Bookworm Stew
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Simone took a deep breath as she finally stepped off of her broom from the long flight all the way from Spain. Of course, she could have taken the boat back… but that… public vacation vibe just wasn’t quite right for a proper, introverted witch such as herself. It had been nice to step out of her comfort zone, and thrilling to be the open bane of a town, not to mention enjoy a delicious, pan seared virgin at the end of it all. Still, she was a traditionalist. Some time to herself in her forest cabin was well earned after all that hexing.
 
 
As she stepped into her quaint little wooden cabin, greeted by the scent of her favorite tempestatio daemonum flowers, she took a deep, cleansing breath, and threw the trophies she’d kept from the nun she’d enjoyed recently into her locked bedroom chest. It was definitely time for a staycation after her vacation. There was one person however, who she was quite keen to touch base with again. Slender little Desiree Demarkez. The adorable little red-haired librarian she’d been teasing for some time now. Despite all the cruel little spells she’d cast on the girl over the years, she was almost positive that Desiree had developed something of a… crush on her. While Simone was the furthest thing from a romantic, a bit of betrayed love added a good zest to any meal, and the fact that Simone had spent so long fostering this antagonistic, stockholm-esque relationship with the silly human added a feeling of investment, like raising a pig from a piglet to finally enjoy the fruits of her labor.
 
 
That was definitely something for next week’s Simone to consider though. At the moment she was still more than full, after enjoying the leftovers she’d saved for the flight, a good long night’s rest sounded absolutely heavenly… or… hellish, more appropriately in her case.
 
 
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Desiree took a good long whiff of the new books that had come in that morning as she settled them into their new homes on the shelves. Print might have been dead to most people, but not to her. There was something about holding unmoving, physical words in one’s hands that reading on the internet just couldn’t hold a candle to. Something magical.
 
 
Magic was something that the cutely four-eyed girl was quite fond of as well. Stories and documentaries of witches… sorcerers… and alchemy would absolutely pull her in for hours on end. Both fictional and otherwise. When a suspiciously green woman who matched the legends of the town sorceress started showing up nearby, it had been a dream come true to her.
 
 
The witch had made sure to point out she wasn't really there for the literature. If that statement had come from… anyone else, Desiree might have taken offense to it. This… magical woman had captured Desiree's attention so thoroughly however that she convinced herself she could do no wrong. When Simone later added that her coven's repository was much more expansive, and also included rich magical tomes, Desiree was hooked. Was this obsession unhealthy? Probably. Did she enjoy it far too much to avoid sinking deeper? Definitely.
 
 
Sure… Simone had a tendency to send magical breezes in her direction to flip Desiree’s skirt in front of patrons, and… sure she frequently told her how tasty she looked, but she told herself that that was just Simone’s way of… being friendly. Most witches lived far from society after all, and didn’t quite get societal norms or… what was and wasn’t acceptable in public. To be honest… it was all so novel that Desiree found the little disruptions exciting more than anything… even if they were more than a little embarrassing for the shy girl. Why else would the witch come to see her so often? Sure, the library had been built on the edge of the woods that had been rumored to be her territory, but no one could be that petty. Right?
 
 
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Simone could most certainly be that petty.
 
 
Humans were so noisy. Always trying to expand. Always sticking their nose where it didn't belong. Why… if she hadn't found such a delectable looking model working there, she might have just cursed the ground underneath the place to slowly turn to swampland. That would convince the humans to keep their bothersome electricity and machines away for another few years, at least. For now however, she didn't want to scare that adorable little sow away. Patience was something humans lacked these days. So dependant on instant media to keep them entertained. She, on the other hand, could hold her handof cards close to her chest for a long time. Usually anyway.
 
 
It had been a short few days since Simone had returned home, and while a few snacks kept her satiated initially, she was really starting to crave something a bit more… substantially magical after all that long flight had taken out of her. Nothing could beat a sweet human soul for that, and one morning she decided on a whim that it was time to cash in that bit of bookworm stew she'd been working on for so long.
 
 
She waited until she was sure the crowd at the library would have calmed down, then flew through the orange, waning sunlight to her quarry's place of work. It was time to play one last round of games. She made sure to enter through one of the windows, rather than the door, not letting Desiree know she'd arrived. With a quick whisper, she invited a soft, yet directed breeze to enter in with her. One that actively sought out a certain, shy bookkeeper.
 
