"These are all expensive clothes, and lingeries must be really expensive if they're made entirely out of lace, right?"

"Well yeah, I think they are. Expensive I mean."

Cinnamon rifles through the various outfits. Lifting all sorts of overly embroidered gowns and ruffled dresses out by carved wooden hangers, presenting them up for my inspection. I shake my head at each. The closest she's come to finding lingerie is a rather elegant blue corset edged with turquoise and a pair of undergarments, which fits my personal description of bloomers to a tee.

"As for what they are made from, is not a rule or anything that they have to made of lace. I mean I've seen all sorts of materials used. Cotton and linen, but the sexier outfits tend to be made out of stuff like silks and leather."

Cinnamon is getting annoyed, sucking her teeth as she searches in vain. Trying to match any items to my descriptions of all things risque, from push-up bras to garter belts and babydolls. Booty shorts and g-strings.

"Lace is just what I usually think of, I guess. And bright colors... like blues and greens. Purples. Mostly red though." My eyes wander around the room and the word tilts ever so slightly, my vision playing catch up.

I've finished off my third, or is it fourth? glass of wine and have been enjoying the pleasant heat and sensitivity that its bought to my skin. I still feel weaker than my new normal from our battle with the Blyght, but the cold-like symptoms I'd had are just about gone. Instead, I feel loose. Happy. And just a little bit little light-headed.

Vitality Save vs Alcohol (Wine): Fail!

Condition:[Drugged] Special Effect: [Inebriation-Stacking Effect]

Inebriation Level: [Tipsy]

[Wits: -2] + [Stun: +5] - Duration: [2 Hours]

Ongoing Conditions

Amornel Nut (Spice): Effect: [+2 Vitality] - Duration: [2:45 Hours]

Secondary Effect

Condition:[Drugged] Special Effect: [Aphrodisiac (Mild)]

[Wits: -1] - Duration: [2:45 Hours]

Rejuvenating Soap: Effect: [+2 Allure] [+1 Mana Point]- Duration: [7:30 Hours]

Brian Status: HP 10 / 12 Stun: 19 / 14 (22) Mana: 2 / 4 (10)

Allure: 25 / 23

Wits: 10 / 13

Vitality: 10 / 10 (15)

There's a confidence in my guts and I gaze at Cinni as she huffs cutely, jamming a dress back in the wardrobe. She then leans over to pull open a drawer.

Her frantic searching has caused the shirt she's wearing to hitch over her fluffy bunny tail as it twitches in agitation, allowing a glorious, teasing display of her tantalizing bottom.

"I guess they don't have any." Cinnamon stands and jams her crossed arms under her breasts in discontent.

Seeing her dismay I push off of the wall I've been holding up and sidle over behind her. Pressing my body close to breathe in the lavender scent drifting off her hair and skin.

Cinnamon coos a little as I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her tight and push my groin against her firm bubble butt. Looking over her shoulder I nudge a few of the hanging outfits around, using it as a pretense to grind against her body.

"Yeah, I guess it would be a long shot." It really did suck. I’ve never had a girl wear lingerie for me. If anyone had the body for it it was Cinnamon. My mind wanders as I try and picture it. Gripping the drawer I slide it open a touch more, idly lifting some of the folded clothing. I wobble my head a little, grinning at the slowed-down vision.

A flash of red catches my eye.

"Hold on." My fingers hook the edge of delicate lace and, as I dig it out, I can't help but lick my lips.

“Hey, Cinni-buns…?”

*******

"Brian? Is--is this how it is supposed to look?"

I've gone back into the larger bedroom while Cinnamon has been getting changed. Waiting eagerly. My imagination running wild on just how delicious she's going to look in the nearly hidden, tucked away lingerie I'd found.

I'm not disappointed.

Sex in mortal form steps into view around the edge of the doorway.

Lava hot, with more than a few healthy spoonfuls of sexy meets slutty in the design, Cinnamon could easily be modeling the newest Valentine's day line in a Victoria Secrets or Fredericks of Hollywood catalog.

