Morina and the Switched Spell: Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Love's Cavity.
Author's note: This was such a lengthy chapter that I decided to divide it into two parts. "Buttered buns" will be in chapter 12.
27 May 1944, Saturday.
For the fifth consecutive day, we were conducting bombing raids in Northern France and Western Germany. Although war never has any routine, we were forming a sort of pattern daily.
Amanda, with the help of the memory spell, learned to read and memorize all the necessary manuals and code books essential for the communication station. I thought that she wouldn't leave her alone with Lee before she achieved this.
Amanda's relationship with Lee also caused some positive changes. She was more focused on communication and no longer teased Lieutenant Fisher. She also became calmer and more serious with me. Agatha observed this during her regular visits to check on us. She gifted Amanda another bottle of contraceptive potion to replace her diminishing stock.
"I'm going to need to start charging you guys for this so I can restock," Agatha complained.
"How's your relationship with your new roommate?" Amanda inquired.
"OMG, that enchantress is insatiable! She comes back late from work after drying Captain Keith's wick and then goes to the pub to pick up men. At first, it wasn't bad because guys would treat us to free meals and drinks, but last night when they realized Penny would do them for free, the food and drinks stopped, and they started hitting on me as I was with her," she grumbled.
"That's terrible! What are you going to do?"
"Perhaps I'll try to work out a timetable with her. Maybe I can teach her the dart scam. But all her sexual activities remind me of how lonely I've been since I've cooled things off with Nigel," she lamented.
Even Agatha wasn't the only one dealing with amorous flatmates. With Lee and Amanda spending their evenings together in the communication tent, I had to find a place of my own to unwind. So, I joined the guys of the 5-1-2 Squadron for supper and spent the remaining hours with them by their campfire. One night, even Major Locke came by. The soldiers shared their stories about their families and the girls anxiously awaiting their return. At first, some of the guys were annoyed that Lee wasn't joining us. However, they realized it was easier to open up and share their sentiments and tall tales without him present.
The guys asked for my opinion about what girlfriends like and dislike, in relationships. I shared my viewpoints, emphasizing the significance of listening to a woman's desires and expectations. But I also expressed my errors in the past, confessing that each woman is unique.
I was thinking of John and my day at the Ayresdon manor when I spoke of this. I couldn't stop thinking about our time in the woods by the gazebo and wondering if I should have seized the opportunity when we were alone. It seemed that by hesitating, I had lost my opportunity, and by now, he had probably moved on and found someone else.
I occasionally considered taking one of these pilots aside and losing myself in uninhibited passion, hoping to shake John out of my mind. But previous experiences warned me that the opposite situation would transpire; I would feel guilty alongside my regret. Furthermore, I was gradually forming close bonds with these boys. Having a distraction lover would feel like engaging in a forbidden act akin to sleeping with my brother-bittersweet as it ever was.
D-Day was swiftly approaching, meaning no days off. Saturdays and Sundays were just additional working days. None of us knew exactly when D-Day would occur, but everyone was aware it would transpire within the following few weeks.
Thus, there we were on a late Saturday afternoon, wrapping up our logs and reports. All the planes had returned, and the pilots were in their debriefing meeting when a familiar voice rang out from outside the tent.
"Hullo, may I enter?" the distinctly British voice enquired.
"John? Is it truly you? Come inside!" I said, ecstatically.
He looked as handsome as usual. He wore his RAF Air Chief Marshall uniform, which was royal blue with a light blue shirt and navy-blue tie. His smile brightened when he noticed me. Despite being surrounded by Amanda, Lieutenant Fisher, and the switchboard corporal in the tent, I had to hold back for a bit longer.
"Good afternoon, Your Excellency," Amanda, the lieutenant, and the corporal welcomed.
"Please accept my apologies for addressing you so informally, Your Excellency. I had no intention of disrespecting you," I acknowledged.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I'm touched by your familiarity, Morina," he responded.
