Chapter Seven:
Baby, seem like everywhere I go I see you
From your eyes I smile, it's like I breathe you
Helplessly I reminisce, don't want to
Compare nobody to you
Boy, I try to catch myself, but I'm outta control
Your sexiness is so appealing, I can't let it go
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu
Seeing, things that I know can't be, am I dreaming?
When I saw you walkin' past me almost called your name
Got a better glimpse and then I looked away
It's like I'm losing it
Baby, seem like everywhere I go I see you
From your eyes I smile, it's like I breathe you
Helplessly I reminisce, don't want to
Compare nobody to you
Boy, I try to catch myself, but I'm outta control
Your sexiness is so appealing, I can't let it go
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu
Seeing, things that I know can't be, am I dreaming?
When I saw you walkin' past me almost called your name
Got a better glimpse and then I looked away
It's like I'm losing it
-Beyonce, Deja vu
Dinner drawled on; a three course banquet punctuated with small talk, nothing new from all her other days. Once she had finished her potion of jiggly wiggly pudding she excused herself from the dining room, slipping out to go to bed early. Of course, she knew who would be waiting for her in her room. The thought had replayed in her mind a thousand times. No more delays. Standing hesitantly outside the door, she steeled herself, turning the knob with a trembling resolve. She needed to end this uncertainty, once and for all.
Upon entering her room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the bed. In particular, the small black blur resting atop it. Wormwood was there, waiting for her as she counted down the minutes to her misery.
Sofia tiptoed around her bed, watching as the raven's head slowly turned to meet her own. From this angle, she could spot a spellbook and a single wand on her bed. Wormwood must have brought them from Cedric's workshop for the spell.
"You're here" he snarked, leaning forward to pick up the wand with his beak.
Hobbling forward, he dropped the wand in front of Sofia, silently urging her to take it. Sofia's breath caught in her throat, as she gazed into the raven's insistent eyes, enticing her to pick it up. Her trembling fingers curved around the familiar wood of the wand, recognising it as the wand she would usually use when she assisted Cedric as his apprentice. She had never thought of using it for such pervasive purposes.
Clearing her throat she murmured "So…I guess it's time".
Sofia took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of her bed, with Wormwood perched on the other end. She began to flip cautiously through the spellbook. It didn't take long before she found the page she was looking for:
Animal to Human Transformation: Hold your wand straight out in front of the animal you wish to transform and utter the words 'conversus humano faceres'. Flick your wand upwards and to the right and the animal will instantly become a human. The human will be clothed and its appearance will be similar to the personality of the animal. See book two of 'The Joy of sorcery' for a counter-spell. This spell can be applied to most animals with the exception of insects and reptiles and animals under the age of one. Animals transformed under this spell must not partake in activities deemed only for humans. Examples include: sweating, driving, consuming alcohol and/or drugs, eating meat/ dairy products and engaging in sexual activity with another human. Consequences of violating these rules (as detailed in column three under prohibited acts of animal-human transformations), refer to book two 'The joy of sorcery' for guidance and credits.
Skimming over the first few lines, Sofia had seen Cedric perform this spell countless times, often to employ more workers for the busy harvest season. After an unfortunate incident where she had been turned into a cat, she decided to commit the spell to memory, in case it would come in handy. Never did she imagine she would be using it on Wormwood and certainty not in these circumstances. Glancing back up, she could tell his excitement as she shifted restlessly, devoting his energy to preening his feathers. At least someone was happy.
Sofia found herself wondering what Wormwood would look like as a human. She had no idea how old he was, although he was younger than Cedric- she recalled him mentioning teaming up with the bird during his final years of Hexley Hall. The spell dictated that appearance was meant to reflect their personality. Would Wormwood's human's form be as twisted and black as his soul?
It didn't matter. She reminded herself, it would be over in half an hour- an hour at most. Then Wormwood could return to being a raven and she could move on with her life. Back to her usual distractions. To fantasising about her brief fling every night, trying to catch glimpses of her lover around the castle. Treasuring the fact that their moment was theirs alone. Cedric's and Sascha's. Nobody else's. Sofia exhaled sharply. Best to get this over with. "Conversus humano faceres" she sighed, flicking the wand just right.
A spark shot through the air, dancing over Wormwood. Sofia had to shield her eyes with the back of her hand, as a blinding white light engulfed her bed. It started to move, shifting to the right, off her bed. It hovered over the floor before cascading downwards, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Heart pounding, Sofia blinked quickly from the lingering sparks. She cautiously edged backwards on the bed, as Wormwood's human form began to materialise before her.
Sofia's breath held in her throat as her eyes beheld a dark, enigmatic figure. A midnight, regal prince stood dimly in the candlelight of her bedroom. His jet-black hair was cut short- as glossy as his raven feathers, which complemented his piercing grey pupils.
He was dressed surprisingly in a short, tailored black suit with an intricate collar, a white shirt peeking through. His stature was tall, although not as commanding as Cedric's. Sofia couldn't make out why but he had a different, noble aura about him. She had expected a mischievous, scruffy-looking boy.
She could have never imagined that Wormwood, of all beings, would emerge from the spell as a prince. He didn't appear much older than her. Sofia fidgeted nervously, realising her thoughts as a blush crept onto her face. If she hadn't known his true identity, she would have thought the man to be quite devilishly handsome.
Sofia opened her mouth to speak but her voice failed her as she rose from her bed, on unsteady legs. Wormwood's arm reached up to undo his collar button, with practiced ease.
"Well".
His voice was smoother now, richer- undeniably human. It resonated deep in her belly which was unsettling but strangely alluring.
"Let's begin".
Sofia gulped, swallowing hard. Her hands hesitantly reached behind to grasp the top of the zipper. At least this time she was wearing a simple, practical dress- far from the laborious task of undoing her boned corset and ball gown during her time with Cedric.