 
Desiree's yelp came from the other side of the building. Perfect for allowing Simone to sneak through the rows of old paper.
 
 
“Th-that's strange.” Desiree, pushed her short, white skirt back down over her wide hips, and adjusted her round glasses as she looked around. “Must have left an AC vent on…” Of course the girl could feel it in her nethers. Her witch had returned to tease her again. Simone seemed to enjoy a game of cat and mouse, and Desiree was more than happy to play along. It was a lot easier than directly talking to her crush after all. The awkward human held a small pile of books against her tiny chest, feeling her heart begin to pound. What should she say if Simone found her?
 
 
Simone’s witch hat poked slightly above the height of some of the shorter shelves, like a shark fin piercing the surface of the sea. For the moment, Desiree continued to play dumb, letting her heartbeat be her focus as she waited to be taken. Was this the time? Would Simone sweep her off of her feet like in so many of the romantic tales she’d enjoyed over her lifetime? For the moment, she allowed herself to remain teasingly out of reach. Always finding one excuse or another to move to the next shelf just in time.
 
 
The dance had somehow helped Desiree to feel alive, in a way that she felt only her witchy seductress could. Neither of them would clearly lead, nor would they follow. When would be the right time to break step? She had no clue, but trusted Simone to telegraph exactly when it was time to press on.
 
 
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Desiree felt a wave of heat wash over her, almost as though Simone was standing right above her, breathing down heavily. She’d kept her part of the game for some time, somehow always able to slip into one little nook or another, but now Simone had managed to push her into the corner where her desk rested. What was more, the witch’s movements had ceased to playfully serpentine, instead moving directly towards her with every turn. This was it. Though Desiree had spent every moment planning what she’d say… How she’d tell the witch that she wanted to know her more… Now she felt only anxious anticipation.
 
 
The dust beneath her kicked up into a large cloud. Despite the fact that she’d meticulously cleaned the place just last night, Simone had managed to conjure up a bit of a screen to hide her final approach. It was when Desiree felt something coil up around her ankles that she knew she’d been finally captured. The motions of the creature at her feet were smooth, and perfectly circular, as if a large snake were threatening to squeeze the life out of her. Yet… when the particulate settled, there stood the form of her love, staring only a few inches from her, into her eyes, as if they could see into her soul.
 
 
Desiree had cut her hair recently. Rather than the long, straight, crimson waterfall that Simone remembered, there was a mid-length bob, with flat bangs over her rectangular glasses. The witch was a bit disappointed. Scarlet maiden hair was a good alchemical ingredient, but really it was a cute look befitting a petite girl. Not to mention that would make it easier to keep hair out of the broth, with the recipe Simone had in mind.
 
 
“Well well well. What have I, here?” Simone’s tone was perfectly pitched, as if she were singing an old folk song as she spoke. “A sweet young thing, my forest so near~”
 
 
Desiree’s heart leapt into her throat. She was really doing… the witch thing, all for her! Her voice, in contrast, cracked and sputtered with nervousness. “Wh-who? Me? Oh ma’am… I-I’m only here f-for my job…”
 
 
“A job to trespass? Your employers are boorish.” Simone spun around Desiree’s form, forcing the girl to hold the book she was clutching closer and closer to her chest. “Such a sweet young lass. Placing you near me was foolish~”
 
 
“Oh…” Desiree bit her lip as tingles shot up her spine. “Wh-why is… that?”
 
 
Simone's tongue flitted out in a serpentine manner, and she let the pregnant anticipation stir within her prey for some time. This one was infatuated with her. Misplaced love like this made for quite the magical broth~
 
 
“Mmhhh… Because, my sweet.” she finally began to answer. “I'll be taking you with me… To be, my treat~”
 
 
Desiree didn't even have time to process that before the witch scooped her up into a princess carry. The childish squeak she gave as she was lifted seemed to amuse Simone. She grinned wickedly, and hefted Desiree just high enough for her to wrap her arms around the witch's neck, then lifted her head to give a loud whistle.
 
 
Suddenly there was a loud hum that filled the air, as something whirred through the bookshelves. Unconcerned with the numerous books it was pulling out in its wake. Seconds later, Simone's broomstick whirred up behind her, stopping quickly enough that it would have given someone whiplash, if they were on it.
 