"May I be of any assistance to you? If this is official business, I can tend to it right away. Otherwise, we should be done here within 5 to 10 minutes," I announced.
"It's not official. I'm here for a personal matter. I can wait outside until you finish," he explained and exited the tent.
I rapidly completed my work, and I followed him out.
"Would you like me to suggest an alternative to having dinner in the mess tent, if you're interested?" John asked.
"Anything would be preferable to flavorless K-rations. What did you have in mind?" I inquired.
"A private picnic outside the airfield. I've obtained permission from Colonel Drummond. Come with me," he said.
"Let me inform Amanda that I won't be here for the rest of the day," I interjected.
Inside the tent, I informed Amanda of my intended absence.
"Take some birth control concoction before leaving," she whispered while grinning. The lieutenant and the corporal were still present, and she didn't want them to hear about the potion.
"Amanda!" I exclaimed in shock before lowering my voice. "This isn't that sort of date. He just wants to take me out for dinner."
"Come on, Morina! You two have clearly sexually attracted to each other. I saw how you looked when you returned in that golden dress after a day with him. Besides, this isn't just a dinner, it's a private picnic," she whispered back with a mischievous smirk.
I considered her words.
"Well, I'll take the contraception potion, but not because I want to have sex with him. It's-it's simply a precaution," I answered quickly.
"R-i-i-ight. Just a precaution," she said, still smirking.
"Shut up, Amanda," I said, trying to suppress a grin.
Once I returned outside, John led me to his black Rolls Royce. We drove to Penny Night's cottage on the outskirts of town, and he removed a blanket and a large wicker basket from the trunk, placing them on the table indoors.
"I can light a fire if you spread the blanket on the floor in front of the hearth," he proposed.
Soon, a fire blazed in the hearth, and we sat together on the blanket in front of it with the basket.
He opened the basket and brought out a bottle of pinot noir and several different cheeses: Camembert, Gruyere, and an Essex cheese called Bure. After pouring the wine into the two glasses carefully stored in the basket, we enjoyed wine and cheese, along with fresh spring carrots and celery from his gardens.
That proved to be only the first course and was followed by a spring salad with lettuce from the Ayresdon Manor gardens as well as Olga's mustard vinaigrette dressing.
Once the salad was consumed, cold cuts of beef and ham, both thinly sliced, were served. They were eaten with Olga's freshly baked rolls that were still a bit warm. A spicy homemade mustard accompanied the meat and rolls.
For dessert, John extracted a tin can with a bowl-shaped puff pastry shell inside, which he named a "Puis d'Amour," or "Well of Love," if my high school French memories served me correctly. He poured a rich, creamy sabayon mixture into the pastry shell from a separate container. There were whole strawberries immersed in the sabayon.
"This is Olga's adaptation of a French classic pastry," John explained. "In France, the pastry would be smaller and have strawberry jam at the bottom and a pastry cream on top, but Olga packed the cream and strawberries separately to keep the flakiness of the puff pastry intact."
He picked up a strawberry with his fingers and placed it between my lips. The strawberry was ripe, and as I swallowed it, the juice erupted into my mouth, along with a surprising taste: chocolate! Olga had filled each individual strawberry with a milk chocolate center! After drinking the strawberry's contents, I licked the sabayon cream off John's fingers.
One night, John opened a champagne bottle to accompany our Puis d'Amour meal, and we fed each other strawberries while sipping wine. We drew closer and closer together, sharing passion-filled kisses. He placed a strawberry between his teeth and offered it to me. I planted my lips on his and we chewed on the fruit together. Intertwining our tongues, we tasted the delicious combination of sabayon and strawberry juice.
"Morina, since meeting you a week ago, you've been all I've ever thought about," John whispered.
I shared the same sentiment. "Last week, after horseback riding and dinner, I didn't have the courage to reveal my feelings to you. The intensity of my emotions frightened me," I answered.