The plunging V of the top dives belly button deep. Crisscross straps lift and plump breasts that were already formed from fantasy to a state of perfection that even computer edited, airbrushed plastic surgery can't match.

Bright red lace just transparent enough to give a hint of dark nipples underneath. All hugging skin so smooth it makes satin jealous.

She turns, and if the front wasn't enough to get me standing at attention, the view from behind actually makes me lean over in an attempt to release the painful pressure strangling the snake in my pants.

Under the garters clipped at her thighs, her athletic legs are wrapped in spider-silk sheer stockings. My eyes lock onto her peach-like ass, marveling at the way it hides the thong, the only visible material consisting of a tiny decorative triangle just below her twitching bunny tail.

Cinnamon looks over a shoulder and her auburn-tinted chestnut hair falls away from her neck, catching the sunlight pouring from the window, highlighting her with golden edges of shine.

"Brian?" Cinnamon bites her lip, looking nervous at my lack of response "Am I wearing this correctly? It was a little confusing to put on."

"Yeah…" I finally manage to stutter, trying to get moisture back to my suddenly dry mouth. "Yeah, you’ve got it on right, all right."

Cinnamon perks up as her fears lessen.

"I think my legs look really nice in these... high-heels shoes? But it feels so strange walking in them."

It could easily be her bunny rabbit balance compensating, but if she was at all unsteady wearing the shiny six-inch red leather pumps I would have never have guessed. As far as I could tell the way she moved one would think that she'd been strutting around in stilettos for years.

"Do you like it?" She licks full cherry lips in that shy demeanor that has my Johnson threatening to rip free of its cottony confines. Did she put on makeup? The dark mascara and glittery eye shadow certain seems to confirm my suspicions.

"I mean... do I look like one of the playbunnies in this?"

"Playboy bunnies, penthouse pets. Centerfold or supermodel. Cinni-baby, you make all of them look like day-old leftovers."

"Pets?" Cinnamon squirms and her already dilated eyes expand even more. "You're not just saying that, right? I don't look stupid, do I? "

"God girl! You are killing me. If you can't take my word for it, how about him?" I motion with my eyes to the straining bulge between my legs.

Still squirming in place, her eyes lock onto my crotch like the targeting laser of a drone strike.

"If it's that uncomfortable..." Cinnamon bites her full lower lip, "Do you... want to take it out?"

(Passive) Insight vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

She is just as horny as I am, maybe more so. I know what she wants me to say. It's written in her posture, in her shortened breath. The swell of her breasts straining at the, slightly too small, therefore expertly sized, push-up bra.

Lust takes control of my tongue.

"You made it like this." I nod my head at my groin. Leaning back on the bed I motion her forward with a curling finger. Then, in the deepest, sexiest bed-room voice I can muster, growl, "You do it."

Charm vs Cinnamon Butter + Situational Bonuses: Extreme Success!

Biting her lips, squeezing her legs together, Cinnamon takes a single step closer, then in a shocking move that makes my breath hitch, sinks to her knees and crawls over to me on all fours.

Bunny tail twitching above shifting butt cheeks, breast swaying seductively Cinnamon slides herself over my thighs until she reaches my waist. With my pants so tight, my length bunched and tucked she struggles to release the Kraken. It bounces free with such force it almost seems like it might fly right off my body. Cinnamon takes the hot smack to her lip without complaint. What a trooper. Now exposed, free from his prison, Gargantua swells. Somehow, inconceivably, growing harder and jumping in time to my heartbeat.

"Feel what you do to me." It's not a question.

Cinnamon swallows and takes the queue. Since one hand alone is now unable to circle me completely I tell her to use both.

"Look at me, Cinni. Tell me how it feels in your hands."

"It's big... and heavy." Cinnamon's wide eyes look up into mine. "And hard."

"And why is it like that?"

Cinnamon pauses, shyness heightening her sexy.

"Well?"

"Because of me."

