"Witch, I'm working on a new spell….here drink this". Al said.
"Umm….I don't know Al…wait why does this smell like Ivy?"
"Wait? I don't know? You don't seem to understand how this works itchy witch. You do what I say. Now drink!"
As I gulped down the contents of the vial I was once again assaulted with the Ivy's scent. The smell cinnamon incense filled the room, and soon I was surrounded by Ivy. For a second it felt like I couldn't breathe, and then just like that, the feeling was gone. Instead of suffocating I was being overloaded with new and stronger senses. The smells, sounds, and sights were so powerful I couldn't take it.
I dropped to my knees and closed my eyes praying it would all go away. But soon a stronger more pressing urge overcame me. Blood. I needed blood. Oh god, just to taste it and smell it. I needed it. Now.
I quickly got up in search of what I craved. I went half crazy when I couldn't find any. The dusty work room in Al's quarters seemed to be taunting me. "Al…." I looked around but I couldn't find him. For a second this new blood lust abated enough for me to wonder what the hell was going on. I needed help. Someone who would understand what was going on with me. I needed Ivy. I reached out my awareness and quickly found a line. Thank god whatever was happening to me hadn't affected my magic. When I jumped to the church I was surprised to find that the sight of my home no longer gave me comfort. Right now the only thing that would help me was Ivy. I had to find her, and some blood. Thump, thump, thump.
"Blood…" I could hear it. Somewhere tiny hearts were pumping and that delicious nectar was flowing. So fast, it was moving so fast. All I wanted was a sip. I was losing myself again. This lust was making me crazy, if I didn't get blood soon, I felt like I would die.
"Rachel" a voice called.
I didn't know who it was but I could hear it, and smell it. Blood. I slowly walked in through the back door of the church. I knew I was teasing myself but I couldn't help but savor the scent, the anticipation was only going to enlighten the experience.
"I'm here…" I called in a smooth silky voice. In fact, I sounded more like Ivy than myself; I stored that thought in my conscience for late. After a few seconds, a red faced Ceri showed herself. When she came down the hall a new scent followed her, and when I tasted it on my tongue my knees buckled.
"Rachel!" Ceri yelled.
She rushed to my side and held my arm to help me balance. "Are you okay"? She asked. I was about to answer but then that smell drifted over me. I was being smothered by it, and my head began to spin. I couldn't stop myself as I grabbed onto Ceri's thigh and squeezed. "….Rachel, what are you doing?" Ceri asked. But I wasn't listening. I needed to get closer to that smell. I wanted more. I squeezed her thigh again and she gave a high pitched squeal as I began to kiss my way up her leg.
"St-st-stop Rachel. What are you doing"? I didn't care; I just kept kissing her and let that smell that I was searching for guide me where to go. As I moved up her thigh with my lips massaging her skin as I passed, I heard her moan. I looked up to see her head thrown back and her fingers clenched. She looked at me and her eyes were dark, smoldering. I released a moan and returned to kissing her with vigor. When I got to the meaty part of her upper thigh I gave it a little nip and Ceri moaned "Rachel…" I licked and sucked the rest of the way to the origin of that intoxicating smell. When I was almost there and Ceri was panting I became irritated. Something was in my way. A white piece of cloth was covering what I wanted. I was so close, I began to growl. Ceri bucked into my mouth and the white cloth rubbed against my lips. I felt something damp on the cloth and licked my lips. "Ohh, Ceri" I moaned. Whatever it was, it tasted so good. It was sweet but strong. It was Ceri.
I tore the cloth away with my nails and pulled her closer to me by the hips. Now that I was only inches away from Ceri's nectar, I couldn't help but dart my tongue out and flick the little nub at the top of Ceri's slit. "Ughh…" Ceri shouted and I paused to inhale her aroma. "Rachel, don't stop" she begged, and I focused on tasting her. I licked my way from the bottom of her slit to the top, back and forth. By the time my lips found her clit again Ceri was practically yelling. I pulled her clit into my mouth and gave it a hard suck. "Oh my god, Rachel!" Ceri screamed, as I kept on sucking. Soon I trailed my hands underneath her cupped her butt as I pulled her even closer to me. When I started nibbling on her clit Ceri lost it. "Yes, yes, ohh like that Rachel. Don't...mmm...don't stop, I'm about to cum!" She started bucking into my face and I could sense that she was indeed about to cum. Before she could finish, I felt hands two hard hands pull me away.
I was dazed, but I knew something was wrong. Someone had just taken what was mine! She was mine! I lunged at where the thief was crouched and hissed when I collided with air. I looked around, and Ivy stood 3 feet away from me. At the sight of Ivy my anger abated little by little. But I could still taste her on me, Ceri. I looked around but I didn't see her. My prize was gone. I licked my lips and began to hiss. "Ivy…" She looked at me with narrowed black eyes and began to circle me.
"What do you think you're doing Rachel! What the hell is going on!"