Unlike any high school crushes I'd had, this was different. John had always been considerate towards me. He even returned after I rejected him. I trusted him and yearned to give myself to him. "Oh, John, I–" I stopped speaking.
Despite my wish to control myself, I gave in to my desire. I grasped his arms, urging him to undress. Struggling to undo his shirt buttons, I sought the curves and ripples of his back muscles. His shirt discarded, he unbuttoned my garments and tore off his own shirt before discarding it. He probed my skirt's buttons, while I concentrated on the front of his trousers.
Finally, our chests met as he removed my shirt and released his belt. His shirt dropped behind him, and my hands instantly sought the flat muscles on his lower back. His eyes devoured mine as I beheld his naked body. His pecs, made of his perfectly sculpted abs, bore the twin peaks of his significant back muscles.
We broke the kiss to catch our breath. I was ready to touch his member, but he stopped me. With tender care, he unbuttoned my skirt instead. His arousal was undeniable as he slid my skirt and panties down my legs.
I stepped out of my garments, now exposing my naked form before him. He gazed at me adoringly before helping me lay on the floor. His lips met mine for another kiss, while his hips gyrated against the dampness of my pubic area.
He lay on top of me, lifting me off the ground. My arms encircled his back, pressing his body against mine. My nipples hardened in the cool night air, aching for his contact. I felt his warmth and hardness against me. I shifted position so his breeches and briefs separated us. Feeling his naked chest against mine, my groin gushed with desire, securing his body close to me.
Placing his lips on my collarbone, he licked, kissed, and sucked, heading south towards my drenched waist. My fingers found his horns, their energy pulsing in my grasp.
"Breasts," whispered John, kneading them.
I moaned into his mouth, my nipples now rock hard – a contrast to their former flaccidity under the strict confines of my bra.
Briefly breaking away, John withdrew from me. I fumbled for his zipper, releasing his manhood. I took him between my fingers and moaned softly in his mouth.
Connections: Puis d'Amour, drink, strawberries, wine, passion, kiss, saying how one has thought about someone since meeting, emotions felt, horseback riding, dinner, taking time to reveal feelings, John's horns, love, trust, control, concealed desires, sensuality, undestanding, physicality, passion.
The unfolding of their increasing intimacy intertwined with hints of their previous encounters, John's tenderness built the foundations of trust as he encouraged Morina's openness towards him. The underlying fear of revealing deep, raw emotions is embattled with excitement as their connection matures. Multiple kisses of seduction and arousal as physicality wavers between them, leading to an altered tempo. Their first true acknowledgment of each other's desires is highlighted through alternating displays of affection, which invokes the hidden emotions of both Morina and John until a moment of passionate surrender.
- staring 15,5 seconds at my naked forms, undoing my clothes with an urgency, unzipping his own trousers, tingling in my chest and groin, I struggled for control, pulling up his shirt to intimately caress his back muscles, licking John's lips and tongue tantalizing me, his horns vibrating in my hands, kissing his neck, my hips nudging his erection, his selfless gestures, his alarmingly immediate emotional response to me, admiring his muscular chest, working down the buttons on his breeches, undoing his shirt with fumbled fingers, kissing his clitoris, oral sex implied, looking at his horns, in the afternoon during suitors, our first encounter.
Then he halted and lifted his head, ensuring he caught my gaze. He grinned and descended until his lips were near my left nipple. He shook his head, causing me to relinquish his antlers. Only now did he reveal his tongue, swiping upwards against the sensitive underside of my nipple.
"Ohhh!" I moaned, hunching my spine, offering my entire areola.
He swiped several more times before engulfing the nipple in his mouth and caressing my cheek with his teeth.
Rhoshes of delight boomed in my mind and trickled to my clit. I held his head to my bosom, pleading for more. He caressed and tormented my nipple with his teeth and tongue before relinquishing it and gently exhaling his warm breath against it.
He moved to my right breast, pressing those soft kisses over the surface of my pliable mound, inching closer and closer to my sensitive areola. There he paused again, meeting my gaze with his mouth hovering over the nipple.