 
Simone quickly sat down the moment it stopped, and bent her calves inwards to grip the magical brush in the bend of her knee. She then tapped the floor twice, and looked into her captive nerd's eyes…
 
 
“To this place, I think we'll bid adieu. Oh my little bookworm, I've such plans for you…”
 
 
Just like that, the broom then carried both of them out a nearby window, and up, up just above the forest's canopy. Desiree could only hold on for her life as leaves and birds whirred by in flashes of color that might have made a private jet jealous. It was a frightening, yet exhilarating experience she wouldn't forget for the rest of her life.
 
 
Simone would see to that…
 
 
Some minutes later, the broom slowed down, just over a small clearing where a quaint little log cabin waited for them. To Simone, this place was of course home. To Desiree however, it was a romantic getaway, exactly how the city girl had imagined from numerous saucy novels.
 
 
Once the broom had gently let both of them down, Simone did the same for Desiree, letting the girl get her ground legs again for a moment. There was no need to restrain or force her inside. Even if she hadn't been deluded into being willing for the moment, where would she go if she did run?
 
 
“There, my sweet…” Simone gently took Desiree's hand. “Would you like to see a real witch's house? Would you like to… experience true witch culture?” Her tone downturned somewhat ominously at that question, but Desiree didn't seem to notice, or mind.
 
 
“Y-yes ma'am!” was the girl's answer, as she enthusiastically nodded her head. “I can't believe this is really happening!”
 
 
Simone slinked through the door first, in a fluid motion that almost made her look like a wash of black and green ink. Desiree followed shortly after, with much more cautious, respectful steps. She was a guest after all, and the last thing she wanted to do was offend this woman. For multiple reasons…
 
 
Inside, the girl was taken by pleasant surprise at the quaintness of the witch's home. Aside from the odd, macabre decoration such as a few skull candleholders or… the magical creatures strung up to dry near one window, the place was every bit the romanticized old-world styled home.
 
 
In fact, in her blind adoration Desiree had conveniently overlooked some of the more egregious red flags, such as the chest full of “trophies” Simone inadvertently left open in her bedroom. Or the perfectly human-sized cage that dangled near the needlessly large brick oven and comically sized iron pot in the kitchen.
 
 
Simone watched the girl walk the hall, stealing glances at everything she could. It amused her to no end how she didn't even need to enchant the young fool. Not yet at any rate. When things started to get hot, she'd no doubt have to pull some tricks, but for now… Desiree was a fish, swimming willingly, yet ignorantly into an alligator's mouth.
 
 
“Say my dear… How would you like to stay for dinner?” she asked rhetorically. “I won't take no for an answer~”
 
 
“Really?” Desiree's heart leapt into her throat. Was this… a date then? “I-I mean I don't want to impose…”
 
 
“Nonsense, deary. Nonsense.” Simone gave a toothy grin. “In fact you'll be helping me, just by being here.” There was a long pause before she spoke again, as something else occurred to her that she could do. One final little thing to have Desiree walk blindly into to round out her ignorance. “And… now that I think about it, also by helping me decide just what to make tonight…”
 
 
“W-well… it'd be pretty rude of me to decline then, wouldn't it?”
 
 
“Such a sweet young thing…” Simone replied, keeping up the ruse of amicability just enough to keep that metaphorical carrot dangling just in front of Desiree's mouth. “So… is there anything my delightful little librarian has been craving of late?”
 
 
Desiree slipped to one side as she considered her options. The last thing she wanted to do was pick something obscenely difficult and be a burden. Then again… picking something too casual would seem uninspired and boring. After what was probably far more self-deliberation than was really necessary, she eventually landed on an old favorite of hers. Something her mother used to make to brighten any day.
 
 
“H-how about some kind of… stew?” she offered.
 
 
Simone nodded her head, then snapped her fingers to summon a raincloud that began filling the cauldron at the center of her room. “An excellent suggestion my dear. Hearty and filling~”
 
 
Desiree beamed, confident she’d made the right decision. “W-well… is there anything else I can do to help?” she then offered, wanting to keep up the positive momentum.
 
 
Simone smiled. This was far too easy. “Well, if you insist… you can start by pouring a bit of that container into the pot. Would you?” she then asked, indicating to a small jar on the windowsill.
 
 
Desiree quickly sidled to the window and obediently snatched the jar up, looking over its light brown, powdered contents as well as its label.
 
 
“Dried Femme Broth.” she read aloud. “Huh. Is Femme a witch brand?”
 
