Secret Service

Nox was sitting in the car, his anxiety levels through the roof. If this didn't work, he was doomed. His entire life would basically be over. But if it did… He glanced over to Catrilla Bella, the most gorgeous witch in the whole coven. Only her daughter was arguably more beautiful, even though it was a matter of taste. Catrilla had silky brown hair, tanned skin, and curves to die for. Her eyes were focused on the street ahead, and he was unsure what to say. He had to say something. He needed to stall this. If the potion she drank actually worked, it would take effect slowly and steadily.

"So Catrilla…"

"It's still Miss Bella for you," she corrected him.

He gulped. "Sorry, Miss Bella."

Silence. Finally, she asked, "What?" 

"Oh… Erm… I-I need to pee. Can we stop somewhere? It's really urgent!"

"Damn, I knew you were afraid, and rightly so. But I'm certainly not letting you piss your pants in my car. You did enough damage tonight. Here comes a McDonald's. You can go there. Unbelievable…"

"Thank you."

"… You're welcome."

She drove into the parking lot of the McDonald's and parked the car. Nox hated places like this, but he had other things to worry about.

"You're not coming?" Nox asked when he noticed that Catrilla didn't move.

She was clearly still irritated. "What for? Holding your hand?"

"I mean… I thought…" he mumbled helplessly, "I need supervision, you know?" 

He felt like the biggest idiot on the planet. To his surprise, she groaned, "Urgh, Fine!"

Then she opened her car door and got out. Was this the potion or not? He decided to take it as a tiny glimmer of hope. They went inside the little fast-food joint and found it almost empty, just a few humans around. Catrilla looked visibly uncomfortable, possibly because she was only wearing her nightgown under that coat, or because a witch of her status would rather not be seen in cheap ass normie junk food restaurant. Nox went to the bathroom and took his time. He had to calm himself down; panicking did him no good. If they reached his home before the potion was in effect, he would have hell to pay.

He was still shaking as he washed his hands. 

Catrilla was waiting for him right at the toilet entrance. "All done? Can we go now?"

Why did she even ask? Before, she was just commanding. Was it a sign? He had to at least try to push her boundaries now. Nox collected his remaining courage, taking a deep breath.

"I'm actually pretty hungry right now. I really need something to eat. Would you mind?" He held his breath and stared at her frightfully.

Catrilla gave him an annoyed look and rolled her eyes. "Sure, kid. What do you want?"

He looked at her, floored. Was she serious, or was it just a sarcastic joke?

"Hello? I asked you a question."

He blinked rapidly, coming out of his reverie. "Ehm… Big Mac Menu?"

Catrilla nodded in the direction behind him. "Find us a clean table, then. I'll be right back." Her voice rang kind of resigned.

She turned around to the counter, and Nox found a place in the back where nobody would be able to see them. He was completely baffled and could not believe this had just happened. Well, almost.

Catrilla came back and put the tablet in front of him. "There you go. Enjoy."

He didn't even have any appetite from all the anxiety. Catrilla sat down in front of him and stole a fry, as women do.

"I got you a Coke, didn't know what you wanted to drink. Hope that's okay?" She looked at him as if that was a very serious and not a rhetorical question.

"Uh, sure, thanks. No wait…" He had to test this! Now or never. "I... I wanted a Sprite, actually." He looked at her with uncertainty.

Catrilla looked at the cup for a moment that seemed endless to Nox. "Oh…" Then she slowly got up from her chair. "I'll be right back then."

It worked! Nox was so thrilled. This was proof! Catrilla Bella was officially under his spell! Sure enough, the witch came back with a Sprite and put it on the table. "There. Sorry, I got you the wrong one first."

He smiled. "Don't worry about it, Catrilla. Can I call you Catrilla?"

She looked at him, not showing him any emotion, and said flatly, "Sure, why not?" As if she suddenly couldn't care less what he called her.

"Wonderful. Want some fries?"

They shared his fries, and Nox ate his Burger as slowly as possible, while his mind was racing with new possibilities. This was just the beginning. 

"Can you tell me something, Catrilla?"

She looked at him curiously. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, when I was in your basement earlier and checking out your book…"

She cut him off, "You mean when you went through my personal stuff and tried to sneak me a love potion?"

"Yeah… I mean, it didn't work anyway, right? But like… There was a potion in that book that I didn't really understand. Can you explain to me how 'Secret Service' works? And what's with that name anyway?"