He nonchalantly licked his tongue against the underside of that firm nub. He replicated this playful teasing repeatedly. "Ohhh," I moaned, closing my eyes and delicately tugging him by his antlers imploring him to engulf me with his mouth as I moaned aloud. At that point, he enveloped my areola with his lips and embraced my nipple between his teeth in a tender chewing motion.
"Ohhh!" I moaned, as my hands convulsed against his antlers.
I thrashed and contracted, pressing my open vulva against his naked torso, leaving a slippery "kiss" of luscious moisture around his navel.
With my nipple secured between his teeth, he elevated his head, pulling, lengthening my breast from my chest as far as my skin would allow before expelling it from his mouth and perking it back into place, exacerbating the agony and delight that emanated to my clit.
"SHIIIT!" I yelled at the ceiling, clutching his head tightly in my hands.
I arched my back and inhaled deeply as my form tightened to absorb the intensity of sensations from my breast and nipple. John smirked surreptitiously to himself as he observed my agonized ecstasy. He retained a stationary position until I relaxed my legs and back, subsequently returning to the ground, gasping heavily.
He positioned his lips beneath my breasts, carefully kissing and licking my sensitive flesh, tracing a route between kisses, tiptoeing towards my "puis d'amour." However, even there he led me on, kissing and licking the inside of my thighs while I continuously quivered and moaned beneath his lips, clenching my core, and pleading for fullness.
He cradled my buttocks with his hands and lifted my rump from the blanket, unveiling me like a flower about to bloom. I clenched again when I felt his breath against my inner lips and entry before his tongue slowly slithered deep within.
"Oh my god," I moaned softly. This sensation was electrifying.
I endeavored to suck him in further, seeking even more of that soothing tongue, but he retained his strength and refused my pleas.
Then he swiped again.
"OHHH!" I moaned, tilting my head back. My stomach muscles contorted so vigorously that my shoulders detached from the blanket, pressing my rump cheeks down against John's palms.
I perceived his breath against my clit whilst he waited for me to relax and lay my shoulders back onto the blanket. Again, he left me in suspense, and I anticipated to feel his tongue consume yet another scrap of my "well of love," but in its stead, he opted for a more primal pleasure as he thrust his tongue against my sensitive anus.
"EEEEAAAH!" I shrieked as I convulsed. I felt a spout of liquid against my inner thighs and the pungent aroma of my cum saturated the area. I arched my spine and shut my legs firmly around John's head, overwhelmed by my orgasm.
My body continued to shudder as I was consumed by my cocktail of orgasms. John rigorously stiffened his tongue and pierced it into my sodden hole.
The sensation was excruciating as I squirmed and squirmed, ultimately tugging my heels into the blanket and pushing myself away from his invading tongue.
My chest heaved as I consumed great amounts of air. When I recuperated, I witnessed John sitting back on his heels, grinning at me. His face and hair were drenched, and my stench was clinging to his nose. The silliest mug on his face.
He looked so amusing with that cum-drenched visage that I chuckled, and he laughed with me. We continued to laugh until I abruptly ceased and swung upright, scrutinizing him intently. All inhibitions I had vanished. That emotional dam had exploded, and my emotions cascaded forth. Like a kitten, I zealously licked his face, incessantly tonguing his forehead and eyebrows, subsequently his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and finally his lips. I withdrew and contemplated his eyes once more, then illegitimately kissed him with every emotion I was experiencing.
This went beyond a mere physical fascination; I felt a powerful, deeper connection with him. It required physical, emotional, and sexual expression.
He responded with equal passion, and we embraced each other, kissing fiercely. We began playing with each other's tongues before I regained control, pushing him onto the mattress.
I then removed his trousers, pulling down his underwear along the way, while he lifted his hips, letting me take them off entirely. His erection sprung free, throbbing with droplets of pre-cum.
