As the ashes from the burnt purple paper lingered on the windowsill, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, swirling the remnants of the incantation. They danced through the air like wisps of smoke, drawn by an unseen force. In an ethereal display, the ashes floated gently down, settling softly over the sleeping couple. They dusted their forms with a delicate touch, a mysterious blessing or omen bestowed upon them in the quiet of the night, enveloping the scene in an air of magic and intrigue.
***
I'm enveloped in warmth, the kind that pulls me from the depths of sleep. Blinking against the soft light of dawn, I'm hit with a wave of intoxicating pheromones. My heart races. Noelle?
A series of sucking sounds draw my attention, and I pull back the blanket, gasping as I find him licking me like I'm the most delectable treat in existence. His movements are clumsy, sweetly innocent, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight.