"I want you to be as comfortable as possible" he said reassuringly, his voice more gentle, as he shrugged off his blazer, letting it slip to the floor.
Sofia nodded softly, unsure how to respond. The warmth of his words did little to soothe the storm of anticipation building in her chest. Sofia slid the zip down leisurely, reluctant to be the first to shed her clothing.
Wormwood made quick work of his shirt, revealing lean muscle beneath. He then moved onto his way onto his pants, stepping out of them before removing his boxers. Sofia timidly freed herself from her dress, slipping out of her shift to gaze up at Wormwood's bare chest.
He was dusted in coils of black hair, a stark contrast to Cedric's soft, finer hair which wasn't surprising considering his whole body was usually covered in feathers. She recalled how his silky wisps felt against her fingers as she smoothed her hands across Cedric's chest. She breathed deeply, remembering how it wasn't Cedric in her room.
Sofia stood in all but her bloomers as Wormwood revealed his naked, human form. His body had a youthful glow to it, unmarred by experience. Sofia slipped a hand down the back of her bloomers, sliding them down, stepping out of them when they pooled at her ankles.
She had no time to think as Wormwood closed the distance between them, raising his arm to cradle her jaw. His lips approached, brushing against hers before pressing firming against Sofia's. Her pulse fluttered as she slowly gave in, parting her lips on a moan to allow him in.
Sofia tried arduously to imagine that the lips belonged to Cedric as she slammed her eyes shut, losing her senses as their tongues met, and began meddling with each other. Their kiss deepened as Sofia felt a stir of desire low in her stomach as she realised how much her body longed for this. After one night of unrestricted passion, she wanted more and it was never going to be enough.
Reaching out, her fingers tangled in the prince's sleek, black hair, brushing softly as his mouth continued to lap at hers. She realised his mouth was more skilled in just words as he nipped at her lower lip, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure to course through her blood. Sofia gasped, her body betraying her with its eager response as her hips bucked up in ecstasy.
Wormwood gently pushed Sofia, causing her to land flat on her back on her bed.
"Turn around" he instructed.
Sofia feebly followed, turning onto her stomach as she stuck her ass out. His hand retreated, skimming over her waist to settle over her hip. It moved down her thigh to rest on the back of her knee. His hand pushed gently, teasing her knee up. Sofia's breath hitched in her throat as he edged closer.
Shifting, Wormwood adjusted himself between her legs, his hands now travelling up her thigh over her backside.
"I'm going to take you from behind".
Sofia released a pent up breath, in relief that he was going to begin. That way she could be saved from embarrassment and this could be over faster. She could pretend the firm erection prodding at her backside belonged to Cedric.
She felt as his hard manhood pressed between her butt cheeks, tempting them to open. The electrifying desire from last night reignited in her veins. After last night, all her body desired was to have sex again. Just one more time with Cedric. And to her mind she would be getting it.
One hand remained on her hip as his other came to grasp the hair at her nape. His long fingers came to gently massage her clit, circling it slowly. Sofia groaned as his sharp fingernails nipped at her bud, prickling with sensitivity. Instinctively, she pushed her hips backwards, circling in time with his hand as an excruciating spike of pleasure pulsed through her blood.
His fingers caressed her there, before delving two digits into her cleft. The same number Cedric had dipped into her not a night ago. She was oh so wet; so ready for something to clench around. Sofia's eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on the motion of his devious fingers, picturing them belonging to Cedric. All the while, she absorbed the chaotic, wild sensations his fingers unleashed on her as fire coursed through her body.
Sofia moaned as she kept her legs upright as they began to shake of their accord, nearing release. However, she found she couldn't move as Wormwood pinned her down, continuing his constant, torturous rhythm. Suddenly she moaned with loss, as he eased his fingers out of her, damp with her desire. Sofia's blood was singing in her veins, anticipating what was coming next.
She didn't have to wait long before the hollow feeling was satisfied as he replaced his digits with his manhood. Gliding it through her lips, a short thrust later he was fully sheathed within her warmth.
"Aah" she groaned, adjusting to being stretched in an unfamiliar, no doubt thrilling sensation. This felt so different from her experience with Cedric. This was relentless. Filling. Wormwood circled his hips deliberately, withdrawing before thrusting back in, satisfying her once more. Sofia's skin tingled with pleasure as his hot breath raised goosebumps along her neck.
Repeating his motions, she heard a loud groan escape Wormwood's lips. His motions were driving him as insane as her. Sofia's body began to move mindlessly now, greedily grounding her hips backwards to surge against his erection. A tight coil knotted in her stomach, aching for release.
Her muscles felt sore, clenching and releasing as he continued to pump mercilessly in and out of her convulsing core. Fatigued, she attempted to adjust her legs, which proved difficult as they were weighed down by Wormwood.
Instead, she settled for arching her spine, flexing her hips up to the ceiling, letting him do what he wished to her. Wormwood began to increase his rhythm infinitesimally as his breathing became more rapid. Sofia's heart beat erratically as her thoughts spiraled. Her insides quickened as Wormwood picked up the pace.
One more thrust was all she needed to undo her, tipping her over the precipice. At that moment, Wormwood's body convulsed around her as Sofia came, calling out loudly into the mattress.
"Cedric".
His garbled name sunk into the mattress. Wormwood freezed before pouring himself into her, finding his release.
"Fuck. Sofia" he breathed, unable to hold anything back.
His body collapsed onto hers, burying his face in her soft hair. Sofia struggled but eventually found the energy to roll Wormwood off her, turning onto her side to face him as she squirmed on her bed. A blush worked its way onto her face as she stared into Wormwood's hazy eyes, unbelieving of what they had just done.
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