143 Love & Sex Aren'st Always On The Same Page

"You knew all of this was going to happen?" Melvin said, stepping towards her. Already he could feel himself becoming entranced by the witch, by her beauty and her power, and he shook his head to knock away the clouds and cobwebs that had begun to form there, striving to maintain his clarity of thought. He wanted answers while he still cared to ask questions.

Morgan paused as she chewed the lollipop, crunching it, and then replied, "Not all of it. Your ex wife, for instance. I had no idea she'd have any part to play in this strange, sexual odyssey of yours. The love juice is an unpredictable thing sometimes. But always entertaining."

"What those girls did tonight, that wasn't any effect of love," Melvin said, his brow knitting. No, it had been lust, plain and simple. An animal lust that had nothing to do with a committed relationship between two individuals. Visions of Courtney with Richie's cock in her mouth as she moaned into it, Joey Dangerfield's cock buried deep inside of her, her free hand stroking... all this burned through Melvin's head.

"Well," Morgan said, her eyebrows raising, "You're right. Love and sex aren't necessarily always on the same page. The base of the potion works on love, but that's not what men really want, is it? Just mature and boring love? Nah! This is why I had to add your special individual essence to the potion. To drive the ladies wild. But who could have known that your essence would be so... potent. I've been waiting for someone like you for quite a long time, Mr. MacMuffin."

Morgan flicked away the lollipop stick without looking, and it (unsurprisingly) landed directly into a trash can on the far side of the room.

"Swish," Morgan announced with a laugh. A moment of silence hung in the air between them before Melvin spoke again.

"So it comes as no surprise that I've chosen you," Melvin said, his heart thumping in his chest.

"To be honest, none whatsoever. But that doesn't mean I'm not totally excited about it. Because I am. You're mine, and I'm yours. And it will be forever," Morgan said. She rose from her chair and walked towards him, her arms opening to claim him for her own; the shimmering, black dress that Melvin had first seen her wear the night they had met rippled behind her.

"Welcome to immortality, Melvin. My love," she said, and her lips brushed lightly against his, sending shivery chills scurrying up Melvin's spine.

Melvin leaned into her, and they kissed.

An electric surge of power seemed to flow through him, filling him with something that seemed beyond words, beyond the scope of anything he had ever known, doors of his mind opening to new and incredible depths of passion and need and want and feeling, and he fully realized in that instant, their lips touching, that he had made the right decision.

He remembered his first impression of the witch, that she was his goddess and he, her lowly servant. Had he known the truth even then?

Then she took her lips from his, and the moment was lost. Melvin felt as if something wonderful had just been stripped away, and now he was somehow incomplete. He do anything to get that feeling back and didn't know how he had existed for so long without it.

"You know, I can be anyone you want," Morgan said, looking deep into Melvin's eyes. Even without his glasses, this close up her face was distinct to Melvin, every inch, every pore the epitome of human perfection. Then she changed. Melvin gasped in surprise.

"Courtney?" she offered. And that was who stood before him. In the blink of an eye, she changed again.

"Tina?" And again.

"Brenda? Or Bridget? Or both?"

"You," Melvin finally whispered. "I just want you, Morgan."

He felt as though he had never said anything more true.