"Oh, that is one messed-up potion!" Her whole moody attitude was suddenly gone, and her eyes sparkled as she explained to him. "The name is kind of stupid, to be honest, but they all have names like that in this book. 'Secret Service', 'Curious Cravings', 'Slumber Slave', or your personal favorite: 'Amorous Adoration'. In the end, all of those potions can basically get you lucky if you don't fuck it up. 'Secret Service' has this name because it is very cunning. In the beginning, the potion doesn't have any apparent effect at all. The substances take their sweet time to get into the most subconscious parts of the brain first. The victim usually doesn't notice any change at all until it is way too late. After some time, about half an hour, they will simply start wanting to 'help' their master. They don't have any clue that they act out of the ordinary. They won't really think about it because they can't anymore. That makes them also quite gullible. Anyway, that's the first part of the brain that gets affected. In these early stages, they will become more and more tolerant of anything their master is doing to them. You could probably slap them in the face at some point, and they wouldn't even flinch."

Nox would love to try that right now, but he didn't dare. Also, he wanted to learn more.

Catrilla continued her explanation, "So basically, the victim will simply obey, and the urge to be of service will rise steadily without actively feeling any change. By the time they do realize that they are enslaved, it will be way too late. Their master would simply say something like 'I need you to be like that for me', and any residual will of resistance is gone. Some don't even need that at all, or never actually know what happened to them. And of course, once the potion is in full effect, the victim will be nothing more than an obedient slave, prioritizing the needs of their master over anything else. It's a really scary potion if you ask me." And with that, she finished her lecture.

Nox couldn't help but smirk. "Thank you for telling me this."

"Happy to help," Catrilla said, and smiled knowingly. "Anything else you need my vast knowledge for?"

Nox wanted to make sure to give the potion more time so that she would be properly affected.

"I'm curious. Did you ever drink a love potion before?"

„Well, yes, but that's not an appropriate story to tell."

„Oh, please, it would certainly teach me why it's so wrong to use them, wouldn't it?"

„It sure would, but it is a very private story. You understand that, don't you?"

„Of course I do. And I think it would help you to tell me more about it. You would surely feel better if you told me. And you know I can keep a secret, right? You can trust me."

Catrilla paused, and Nox was afraid he pushed for too much too soon. What he said wasn't subtle, and after what she just told him, it could be rather easy for her to connect the dots right away.

To his relief, Catrilla let out a sigh and said, „You're right. I really need to talk about it, and I know you can keep it a secret."

Well, she was certainly right about becoming gullible.

"Once upon a time, I met a foreign sorcerer. He was from Sweden, tall, and strong, with blonde hair like an angel. I felt a connection to him from the moment we met. He talked me up, and I was intrigued and excited. I remember clearly how giddy I felt when he invited me to a drink. That drink turned out to be dosed with 'Amorous Adoration'. Therefore, everything I told you so far about him is not true." 

"What do you mean by that?"

"Amorous Adoration doesn't just make you fall in love. It also changes your memories about the person who enchanted the potion. I might have been reluctant to talk to him. He might have been ugly. I'll never know. Once the potion is in full effect, there is no going back. My memory of him and what we did will forever be perfect."

"You almost sound like you miss it."

"Well, to be honest, I do. The love you feel is such a high, such a pure feeling of bliss and lust and devotion. It's hard to face reality after this. It's even harder to find another lover who could compare to that memory."

"I see. So, how did you see him after you drank the antidote?"

"I never saw him again. We spent three days together. Most of them in my bedroom. My sister came over without announcing herself, and he fled. My sister figured out what he had done to me, convinced me to drink the antidote, and that was it. They never found him, and he would be stupid to ever come back here. Anyway, if I were to see him again now, he would still look pretty much perfect to me, but I would not feel this insane amount of attraction and devotion towards him. My memories are still the same, and I still miss him dearly from time to time. It kind of was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me."

"It sounds to me like you had a great time."

"Well, I did, but I was also not myself, Nox. My mind was scrambled. I wanted nothing more than to give myself to him. To serve him in any way he wanted. He could have ordered me to do horrendous things, and I would have done them in the blink of an eye. This potion destroys any free will. After I took the antidote, I felt so ashamed. The things he made me do…"

"I understand. I'm sorry, Catrilla."

"Thank you, Nox. I'm glad I could share this with you."

"So what did he make you do?"

"I… I think we shouldn't go into detail. I thought you understood? It's too embarrassing and very intimate."

"I get that, Catrilla. But I'm just so curious. Please tell me what he made you do. It would really help me understand."

