Marlin stomped over to the smashed test-tube, and the tiny label marking it's contents. Though his stomp didn't convey much anger, as her hips pistoned, and her rear rolled. Carefully picking it up, she started cursing once again, her fingers shaking as she read the label.
It confirmed what he'd... she'd suspected, dreaded. It was an earlier draught of his perfection potion. It was intended partly as a joke, a present for the king as a punishment for a courtly lady... or even lord. It hadn't ... He hadn't ... it wasn't meant to actually be used, let alone with him as the lucky recipient.
However, the warmth she was feeling... in the pit of stomach, an itching, need was building. She was feeling the first effects of female arousal. A squeak of surprise slipping out, it was more intoxicating than he'd imagined. She found her hands wandering unbidden to cover her crotch. Though, as they rested there, a further gasp slipped out, as she probed and confirmed she was fully functional.
Afraid where those naughty fingers would lead she snatched them away, folding them awkwardly beneath her bust. A bust that bounced enticingly at the impact of her arms, at their folding. Every damned thing made them move, even stamping one foot in frustration. She tried focusing on remaining still. Her breathing was enough to keep her aware of the girls.
The wider, softer more sensitive nipples were brushing against the loose clothes. Combining with the potion, it was making them stiffen, and press against the baggy shirt, even now poking forward, their shape undeniable, their need unquenchable. She wanted to squeeze them, to roll them between her fingers, to caress them. A whimper of need slipping out, as she imagined the sensations. This whole thing was so damned distracting, she couldn't concentrate. A wave of jealousy flooded her, she tried to extinguish it. If this was how the courtly ladies could feel....
She told herself, it was down to the potion, all due to that cursed broken test-tube. But that didn't make the emotions any less intense, her needs any less powerful.
Her plain coarse wardrobe wasn't suitable for such tender flesh, such flesh needed proper care and attention, proper support.
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