His magnificent cock - I estimated around seven inches in length and as thick as a large English cucumber - stood proudly. The tip wept with pre-cum, and I lusted over it. I slithered up his legs, grinding my nipples against his thighs, causing me to quiver so much I clenched. I glanced up, meeting his gaze before enveloping the base of his shaft with my hands. To drip the glistening pre-cum-coated tip.
I gazed at his member lustfully, watching my tongue run all around the tip, tasting its bouquet, and pointing his sensitive frenulum with the tip of my tongue at the end of my upward laps. I took my time babying his pulsing crown.
After kissing him deeply, he raised himself up on his elbows, contemplating how I was worshipping his willy. I stopped my salacious methods and hesitated. He asked, "What's wrong?"
I apologized and glanced up at his face, then lowered my head, firmly gripping the base of his shaft with my hands. I licked around the head leisurely, keeping my lips tightly clasped at the base while tongue-lashing the crown.
I entwined his frenulum with my tongue, making him jump slightly. He sighed and arched his back before groaning over the ceiling. My smile broadened at his approving reaction. I enveloped his large head with my mouth and inched him in and out, tasting his salty pre-cum.
Feeling enhanced, I pushed him deeper into my mouth, stroke after stroke. I fondled his testicles while he brushed my hair back, further inciting my slurping.
Finally, when he was about to release, he pulled to his chest, "I'm about to blow. I want to cum inside you."
With watery eyes that leaked from earlier emotions, I maneuvered towards his face. He held my head, caressing my cheeks. I said, "I'm ready when you are."
His silky, bare torso was now stretched across the bedsheets while I straddled his hips, proudly showing off my wetness. I carefully rested his erection against my swollen lip. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself onto his broad member.
He groaned as he saw his shaft straying between my parted mound. I stopped, glanced up at his eyes, and inhaled deeply, relaxing my inner muscles before sinking onto his heaven-sent cock. Saliva leaking, I held steady as I felt him fill me. He admired his cock penetrating me in total darkness, still nestled inside my vagina.
His head tilted back, and his fingertips moved to his chest, putting his wrists in my hands. I'd shows him his cock's suction marks when we both bucked off our breaths. "Do you want my hands?"
"Yes."
Glancing up and retrieving his wrists in mine, I guided his fingers to gently fondle my large tits, squeezing them tenderly as we moved. I rocked gently over his shaft, excited at his heightened pleasure from groping me.
Later, I leaned my chest into the crook of his arms, balancing on my knees. His cock slipped in and out of me, and he could feel my wetness coating it while our climaxes reached their peak. The pressure within me heightened, and I started panting between movements.
"Cum with me," he breathed. I gained strength and pushed into him, grinding my pelvis onto his thighs. His hands worked my breasts frantically, making it difficult to release the wave building inside me. I shivered and passionately arched my spine, then came into him.
He thrust his hips while I inhaled deeply, focusing on his tags at my core's climax. "What was that?" he asked.
"You turned my motherhood into something visceral."
I fell onto my elbows, pressing myself against him, chest to chest, face to face, and lips to lips. I pressed up against him intensely, making my nipples tingle. I kissed him fiercely, sticking my tongue in his mouth.
"Umm," he grunted before pulling away slightly to breathe, "Oh, oh, OH!"
He arched his back, lifting me off the ground as his body became rigid. His heated semen filled me, causing me to experience ecstasy.
"Ahhh—" I drew in a breath as I climaxed.
We hugged each other tightly as we shared our climax, not being able to distinguish whose body was shaking or if it was both of ours.
When our orgasm stopped, he lowered his butt onto the floor, and I felt content, revitalized, fulfilled, but also a bit disappointed that it was over. I remained on top of him, resting my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. I looked into his eyes and kissed him gently on the lips before resting my head back on his shoulder.
We stayed like that for a while, reveling in the warmth of his naked body against mine and feeling his heartbeat against my chest. His penis gradually softened within me, and I attempted to squeeze him back to life, but this merely forced him out of me.