"I… Yes, okay. I'll tell you everything. The first night I took him home, he made me strip naked and cook for him. He treated me like a servant, and I was so eager to be just that for him. It was absolute bliss to pamper him, to give him a foot rub, to feed him, to do his laundry. Whatever he wanted, I was there to do it for him. Always naked, always willing, always smiling. As I said, I feel deeply ashamed when I think about it, but at the same time, I miss it. It's a dreadful conflict I have to live with forever."

"What else? Did he humiliate you?"

"Uhm… No, not really. Under the influence of the potion, you can't feel humiliated if it pleases your master. He used me as a stool to put up his feet while he watched TV. I didn't feel humiliated. I felt useful. You know what I mean?"

"Wow, that's amazing. I mean… fascinating. What an asshole. Please, continue… How was the sex?"

"You are very direct."

"Do you mind?"

"No, it's fine. As you said, I need to get it off my chest. The sex was amazing, of course. Just thinking about it arouses me. It was pure bliss. Every sense of my body was tuned to adore whatever he did. He could do no wrong, whatever it was. And obviously, I let him do whatever he wanted to me. He used me like a piece of meat, and I loved to be that for him. He took me whenever he pleased, and I was ready to serve him with every hole I had."

"Fuck that's hot."

"Yes, it is. Or… at least it was. I'm glad it's over, obviously. But sometimes I wonder how long he would have kept me if my sister hadn't interrupted us."

"He had to let you go sooner or later, right?"

"Well, technically, he could have just told me to come with him. It's easy to disappear and start a new life for a witch and a sorcerer. My sister would have never found us. Maybe that was his plan all along. Or he would have dropped me and moved on anyway. There is no way to tell."

"Wow. That's fascinating. So, do you regret it happening to you or not? I'm not so sure."

"Even though I count those few days as the happiest time of my life, it was also the worst. Trust me, Nox, I would love nothing more than to erase my memory of these events."

"Then why don't you? There are a multitude of spells and potions to make that happen."

"There is a reason. Two, to be exact."

"What are they?"

"The first one is the lesson. If I erase my memory of this, it might happen again. Ever since it happened, I have been very careful about what I drink, and I make sure to always have my antidotes close. That's how I was able to react so quickly tonight."

"I see, so if this didn't happen, my plan might have worked?"

"Probably not. It was really obvious what you did."

"Oh… Okay. And the other reason you can't wipe your memory?"

"The other reason is… I should not forget who Luna's father is…"

Nox's jaw dropped. Luna was the result of a love potion?! So that's why she didn't know anything about her father. And he was from Sweden, which explains Luna's fair skin and her blonde hair! Nox just stared at Catrilla, thinking about everything she just told him. The silence that hung between them made him uncomfortable. The potion was more effective by now, though, so he probably didn't have to stall any longer.

"Let's go back to the car," Nox suggested, got up, and held out his hand. Catrilla took it and walked with him.

Holding hands, they walked towards the car. It was surreal, and he felt like a chicken for not trying more already. 

Once they were inside the car, Catrilla was about to put on her seatbelt.

"Wait."

Catrilla froze. "What?"

"Why don't you take that coat off? You look better without it."

"Oh," Catrilla frowned, "I… I didn't really think about that."

To his further amazement, she took off her coat, threw it on the back seat, and was left with her nightgown. She wanted to buckle up again.

"Wait."

Once again, Catrilla looked at him expectingly. His heart was racing. He slowly reached for her cheek. Catrilla didn't react at all as he stroked her with his fingers. She just looked at him, waiting. He moved his thumb over her lips, and she just let it happen. He moved it between her lips, and her mouth gently opened.

"Suck," Nox said with a hoarse voice. Catrilla kept looking at him and sucked on his thumb. 

"Amazing," he said quietly to himself.

"Wak?"

He slowly pulled his thumb out of her mouth, and Catrilla just continued to look expectantly at him. Nox felt his dick awaken in his pants. There was time for that later. He needed to continue with his plan, and sitting in Miss Bella's car in a parking lot of a McDonald's was never a part of it. 

"Catrilla… can you drive us back to your place? I really need your help with something there." 

Catrilla blinked slowly. "I mean… I guess so… But I still need to talk to your father…." She sounded extremely unsure.

"You know, it would be really bad for me if you did that, don't you think? And I mean… It's like you said: The potion didn't even work. It was badly crafted, and you drank the antidote right away. So no harm done. Right? It would really help me if you didn't tell him."