"Why?"

"Because…"

"Say it."

"Because you find me sexy… and I'm... your pet play bunny..." She is gripping me harder. Emboldened not slowing in her steady her double-handed pumps.

Her words, the feel of cool air on my length, the feel of her fingers around me. I groan. My skin is flushed. Hot. Sensations heightened to an unnatural level. Even my already impressive girth seems enhanced.

Where her fingers touch my skin it feels hot and tingly. Then burning cold. Like she is running an ice cube made of fire over me and cooling it with a breath freshener mint.

What the hell? I've been turned on before, and though not very often, drunk too. And I know that something isn't right here. What is it? I have never felt anything like what my body is experiencing. I'm too hard. Too sensitive. Too...

Deduction: Success!

"Cinni. Those herbs you ground up. Are... they an aphrodisiac?"

Cinnamon bites her lip. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling. Breasts teasing and tantalizing in their half-covered lacey state.

"Umm. Maybe a little. It's a bit of a side effect. But they really are good for bolstering a person's constitution." She says in a hurry, "Mixed with food it can be used to help prevent poisoning too."

Crap! No wonder I wasn't thinking straight. Not only was I tipsy from the alcohol but I'm hopped up on some kind of Spanish fly Viagra too! And if I was this turned on…

Damn my stupid ass… I kick myself over and over, trying to shove the lust back into the bottle. What was Cinnamon thinking?

Insight vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

No. I know exactly what she is thinking. She's starving and my prize-winning eggplant is just the starter on the all you can eat Brian buffet. Pun totally intended! However, she isn’t looking to fill up on that particular appetizer course. Oh no. She fully intends to manipulate me until I give in and she rides me raw. She has me literally in the palm of her hand, and she knows it. But, without Kryst and her sex magic manipulations it's just too risky.

"C-Cinnamon, we can't." Flushed, pulsing, a tad drunk. Definitely drugged I try and recollect my senses. “Baby, stop...”

Condition: [Drugged] Special Effect: [Aphrodisiac (Mild)]

Wits Save: Fail!

Her hands pump at me faster now, her eyes glued to the motion as if trying to commit the image to memory. A look that's easy to recognize as it the same one that is surely written on my face as well.

"Don't you want me too?"Cinnamon looks up at me with bunny rabbit, puppy dog eyes. "I thought you liked it."

"You know… that's not the reason." I groan, the wall of resistance steadily crumbling with each twisting stroke. Wanting nothing more than to concede to the centerfold model beauty literally begging to blow me. "Kryst said not too…"

"I'm fine. Really! We don't need Kryst. I know how to do it now."

"Understatement of the friggin century." I mumble.

Bashful yet with prideful tint, at my implication, Cinnamon glances up and smiles. I reach down to cup the side of her face, trying to get her to see reason with a soft gentle touch.

Cinnamon coos a little and pushes her head to rub her cheek into my palm, then she twists. In less than a second, she maneuvers her mouth to suck my thumb between her lips.

The shock-wave trembles up my arm, across my chest and back down to my groin.

Feeling me jump and pulse in her hands Cinnamon bobs a bit faster on my thumb nibbling on it as she stares into my eyes with unspoken promises, Examples of what my other, more sensitive body part, could be experiencing.

I glance over at Kryst's plant igloo. From the little bedroom completely hidden by leaves I can hear the tiny snort and wheeze of the Gleam snoring in her stupor.

Condition: [Drugged] Special Effect: [Aphrodisiac (Mild)]

Wits Save: Fail!

"Okay," I surrender in a whisper, "But only for a…"

I get no further as apparently, that's all the approval Cinnamon needs.

Releasing my trapped thumb from between her soft lips her head lowers, and her tongue laps at the underside of me. The aphrodisiac coursing through my veins skyrockets my sensitivity up to eleven. A rush of heat sparks over my skin like an electric current.

"God, Cinni. You're so good." My eyes roll back as her tongue starts to travel upward...

"Good girl. Good--"