He leaned over and kissed me again.
"Thank you," we both said at the same time, chuckling at the shared emotions and words.
He moved his arm to hug my shoulder, and when I moved to hug him back, I felt our leftover fluids seeping from me. I got up promptly and ran to the bathroom, covering my hand with my hand to avoid dripping on the floor.
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. Afterward, I went back to the main room to find John getting dressed. All indications of dinner and our lovemaking had been removed. Even the smell of sex was gone. I glanced at the clock to see that curfew was only 30 minutes away.
When he saw me, John stopped and came over to kiss me.
"You're fantastic," he remarked.
"You are, too. I don't know what to—"
"Hmm," he said, pressing his lips against mine, "There are some things that are beyond words."
He kissed me, and I nodded and began dressing, "sanitizing" my soaked panties before putting them back on.
"Can we do it again?" he inquired as we walked back to the airfield.
"I'd like to," I replied.
"Tomorrow evening, then," he said with a grin.
***
When I approached the communications tent, I saw Lee exiting the entrance.
"Morina, I heard you went on a date with Lord Ayresdon! How did everything turn out?" he inquired.
"Ohhh...okay," I said dreamily.
"I see," he said, smirking.
"I enjoyed myself," I said pleasantly.
"I'm glad you had a good time," he replied.
"I did. Did you?" I inquired pleasantly.
His grin quickly changed into a malicious one.
"Well...I...spent time with Mandy," he mumbled sheepishly.
"Mom will monitor Mandy's area, so make sure you return her quilt to my locker."
"Ouch! Pleasant dreams, brother," I said, laughing as he headed back to his camp.
Inside the tent, Amanda was still in her post-coital high. She was sitting at the edge of her bed half-dressed, her hair messy. The tent reeked of sex. I clicked my wand.
"Fumigate!" I chanted.
The only odor left was the persistent smell of the waterproofing on the tent canvas.
"Amanda, I'm pleased that you and my brother entertained yourselves while I was away, but could you at least tidy up?" I asked.
"Oh, Morina. How was your date?" Amanda inquired, noticing me for the first time.
"Fantastic!"
"Fantastic? Really, how fantastic?"
"Let's just say I took precautions," I replied, giggling a little.
"I imagined so!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Amanda, our encounter was private; it's just between John and me."
"If you tell me, I'll tell you what your brother did to me if you won't share what you did."
"Ew. I don't want to hear about that," I said, making a scrunched face.
"Alright, then. In that case, I'll share what your brother did to me if you won't share what you did," she said with a sneer.
"You wouldn't dare!" I replied, laughing.
"Try me," she challenged.
"Okay, fine. He did a lot of stuff to me," I said.
"Oh, Morina, I knew it! Tell me what John did!" she exclaimed with excitement.
"I'd rather not talk about it," I said.
"I will tell you what Lee did to me if you don't tell me," she promised, beaming.
"So you're blackmailing me?"
"Tough," she snarled.
"Alright, fine. Your brother did some pretty dirty things to you," I said.
After that, Amanda and I discussed our experiences.
"No way? Following my spellcasting, I settled on my knees and took out his substantial phallus. I was so eager to pleasure him with my mouth that I stuck it in there and—, with a mischievous expression," she shared.
I told her to halt. "Alright, if you insist," I relented, giving her a brief recount of my night.
Amanda would promptly interrupt me at specific points and inquire about the erection's girth, the sensation during intercourse, and how skilled he was, amongst others. I should have anticipated this. I addressed the kissing query but remained silent about the rest.
"Amanda, you're such a sex-starved sorceress. Alright, I'll give you some information," I relented.
Amanda begged, "Morina! Spill the beans. Tell me!"
"Nighty-night, Amanda. We must awaken early the next morning," I said, stretching before turning off the lights.
"What about his length? Was he over 6 inches? More over 7? What about 8?" she pressed.
"Nighty-night!"
"Possibly nine inches?"
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