"Well… I don't want you to get in trouble because of me. Just… You really need to be more responsible. Can you promise me that? And leave the complicated potions to adults!"

He caressed her cheek again with his hand. She was so gorgeous. And the fact that she was completely unaware of what was happening to her was such a turn-on. Nox licked his lips. "Would you show me how it's done?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean the potion. 'Amorous Adoration'. Would you show me how to brew it properly?"

"Nox… we just talked about this. You can't use that potion on people. It's horrible!"

"What if I don't want to use it? I just want to learn from you. And you can teach me all about being responsible. Please?"

"Oh… Well, if you don't want to use it… I guess it's okay, then. You sure have a lot to learn…"

"Thank you so much for helping me with this, Catrilla!"

"Oh, please, I'm always happy to help you, Nox. I also quite like the process of brewing potions, actually."

"Sounds like we have something in common, then."

Nox saw her smile. She sure was excited to help. Catrilla started driving, while Nox was caressing her right leg. She didn't seem to even notice. At a traffic light, he asked, "You really don't mind me touching you there, do you?"

Catrilla looked down at her leg, where his hand was moving slowly up and down. Then she gave him a dumbfounded look. "Why would I mind that?"

He grinned and patted her head like a cat. "Never mind. It's green." Catrilla was looking at the street again, ignoring what had just occurred.

"So what actually happens when you drink 'Amorous Adoration'?" Nox asked, making conversation. "I mean… how does it develop?"

"For starters, it's much more apparent than 'Secret Service', I can tell you that. After a few minutes, the victim will already start to think and feel differently about his or her soon-to-be lover. It takes maybe two or three hours maximum for the victim to be completely under the spell. Their mind is scrambled in a way that they worship anything and everything about their captor, and they will feel nothing but love and, as the name says, adoration for the target. It's unbelievably strong and, like I told you earlier, very hard to reverse once it is in full effect. The good thing, quote-unquote, is that the behavioral change of the victim is so obvious that it's very easy to conclude that a love potion is in effect. That usually leads to the cure for the victim and heavy judgment for the perpetrator. You realize now how stupid and dangerous your idea was, right?"

"Totally." His hand moved up to one of Catrilla's round boobs and squeezed it. She wore no bra under the silky nightgown, and he felt it all. Catrilla did not react to it.

Amorous Adoration

Luna stood in front of the mirror in her black underwear and wondered why Nox had tried to enthrall her mother. Catrilla was beautiful for sure, but they looked very different from each other. Her mother was a bit shorter than Luna, and her light brown skin usually tanned quickly, while Luna's light skin was much more sensitive to the sun. She also had freckles, which her mother didn't have. Mother had brown hair and brown eyes, while Luna's hair was bright blonde, almost white, and Luna's eyes were as blue as the ocean, at least Nox described them once like that.

She always thought he liked her more than he gave away, even though Luna never gave him any hope that he could ever be more than a friend to her. Although she had to admit that he had grown to become an attractive young sorcerer himself. There was no denying that Nox had some special kind of charm about him. Luna felt warm again and noticed a dark spot in the middle of her panties. She slowly touched it and found herself enjoying her touch much more than usual. She let her fingers slide in and was surprised at how moist she was. This was quite unusual for her, but it felt too good to worry about it now. She looked at herself in the mirror as she touched herself, but quickly pulled her hand away as the door burst open behind her.

"Are you kidding me? Still in your underwear? Come on, hurry up, we haven't got all day."

Her mother wore a black dress, showing lots of cleavage. She always liked to show off like that, as a lot of older witches did. Luna was not ready for this yet. She preferred the image of a pure witch since she still had her innocence and didn't plan on losing it anytime soon. Luna hurried to her drawer, quickly switched her wet panties with dry ones, and pulled out the corset from her closet. She hated that thing.

It was a long red dress, gothic style, decorated with small black ribbons and patterns. The dress itself was beautiful, but Luna was never able to identify with it. She wore it once two years ago on her mother's orders for a sermon and never again since. She received many compliments and praise for it, but she had trouble breathing for hours and felt like an object. Like something for other people to stare at. She told her mother she would never wear this again, and up until today, her mother has never asked her to. 

"Do I really have to, mother? I hate this so much!"

"You have to look like a proper woman today, not like a child. Now do as I say and put it on."

Luna huffed, "I am so sick of this. I am old enough to decide for myself!"

