within you.