 
Simone did her best to hold in her laughter. For such a well-read girl, Desiree wasn't all that bright… “Something like that…”
 
 
“So… the whole jar then?” asked the girl.
 
 
“Evilness, no.” Simone lifted a hand in a “stop” gesture, and had to look away to hide her humored smile. “Just about half.”
 
 
It took several moments for the witch to regain her composure, at which point she left the kitchen for her larder. Inside, the potatoes had begun searching for the soil again, but the carrots remained well enough behaved. After placing one hand on a hip, she made a stern “come hither” motion with the other, which caused both groups to leap into the air, all the way into the pot. Seemingly, all of their own accord.
 
 
With another snap, now that the cauldron was three-quarters full, the raincloud vanished into a wisp of steam, and Simone set about cutting several cloves of garlic that had been drying at the nearby window. “Tell me deary, are you familiar with the concept of… soul magic?” The question was as casual as Simone could be. Like making nothing more than whimsical conversing despite the ominous sound of the subject.
 
 
“Umm… only as it pertains to fiction.” Desiree answered. “Just… junk made up by humans. Haha…” Her nervous laugh was absolutely adorable to Simone. It was almost a shame to be rid of her.
 
 
Almost.
 
 
The witch's speed with a knife, as she cut up the veggies and tossed then back in, was to be admired. Not that Desiree didn't already admire her. She watched with a somewhat morbid fascination. “S-so… how does soul magic work?”
 
 
“Oh… It's rather simple actually.” Simone threw a potato into the air, and came down on it with her knife like a ninja. Both halves plopped into the pot, splashing Desiree as she continued to speak. “Eating creatures with a soul tends to produce a much… much larger burst of magic, with much more potency. The larger the soul, the more the return~”
 
 
“Heh… I g-guess it's safe to say you're not vegan then?”
 
 
“Afraid not… my dear…” By now Simone was deliberately testing the boundaries of just how much she could get away with this one. She notably began to eye Desiree's body up and down.
 
 
For the moment, the librarian didn't seem to connect the dots. Whether it was willful or genuine ignorance didn't matter. “So uh… where's the meat then?”
 
 
“Oh. It's around. Only the small manner of preparing it remains, you see.” With that, Simone bent down to blow a few magical embers into the logs beneath her cauldron. It didn't take long for them to light completely, and in even less time passed before the room began to warm up, notably.
 
 
Simone made a fanning motion in front of her face. “Oh bother and demons… I keep meaning to expand that chimney.” she thought aloud. “Deary, just to let you know, it's going to start getting very hot in here. You don't mind if I… get a bit more comfortable… do you?”
 
 
Desiree's face went red as an apple. “Y-you mean… I don't… I mean… if… If you're… okay with it…”
 
 
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Though Simone had never been one for showboating, at least in this sense, she did feel a brief rush of sensuality as she moved to further tease the poor girl. Prurience went hand in hand with hunger for her, and this was all part of the prep…
 
 
First, she gripped the wide brim of her hat, letting her blonde hair lift for a moment in its wake as she gently placed it aside. Desiree then watched with filling wells of her namesake, as the witch proceeded to grip the hem of her black dress and lift.
 
 
“I knew I should have sprung for that… magical ever-ice one of my sisters were selling…” Despite the fact that Simone made the whole show out to be for the sake of staying cool, there was a strongly sexual downturn to her tone. Internally, she was laughing at how quickly her proper librarian was turning into a wild dog in heat. Externally however, she was exactly what Desiree needed to sink further into blind compliance. “It’s only going to get warmer, as the cauldron heats, deary.” she warned, never changing her pitch. “Perhaps you should… join me…” Just as the witch finished her suggestion, she raised her dress up and over her head, letting her hair fall back against her shoulderblades.
 
 
It all appeared in dreamlike slow motion for Desiree, who still wasn't quite sure this was all real. It felt as though something heavy sat in her nervous throat, preventing her from speaking. As a result, she merely nodded her head in response to her hostess's suggestion.
 
 
While Simone's motions were fluid, and serpentlike, Desiree's were stiff and janky, like a malfunctioning machine. She bent over on a sudden motion to pull off her shoes and socks, then clumsily slid her skirt down to her ankles. Next, as she watched Simone rest a shoulder in the windowsill, her nude form on full display, Desiree reached up to unbutton her blouse, missing several times until she forced herself to look down for better accuracy. Once her top was discarded with all the grace of a horny sow, she finally proceeded to sidle her panties down, awkwardly shifting one side to the other.
 
