The Library Spell – 2/4
When the clock struck midnight, no one in the library was breathing normally. The spell was so strong the shelves seemed to sweat along with the readers. It was at that exact moment, between one sigh and another, that something impossible happened.
In a forgotten corner between the history and romance sections, where the carpet always looked more worn, the air began to glow slowly, as if sugar were melting in the light.
At first, no one noticed. But then the smell changed suddenly: the sweetness gained a hint of vanilla, a little chill mixed with the heat, and suddenly everyone felt a wild urge to lick something cold. A faint buzzing, almost like music, swept through the room and, in the blink of an eye, the ice cream shop appeared there, colorful, bright, as if it had always existed in that place. The sign swung lightly, showing off bold golden letters: Gelato del Peccato.
Mila was the first to notice because the air around her grew cooler. A pleasant breeze brushed her thigh, slid up her waist, almost like a caress. She turned around, blinked several times, doubting her own sanity, but the shop was there. A glass counter full of impossible ice creams, showcases packed with mysterious sauces and fruits, a countertop sparkling as if someone had sprinkled glitter everywhere.
The most curious thing was the scent: wild strawberry, dark chocolate, mint, rum, cinnamon, and every other thing that reminded you of forbidden pleasure.
The other readers soon noticed too. The group of friends, who were already giggling softly, became hypnotized by the lights. The guy in the white shirt, still beside Mila, widened his eyes.
"Are you seeing that too, or did I finally lose it?" he whispered, smiling nervously.
Mila laughed, feeling her nipples harden beneath her thin blouse, as if the cold from the ice cream shop was teasing her body.
"If you've lost it, so have I. Because there's a glowing ice cream shop over there and I'm dying to try it."
People began to approach, unsure if it was a dream or some trick of the light. Their steps were hesitant, but their eyes were hungry. Suddenly, a little bell rang, that classic shop sound, but with a different, almost erotic echo. And that's when she appeared.
Zafira Blu stepped out from behind the counter as if she'd been waiting for everyone. Long, straight, light blue hair shining like a summer sky fell over her shoulders, swaying with every step. Her eyes were striking pink, sharp, with a glint like she knew exactly what was happening inside each person's head.
She wore a black vinyl outfit, so tight it seemed painted onto her body, the neckline with lace details looking like it begged for someone to drool over her ample breasts. Her long gloves shone just as much as the counter. And of course, atop her head, a black witch's hat with a blue star-shaped ornament gave the finishing touch.
She looked at each one as if sniffing out desire in the air, her lips parted in a naughty smile.
"Good evening, delicious readers. I think this library needed a spoonful of sin, right?"
The silence was broken by nervous giggles, sighs, and a low moan or two. Mila shivered, but it wasn't fear, it was lust.
Zafira strolled slowly through the hall, her high heels clicking firmly, each step making someone lose their breath. The librarian, who had been hiding behind the desk, now watched open-mouthed, hands clasped, eyes glued to Zafira's waist.
"Who here has ever wished for a new flavor, huh?" Zafira asked, her voice almost a whisper, but everyone heard.
The boy in the white shirt answered before he could think.
"Me. I want it. Anything. Just serve me."
Zafira laughed, stopped in front of him, bent over to show her generous cleavage.
"I love shameless people. Tell me, do you like it sweet or spicy?"
He swallowed hard, blushing.
"I think... spicy. Really spicy."
The witch snapped her fingers. A red ice cream sundae appeared by magic, sauce dripping down the sides, exotic fruits perched on the rim. Zafira dipped her finger in the sauce and licked it, staring into the boy's eyes.
"Taste it. Slowly, ok? The spell is just starting."
People crowded around the counter. Each order was met with double entendres and daring looks. One of the friends ordered strawberry gelato, but Zafira winked and handed over a pink sundae steaming with golden vapor.
"This one makes your heart beat where you least expect," she joked, handing over the ice cream.
The girl took a bite, and the effect was immediate: she felt heat rising from her thighs to her face, as if a thousand kisses were being planted all over her skin. She laughed out loud, fanning herself, while her friends exchanged glances, all blushing.
The party mood spread. Amid laughs, jokes, and cheeky comments, Zafira served impossible flavors, each one causing a different reaction. An older man ordered mint ice cream, but the flavor exploded in his mouth like a chilly breeze that went straight to his Membro, making him moan quietly, almost scandalously.
"Wow, this is... this is way better than Viagra!" he whispered to the librarian, who couldn't help herself and burst out laughing.
Zafira was everywhere at once, reading desires, provoking delicious little accidents. She let syrup drip down someone's chin and, with a mischievous grin, wiped it off with her fingertip before licking it slowly, shamelessly. She played with the spoonfuls, sometimes feeding someone, sometimes making a customer feed another.
The looks now were shameless. A couple, who barely knew each other, ended up swapping ice creams, licking each other's spoons, whispering dirty lines. Mila got closer to the counter, almost hypnotized by Zafira. Their eyes met, and Zafira smiled as if she'd said everything without a word.
"What's your wish, gorgeous?" she asked quietly, so close that Mila could smell magic mixed with a sweet perfume.
Mila hesitated, her eyes shining with desire.
"I think I want... I want to lose control. Today I want to feel everything, you know?"
Zafira winked, spun a spoon between her fingers, preparing a blue sundae with golden flakes.
"This is for those who want to get lost," she said, handing over the ice cream.
Mila took a lick, her tongue tingling with cold. She felt the effect right away: pleasure surged like a wave, her nipples grew even harder, her pussy throbbed with want. She held back from moaning out loud, but her legs trembled.
The scent inside the library was pure desire. The shelves became a dance floor, the tables became stages for laughs, stolen kisses, and daring hands. Zafira guided it all with a look, encouraging, provoking, always with humor and boldness. Her jokes took away everyone's shame.
Even the shy librarian gave in to the spell: took off her glasses, loosened her blouse, let her bra show and approached the counter, asking for "anything that'll make me forget tomorrow exists."
Zafira obliged, delivering a sundae sending up little floating hearts. Everyone laughed, touched, kissed, experimented. Pleasure was an avalanche about to swallow the whole library, and no one wanted to escape.
In the corner, Mila watched Zafira, that impossible woman, with star-blue hair, a goddess's body and a smile that looked like she'd seen it all. She felt a desire to taste more, go further, try every flavor, every temptation.
The clock didn't matter anymore. In the world of Gelato del Peccato, time was measured in moans and laughter.
The spell was now complete. All that was left was for someone to truly give in.