Catrilla gave her a look that frightened Luna. Instead of arguing, though, she suddenly smiled. "I have an idea. You want freedom? You got it. If you let me handle everything about your look today, I will never tell you what to wear ever again."

Luna looked at her suspiciously. That deal sounded almost too sweet. Three hours of suffering, and after that, she would be free forever? "You have to promise."

Catrilla smiled knowingly, "I promise, my dear. After this, I will never have a say anymore in how you look."

Luna thought her mother sounded strange, as if she was hiding some hidden terms, but they shook hands, and the deal was made.

Suddenly, her mother was on fire. Luna donned a simple white, but low-cut shirt and then pressed herself into the corset. Her mother magically tightened the ropes. Luna saw her breasts rising in the mirror as they were pressed up and squeezed to her chest. They looked too big in this, she thought, but it was only one last sermon, and then she was free. She also had to wear her red high heels. She never wore them of her own free will, but her mother had made sure that Luna knew how to walk properly in them so that she was prepared.

"Sit down," her mother ordered, and Luna sat in front of the mirror of her dressing table. Catrilla whispered a spell and waved her hands a few times while Luna saw her face changing in the mirror. The rings under her eyes disappeared, and she felt her skin refreshing. Then her cheeks started to subtly blush in a flattering magenta tone. Her mother waved her hand a few times as Luna's lips took on a different color with every wave. Her mother jumped through different red tones over black and purple. She finally stopped at a dark lilac. "Perfect."

Luna looked at herself in the mirror and could not complain about this color. It matched the rest of this whole charade. Then she heard her mother casting again, waving her hands over her hair. Luna saw her messy shoulder-length hair straighten up and shine as if it had been thoroughly brushed and treated. Then, to her surprise, her mother let it grow. While her new sprouting hair slowly climbed down her back, it also started to merge and turn and twist until her head was framed in a beautiful French tiara braid. Her hair stopped growing at the height of her belly button. Luna asked her mother, "Don't you think this is a bit too long?"

"Absolutely not." Catrilla beamed at her.  "You look perfect. And besides, this is my last hurrah, so I had to go all in."

Luna rolled her eyes theatrically, but smiled as well. "Okay then."

"Oh, forgot something." Mother waved her hand, and a shiny, lilac band of fabric appeared in her hand. It flew so fast over to Luna that she didn't even have time to react. The band wrapped itself around her neck, and Luna had to look in the mirror to see what had happened. It was the same color as Luna's lips, and in front, the band had tied itself into a big ribbon. She wanted to say something, but didn't even know what anymore.

Luna got up and studied herself in the big mirror again. She certainly looked like a woman now. With her hair, the corset, the heels, the ribbon, and the lipstick, she almost felt like a powerful adult witch now. It was like looking at someone else. Did she really want to become this? She couldn't see it. Yet she looked undoubtedly attractive. There was no denying that she would turn heads left and right at the sermon later. She wondered what Nox would think of her like that. Would he see that he tried to seduce the wrong Miss Bella?

"How do you feel?" 

"I'm okay," Luna shrugged. "I just have to survive this corset for a few hours. I'm also a bit fuzzy, even though I slept so long."

Catrilla gave her daughter an encouraging smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "You'll be just fine, you'll see. And you look perfect."

Luna also felt still quite aroused, and the warmth between her legs was silently demanding her fingers, but she decided not to share that information with her mother. "How much time until we leave?" she asked instead.

Mother checked her watch. "Fifteen minutes. I'll see you downstairs. And don't change a thing, or the deal is off!" 

Luna sighed and looked again in the mirror once her mother left and closed the door behind her. She imagined herself entering the sermon like this. How the whole coven would see her, watch her as she walked graciously past them. Xander and all the other boys would stare at her intimidating beauty. She imagined Nox watching as she told Xander she would be his partner at ascension. She smiled triumphantly at Nox, who approached her in front of Xander. He would apologize for what he did last night and beg her for forgiveness. He would say that he finally saw clearly now. That she was always more than just a friend to him, and that he was an idiot not to see it before. Luna would tell him it was too late. She was done waiting for him, and he made the wrong choice. He took her hands, confessing his love, leaning in for a kiss. Luna opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror, one hand caressing her neck, the other one rubbing her sex under the skirt. Her bosom was visibly rising up and down with every breath. Luna didn't understand. She was soaking wet. She has never felt such arousal before. 