 
The girl was red as mars as she then stood there, on the small platform of fabrics that she'd dropped. It couldn't have been more perfect for Simone. Even if the silly thing were to come to her senses, there was no way she'd run out there, exposed to nature au naturalle.
 
 
Slowly, the witch lifted from her windowsill to make her way towards her prey, while a brief glint of carnivorousness showed in her smile. “Well, aren't these just the cutest things~” she observed aloud, before reaching up to pinch Desiree's tiny chest. Simone often went commando because she liked the way it felt. Poor, flat little Desiree however, failed to wear a bra because she had no need for it, it seemed.
 
 
It was what it was though. Simone loved a good bit of breast meat, but those haunches would more than make up for it all. Genetics had min/maxed the girl, and she was practically the definition of “It'll go to your thighs.” in the best way possible. Seeing her like this now, jitters and all, Simone was left to idly wonder how the girl had even wrestled that skirt off.
 
 
“Hmm… My little bookworm. You're still so darn nervous.” Simone thought aloud, as she circled the librarian ponderously. “Oh, why so infirm? We're bare, the both of us…”
 
 
Once again, Desiree was struck with a feeling that was not unlike being coiled by a serpent as the witch made a lap around her, somehow snagging the glasses off of the girl's face in passing. No matter how much she adored the woman, there was still an overwhelming aura to her. Reasonable feelings, to a creature that could theoretically turn her into a toad at any moment. Still, she'd gotten this far. There was absolutely no turning back now.
 
 
“I-I guess I just don't know wh-what to do next.” she finally admitted after a long pause. “It's… the first time I've ever… b-been this close to a real witch before. Especially not… you know… in her house… with her…”
 
 
“With her what deary?” Simone gripped the girl's arm, and carefully, yet sternly pulled her in. “In the buff? With her attention… all… on… you?” The witch slid down at that and… unable to restrain herself, nibbled absently on Desiree's plump rear for a moment. “Mhh… I can't imagine why I'm your first, but I'm not complaining…” It was getting harder and harder now to hold herself. Simone wanted to polish off the little piglet now. The game had been fun, but it was about to enter its last act. Sure, she might have sprung a cage on the poor girl to fatten her up, as she'd done to at least half a dozen others, but this fruit had been growing on her tree for so long already, and it was time to harvest.
 
 
“Some would say it was a bit selfish of you…” she then added, springing back upright, and gently nudging the girl closer and closer to the cauldron.
 
 
“Wh… Selfish?” mirrored Desiree, confusion and a hint of panic welling up within her.
 
 
“Mhmm~” Simone gave another shove. “Keeping… all this… away from us…” Still another push. Now Desiree was mere inches from the cauldron's lip. “I think… it's time…” Simone kept her hands just close enough to the small of Desiree's back such that she could feel the body heat, but not the touch. She then leaned in to whisper into the girl's ear one last time. No amount of blind love could mask the predatory tone in which she spoke.
 
 
“Time that you paid your debt to witch society~” Suddenly Simone gave one final shove, and with a squeal of surprise and betrayal, Desiree fell face first into the pot.
 
 
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It took the dense girl a full twenty seconds to find which way was up after tumbling in, and another five to collect herself enough to break the surface afterwards. By now, Simone had finished summoning another raincloud to greet her when she did.
 
 
“Wh-what’s happening? Why did you do that?” the confusion in the girl's voice was palpable.
 
 
Simone gently pulled her guest's head back against the cauldron's lip and shifted her hair over the side. She then called the tiny raincloud to instead wash over those ginger locks. As fun as it had been to dunk the dope head first, she didn't exactly want hair in her broth, or for the lovely red presentation to be ruined.
 
 
“Why do you think deary? Because I'm hungry~”
 
 
“B-but…” Desiree wiped the soup from her eyes, and gave the kitchen the most pathetic puppydog eyes they'd ever seen. “I-I thought.”
 
 
Simone pulled the girl's head back even more, so that she could look down into her eyes with a broad, evil grin. “What… you thought a witch was romancing you? I hate to tell you this deary, but that's just not in the cards~ Your chances of finding a good witch with a love for humans are just about slim to none~” With that, she released Desiree, letting her stare forward to ponder what was being said. “Perhaps you should have done a bit more research before taking up a job on the edge of my territory.”
 
