Farah Dowling WRITOBER 2O22

Relax. Nothing is under control [YOUR THOUGHTS ARE THE POISON IN MY VEINS #2]

“There’s nothing to be sorry for” you replied, caressing her back. “Nothing at all, Farah.”
She closed her eyes as if she was finding almost impossible to realize that you were willing to… help her. After a deep breath she took your hand and led you beyond the door at your left.
You passed a closed room that you supposed was the bathroom and you entered in her bedroom.
A huge but simple bed was in the middle of the room. Farah climbed on it and you followed her, kicking off you shoes.
She seemed embarrassed, but she wasn’t letting your hand go. She stayed silent.
“What if I just… touch you, for now? You seem to be more relaxed when you have my skin against yours.”
Farah nodded. You could feel her blood thumping in her wrist.
You carefully released her hand and reached for the bathrobe belt, searching for her eyes.
“Okay?”
She nodded again. You undid the knot and slowly opened the bathrobe, your eyes wide in awe. She was a goddess, all golden skin and lean muscles and soft curves. She sat up and you helped her get rid of the robe, letting it fall on the floor. Then she laid back again and turned face down, her eyes pointedly on the wall, as if afraid to see your reaction to her aging body. How could she be so insecure you had no idea.
Unsure of how to start, you simply reached out and placed a hand on her back, letting it run lightly on her burning skin. She exhaled quietly and closed her eyes, relief clearly written on her face.
“Does it feel better when I touch you?”
Your hands went up to her neck, over her shoulders, down to her waist and then up again, rubbing kindly. Her skin was so soft. It was difficult not to be distracted by your own emotions.
“This kind of elixir… makes who is under its action crave skin contact” she explained, and you could hear that she was not very successfully striving to use her professorial tone. Then her voice cracked and she added: “Your touch is balm for me.”
You paused, your heart racing at her words. When you started again, you allowed your hands to lightly brush over her bum as they went down to her legs. She inhaled sharply and you felt her tense. When she slightly spread her legs you couldn’t help but notice that she was already glistening with arousal.
Swallowing, your brought your hands on her slim ankles, than up again, calves, thighs, and back to her perfect arse. You rested them there for a bit longer, admiring her, before going up to the shoulders. Under you hands she had grabbed a pillow and had began to slowly move her hips against the mattress, unable to restrain herself.
You had a fire burning in your belly, a wild beast screaming in your heart and a lake between your legs. You could feel her muscles move under your hands. She radiated heat.
“Tell me where you want my hands” you murmured quietly, trying to calm your heartbeat down.
“I’m so sorry,” she rasped, hugging tighter the pillow, “I am trying to control it, but I… I can’t… please!” she said, her voice strained and needy.
You turned her around, forcing her to look at you.
“Stop saying you’re sorry” you whispered, leaning down to lightly place your lips against hers.
Your hands brushed over her chin, then down to the neck, collarbone, breasts. You fought against the impulse to stop there, because you could see that she badly needed release. You continued and your hands arrived where she craved them.
She closed her eyes, letting out a long groan, and your gaze run to her face. You could only stare as your right hand started to touch her, the left keeping her hip still.
She had the most painful, most aroused expression you had ever seen. Your fingers slowly danced on her, and you noticed her hands clamped hard on the sheets as if to avoid grabbing you.
She moaned, desperate, and begged: “Faster…”
You complied, but she looked more and more in pain. “What should I-?”
You had barely began the question when her right hand closed over yours. She made you increase rhythm and pressure, using your fingers to stroke herself so hard that you were concerned she’d make herself sore.
“Farah, that’s too hard- I will hurt you-”
But she didn’t slow down, and her grip on your hand became only harder and harder as she brutally increased the rhythm until she came. Her back arched, her whole body shaking convulsively, a raw scream coming out of her mouth.
She didn’t open her eyes nor released your hand. She just stayed there, breathless, beautiful and sweaty, keeping your fingers against her.
After a few minutes, you murmured: “Farah?”
She opened her eyes, saw your face and immediately let go of your hand, sitting up.
“I’m so-”
“Don’t say it” you interrupted, putting your fingers on her lips to stop her words. She looked speechless. Holding her gaze, you slowly grabbed your shirt and removed it, letting it fall down. Then you did the same with your skirt, remaining in nothing but your underwear.
Farah’s eyes went wider and wider, her face red with shock and arousal.
When you took off your bra she closed her eyes, murmuring: “Gods, there is no way… you have no idea, you…”
You leaned in and touched her cheek, softly whispering: “Hey. Shush. There’s no other place I’d rather be, do you hear me?”
“But you shouldn’t be here. I couldn’t control myself before, and now, with you… you, of all people… here, almost naked, I-”
“Relax,” you chuckled. “It’s not just you. Nothing is under control here.”
And you kissed her, covering her body with yours, relishing the feeling of her hands on your back.
Then you lowered you head and licked her neck, going down and down with your tongue. When you arrived at her breasts you engulfed a nipple in your mouth and sucked hard – something you had wanted to do since you had undressed her. She moaned, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling your head slightly to move you to the other nipple when the need became unbearable.