Something was wrong with her! The thought shot in her head like an alarm signal, and she instantly knew she had to tell her mother. Luna had no idea what exactly was going on here, but she had to tell her mother nonetheless. It was a strict rule to follow: 'If you feel odd or out of the ordinary, you have to tell me immediately. You might be uncomfortable, embarrassed, or you might think it's insignificant, but you have to tell me. Never forget that.' Luna left her room, still breathing heavily. She felt hot. She felt so hot, all she wanted was to touch herself. "Mother, I think somethings wro…" Luna stopped after three steps down to see Nox in the entrance hall, talking to her mother.

They both turned around at the same time, and Luna felt completely frozen at his sight. Nox's jaw dropped, and he looked like he saw a ghost. "My gosh! Luna, you look absolutely stunning!"

Luna didn't know how to process this. She felt so many things at the same time. A jolt of happiness rushed through her as soon as she saw him. She was also very pleased with his reaction to her outfit. It was just what she hoped for. At the same time, she was angry that he tried to seduce her own mother with a love potion. This did not change anything about her mysterious arousal, but she wasn't able to talk to her mother about this discreetly right now. She had bigger worries anyway.

"What are you doing here, Nox?" she tried to sound cold, but wasn't sure if she did. She didn't feel cold at all. She took a few more steps down the stairs and towards them.

"I came over to apologize again to Miss Bella. I… I did something stupid, and I am quite embarrassed about it, to be frank."

"I already told Luna all about it," her mother replied. "If I were you, I would also apologize to her. She seems to need that quite more than I do."

Nox nodded and looked at Luna's feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking."

Luna frowned. She was ready to tell him to get lost, but she could not bring herself to do it. He made a step towards the stairs and looked up into her eyes. "Please, Luna, forgive me."

The blonde witch swallowed hard, mesmerized by his deep, beautiful eyes. "I accept your apology," she heard herself say in a meek and soft voice. She was angry at herself for letting him off the hook so easily, but this was Nox, after all. She simply couldn't help it. 

"Thank you." Nox smiled. "I'll make up for it somehow. I promise." Gosh, he looked so handsome when he smiled. Luna was nervous. She wanted to say something cool. Something cheeky. But nothing came into her empty head. She just smiled stupidly at him and nodded while a high-pitched, "Uh-huh" left her lame mouth. He made a step back, and Luna came down the remaining steps, unable to take her eyes off him.

"I'm also here to see you, to be honest. I thought we might finish our studies, since you fell asleep yesterday. My dad is okay with me skipping this week's sermon to catch up. Since ascension is next week, you know?"

"Is that true?" Mother asked. "Are you behind on your study plan?"

Luna managed to turn to face her mother. "Yes, a bit, but there's really not much left to do."

Catrilla gave her that scanning look when she was unsure if she was being lied to. "I want you to be properly prepared. Are you sure you don't need to study now?"

Luna looked at her, anger flaring up. "Yes, mother! I mean, seriously, after all this?" She pointed at herself and turned around, feeling like a doll on a platform. "You want me to stay home and study?!" She looked at her mother, shaking her head in disbelief.

Nox noted, "Well, I wouldn't mind."

She looked at him and saw his grin as he checked her out again. Luna blushed. She noticed that he finally looked at her with desire. He was actually attracted to her, staring at her ripe bosom. The thought was exhilarating. Nox attracted… to her! Luna felt hot again and happy. And then it hit her. What this meant. What was about to happen if she finally turned on her brain again and played this right.

"It's up to you," Catrilla said, resigned. "Come to the sermon with me or stay here and study with Nox. Just make up your m-" 

"I'll study with Nox!" Luna announced quickly and sounded way more excited than she wanted to. She was once more smiling at him, and he was smiling back. She felt her heart beating faster in her chest. She barely heard her mother speak again.

"Well then, I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun, you two."

Luna was still smiling at Nox as her mother left. 

"You truly look gorgeous," he said. "I hope you don't feel overdressed studying like this. I mean… Of course, you can change if you want, but… You look really… Just wow."

Luna was in heaven. She would most certainly not change her outfit. Now she was truly happy about the deal she had made with her mother.

They went up to her room, and Luna remembered that she had forgotten to tell her mother something. But she didn't remember what it was. It felt really important at the time. Luna shrugged it off and was just happy that Nox was here. They didn't even have much more to study, thank god. She was just so aroused whenever he was around that she could barely focus anyway. She took her book from the shelf, opened it, and peeked at Nox, who was browsing through the chapters. Luna licked her lips. Her sex felt warm and moist as she looked at him. Just as always.