 
Desiree simply pouted, trying to process just how quickly everything had changed. She remained there for… longer than she cared to admit, before it occurred to her that she could just… step out. Couldn't she?
 
 
No, she most certainly could not. As if Simone could read her mind, the witch chose that moment to fit a large lid over the well read dunce's head. Just wide enough for her dome to fit though, but not her shoulders. With another snap of her fingers, four clamps sealed the lid to the cauldron, which mercifully hadn't begun to fully simmer yet, and poor Desiree was left entirely trapped.
 
 
“I-I'm sorry!” The freedom of motion the girl had with her lower half made the fact her head was utterly stuck feel all the more panic inducing. “I just thought… m-maybe you were lonely!”
 
 
Simone settled a shoulder to her windowsill as she watched the girl's initial struggles with glee. “Yes. You do a lot of thinking it seems.” she mused. “But none of it seems very smart, deary. Let me ask you this about your thoughts. Why do you THINK I settled in the middle of nowhere hmm? It's not because I wanted to be discovered. If nothing else, at least your little library has provided a convenient hunting ground. I wonder who they'll send next when you don't turn up for work…”
 
 
Desiree was appropriately cowed at that. Simone was right. She'd been so enamored with the idea of meeting a real magical being, that she never really bothered to wonder if that magical being ever wanted to meet her.
 
 
“Now we have the old thinker ticking a bit, I see…” teased Simone at the girl's silence.
 
 
“I-I'll never bother you again Simone! I-I promise?”
 
 
Simone moved around the pot to lift the girl's chin with a single finger. “Oh… I believe it deary. You know why?”
 
 
“B-because you… saw my earnestness in all this?” asked the girl, hopefully.
 
 
“Oh hells no… It's because you'll be gone, put simply.”
 
 
Now Desiree knew what it was like to be completely shattered. She had nothing. No token to bargain with. No relationship to levy. She remained there, pouting as Simone pranced around, still in the buff, as one final line of taunting. Despite it all, the witch was still a specimen of exotic beauty. There was no way to forget part of what had driven Desiree to her in the first place. Frustratingly, this also prevented her from being as angry and hurt as she wanted to be. Leaving only those feelings of lust and fear to remain.
 
 
This was a brew of feelings that Simone always loved. Sexual tension was like a bit of salt to any meat. It was hard to go wrong with it. Of course, there was nothing wrong with adding a bit of her own seasoning, now and again.
 
 
To that end, as Desiree began to jostle in the rapidly warming broth, Simone made her way to one of the numerous cabinets that lined the kitchen walls, and began rummaging through the dozens of bottles inside. Finally, after frustratedly checking and rechecking, her emerald bottom fully on display to Desiree the whole time, she found it.
 
 
“Liquid Lasciviousness” read the label. She'd bought the container, full from another member of her coven years ago, and had since needed to refill it dozens of times on her own, with a bit of love-juice-pickled cat's eye alongside other magical reagents.
 
 
“Ah~ Here we are.” Simone spun around with a flourish that would have made a ballerina jealous. “Desiree, my sweet meat. I'm afraid you're just not putting as much effort into this as I would like. she explained, popping the cork and letting the magical fumes fill the air. “Perhaps it's time for a bit of… performance enhancement, don't you think?”
 
 
Desiree could only watch, and crane her neck away as far as she could reach, as the witch sauntered towards her, bottle in hand. Of course, she had no way to resist, as Simone then popped the bottle between her waiting lips and tilted her head back until every bit of the tangy and yet also strangely fruity potion was gone. Once that was done, all Simone needed to do was watch, and wait.
 
 
“Wh-what was that?” the girl asked, her voice slipping into a desperate whine. Perhaps it was just instinct but… why did she take it?
 
 
“Never you mind your pretty little head, dark deary.” Simone ordered, setting the now empty bottle to one side. She’d need to brew a new batch of the stuff later, but why keep any of this around if she wasn’t going to use it? “You need only concern yourself with being delicious.”
 
 
It wasn't long until Desiree felt something warm begin to stir within her. Something… other than the gradually bubbling stew. At first, it was nothing more than… a tickle, in the back of her mind, but it rapidly grew into nothing short of an absolute need.
 
 
Her senses dulled, except for one, and soon enough she was sloshing around, feeling at her freshly enchanted womanhood like a girl who'd just discovered herself for the first time. Deep down inside, she knew this wasn't the time or the place, but magically drugged as she was, she didn't care. Couldn't care, no matter how much she tried.
 