You allowed her to guide you, and when she released your hair you knew she felt the pull of the elixir again. Without wasting time, you went down and you were about to put your mouth on her when she stopped you.
“Wait! Are you sure you want to-?”
She was looking down at you. With your head between her legs you held her gaze and said: “Read my thoughts with magic if you don’t believe me.”
You went down and licked her folds once, bringing your hands on her waist to keep her still when she practically jumped at the feel of your hot tongue, shouting: “Gods!”
You sucked her mercilessly, remembering the fast rhythm she had chosen before and replaying what had happened earlier in your mind for her to see as soon as you felt her magic activate. You knew she could feel emotions when she was reading minds: so you knew she was feeling how aroused you had been a few minutes ago while touching her.
Then you started offering her mental images of scenarios you had daydreamed about, scenes you had imagined in your head for years, all featuring her. All the while you sucked her, never giving her a break. You were letting her see a fantasy you were particularly fond of, where your roles were reversed and she was sucking you on the couch in her office. When the imaginary you begged “Don’t stop” Farah came, repeating your name over and over, shuddering and then finally laying still.
“I never imagined that you…” she murmured in an hoarse voice as you brought yourself to lay next to her.
“It didn’t feel right to let you know” you said, placing a hand on her belly.
She started caressing your arm.
“I knew you have an uptight moral code, so I didn’t want to distress you by telling you. Besides, I always knew you were out of my league” you sadly chuckled, trying not to let her understand how much that certainty hurt you. “I had thought that I wanted to kill the two dickheads who did this to you, but actually maybe I should thank them” you added quietly. “’Cause at least I will have this moment to remember. I’m sorry, I know this is very selfish on my part, but I cannot help but think so.”
“You thought I was out of your league?” she repeated, bewildered. She turned her head to look at you.
“Well, yes. Of course.”
Suddenly her face opened in a bright, amused smile. “You’re more foolish than I accounted you for” she murmured as she rolled over you.
“You must know,” she breathed against your lips, “that even with this damned elixir running through my system and clouding my mind, I would have thrown out anyone else. I wouldn't have touched anyone but you. That it is you, you of all fairies… you cannot imagine how much it means to me that it is you who has come to my bed – voluntarily.”
“What are you saying?” you whispered, trembling against her, unable to register the meaning of her words.
“You know what I’m saying” she replied, placing a soft kiss on your mouth. “You have been Ben’s assistant for three years now. You should have told me sooner. I… I never thought you’d have any interest in me, your old Headmistr-”
“Farah, you are anything but old. Especially by fairy standards.”
“Hmm” she murmured noncommittally. “Anyway, point is… you didn’t need an elixir to have me. I actually thought you were way out my league.”
“You’re an idiot, then” you replied, nipping at her earlobe.
“Those thoughts you showed me might have just proved that” she murmured as she took your face in her hands and forced you to look into her eyes. “You know,” she said, “right now more than the elixir… what I feel is that your thoughts are the poison in my veins.”
“I can tell you from experience they take much more time than a simple potion to wear off” you murmured, hypnotized by the emotion you were seeing in her eyes.
“Oh don’t I know that” she whispered, rolling so that you were again on top of her.
She kissed you deeply and put her hands on your arse, pulling you closer. You moaned against her mouth and she bit your lower lip. Then she grabbed your hips and made you rise up a bit, guiding you towards her head until you were straddling her face, your hands on the headboard of the bed.
“Wait, Farah,” you said, alarmed, “you don’t have to do that. I-”
“But I want to do it” she said, smiling. “You have showed me some of your dreams. Let me show you one of mine.”
Her hands pushed you down and you felt the first flick or her tongue. You started trembling, hardly even breathing, your hands clenched on the headboard.
“Farah…” you moaned, unable to stay silent.
She slipped one of her deft, slender fingers in you. You screamed, and she let a second finger immediately follow the first one as she started sucking you hard.
You felt her hot mouth surrounding you and her fingers fucking you and you could only vaguely hear yourself beg for more, Farah, please, faster…
And then you came shouting her name, and you were loud enough that you were sure half of the school had heard you.
You fell beside her, the fingers of your hand entwining between hers, waiting for your pulse to go back to a normal rhythm.
“Gods, Farah. What have you done to me?”
“I wondered if you’d like it” she said, smirking.
“You knew that I’d have loved it” you replied, too tired to come up with a properly sarcastic remark. “As I love you” you said, your eyes closing as sleep started to take you.
“I’m not sure you’ll say that when I will wake you for the fifth time to quench the pull of the damned elixir” she murmured.
“Sure I will” you laughed sleepily as you turned to hug her. “We may have to take a break or two to eat, but I’ll have you know that we have a week-end in front of us. I can stay in bed all the time I want.”
“In my bed?”
“If you still want me here after the elixir’s effects subside.”
“Do you want to stay?”
“Oh, Farah” you whispered. “Wasn’t I clear enough? I wouldn’t mind if you chained me to your bed.”
She hugged you tighter, kissing you as if she never wanted to let you go.
“Don’t give me ideas.”

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YOUR THOUGHTS ARE THE POISON IN MY VEINS - THE END