What My Potion Does

The next night as the Mating Moon began to rise, I was at her door.

She opened it nearly as I got there. Quite satisfied with herself.

Preparing to leave me suffering.

I stepped in and turned the latch.

She sighed as she strode across the room. "More threats, My Magus?"

She leaned slowly over her bed and crawled up it. Wiggling her partially exposed buttocks at me as the flaps of her robe parted around her thighs, as she moved.

Beautiful porcelain flesh.

"No. No threats." I withdrew a small bubbling vial from my tunic pocket just as she rolled onto her buttocks.

She leaned forward. "What's that? Is that a potion?" Her eyes widened in horror. "What is that potion for Magus?"

"I told you what it was for. And this?" I withdrew a final piece from my pocket. Rolling it in my fingers so she could see it.

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I knew understanding dawned when she reached up to finger her hair near her ear. Gripping the lock that was missing a length. "My hair? What are you doing!"

She leapt off the bed to run