 
Even as the bubbles began to rise underneath her, signifying that the heat was more then enough to truly begin cooking her, Desiree continued to feel over her flower petals like a girl possessed, in time even grinding several of the largest vegetables her groping hands could find against her entrance in a desperate bid to satisfy the unnatural longing that had taken over her.
 
 
For her own part, Simone stood back for much of the entire time, watching her prey make an absolute slutty fool of herself the entire time. Whether it was the roiling heat or embarrassment at what she was doing that caused Desiree's red-facedness didn't matter. The humiliation and show were absolutely palpable.
 
 
The witch continued to take in the sights for a good half hour, before something finally occurred to her. There was… one final bit of utility beyond a simple meal that she could squeeze out of this one. Her oracle skull had finally given up the ghost… quite literally, the other day, and really… it would be an absolute shame to just… dispose of such a pretty neck.
 
 
In a snap decision she made the call. Desiree, in her onanism filled haze, barely noticed as Simone made her way back to her. Even as the deep chanting she was doing briefly filled the air with a sulfuric scent, the only reaction the girl gave was a dullened glance.
 
 
Once the pact was sealed, Simone proceeded to draw a ring of tiny glowing runes around her prey's neck, still jutting out of the lid just out of reach of the scalding broth. Within seconds, the runes began to glow brightly, and Desiree felt a strange lightheadedness. Not that she was in much of a state to do anything about it…
 
 
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Simone knew that the key to a good stew was leaving plenty of time for the broth to simmer to a smaller, thicker amount than would qualify as a soup. She was more than happy to let her desperate, helpless victim seethe for several hours, cooking away until she was barely even conscious. It was difficult to be sure, given how the girl's body was obscured by the magical pot, but Simone thought she could make out a few… painful, unwanted orgasms on the girl's face as time went on. Now however, it was finally almost time to dig in, and this meal had been a long time coming.
 
 
When nothing but a constant stream of steam escaped Desiree's lips, Simone could be certain that she'd been cooked internally as well as outwardly, and with a single, deep, magical breath, she was able to blow out the flames underneath her beloved cauldron. Following this, she allowed for a good half-hour for her little bookworm to cool to a safe temperature, and finally removed the lid. Poor Desiree's body had cooked to a mouthwatering pink with this method, while her head remained that adorable, original shade, which made for a striking presentation, but also ensured that the girl's noggin was in excellent condition for what she had planned.
 
 
A quick levitation spell was enough to lift the cauldron up and fly it over to the table and large platter that Simone had prepared while waiting. With a gentle nudge, the pot then poured the entire stewed girl onto her back, letting the vegetables pool around and atop her for a positively mouthwatering presentation. If Simone had been more of the social type, she would have been proud to show it off to a few others. For now though, she was more than content to keep it all to herself.
 
 
Those shapely legs were an excellent place to start, and Simone made short work of them almost immediately after setting down. Naturally, Desiree's plump derriere was next to meet the carving knife, and Simone made certain to drizzle generous amounts of broth and… other of the girl's juices into every cut. All the while, those runes that the witch had placed continued to glow.
 
 
Shortly after polishing off half of the girl's rump, Simone decided to act on that spell, in fact. With a single, well-aimed swing of a cleaver, Desiree's head rolled to one side before the witch could catch it. After brushing aside the old, useless skull from her oracle stand, she replaced it, with her recent meal's cute little noggin.
 
 
Immediately the head sparked to life once more, and Desiree gasped in shock. She immediately began glancing around in confusion, before her eyes landed on Simone, who was still nibbling, this time on an arm. Her arm.
 
 
“Wh-what's happening?” It was the only reasonable question really.
 
 
“What's happening, deary…” Simone swallowed loudly. “Is that you're going to be my new oracle.”
 
 
“B-but… I was dead… Y-you cooked me alive!”
 
 
“You're correct~ And then I realized I could still use you… Tell me deary… Should I expect rain tomorrow?”
 
 
Desiree's eyes went narrow, and she felt space fold in front of her. “I-I… There's… a good chance… that tomorrow will be very drizzly… yes.” Her vision then returned to the present. “Wh-what just… happened?”
 
 
Simone grinned, and began slicing off another steak from the poor girl's body. “Well… we'll train you a bit more for that deary. If nothing else you're far prettier, and far more talkative than an old skull…”