42 fruit of aphrodisiac

Margaret from the future:

A week had passed, a whirlwind of terror and joy. My days were a blend of stolen moments in Erox's bed and quiet afternoons spent gathering fresh fruits and vegetables in the quaint garden behind his late mother's cottage.

"Is this a cherry?" I asked, holding up a small, blue fruit. It looked like a cherry, but the color was unfamiliar. It was so cute and tempting that I plucked one and popped it into my mouth.

Erox's eyes widened as he watched me chew and swallow.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not poisonous, is it?"

He shook his head. But before I could reach for another, he was rushing towards me, his hands reaching out to my throat. “Spit it out! Spit it out!”


"“Damn, my love, you shouldn’t have eaten it,” Erox said, his voice laced with worry.

“But you said it wasn’t poisonous,” I argued, a hint of defiance in my tone. “Besides, it was delicious. A bit sweet and bitter, like some alcohol I know.”

Erox sighed. “Yes, but the effects are severe.” His words piqued my curiosity.

“What could such tiny things do to me?” I asked, a playful smile curving my lips.

“You’ll find out soon enough, my love,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I tugged at the edge of his shirt, my curiosity intensifying. “Hey, tell me. What is it?”

Erox turned away, resuming his task of digging potatoes. He acted as if nothing had happened, as if his cryptic words were just a passing remark. I shrugged it off, but a few moments later, as we began the trek back to his cottage, a few kilometers away, a strange sensation began to overtake me. Heat spread through my body, a warmth that felt both intoxicating and unsettling.

Erox held my hand, his grip firm as he guided me through the slippery passage.

“I didn’t know that fruit would affect you so quickly,” he said, his voice laced with concern.

I raised an eyebrow, my mind swimming in a haze of desire. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice a breathless whisper. The urge to pull him closer, to feel his lips against mine, was overwhelming. And a strange, primal need to rub my body against his surged within me.

“I’m sorry, my love. I should have warned you about the fruit before you saw it. It just slipped my mind, I was so busy harvesting potatoes,” he said, his tone laced with regret.

“Huh? What about fruit? What’s with the fruit?” I asked, though the question was lost in the whirlwind of sensations that consumed me.

“It’s a kind of aphrodisiac, my love,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

I sighed, the realization hitting me like a tidal wave. Then, I leaned in, my lips seeking his. He dropped his supplies, his arms wrapping around me as I surrendered to the intoxicating urge.


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"I love how wild you are, my love, but you’re just drugged. Maybe we should go home first and see if I can find something to cure you," Erox said, his voice a low rumble in my ear.

I shook my head, my voice a breathless whisper. “I can’t take it anymore… Erox, it’s too hot.”

Erox scooped me up, his arms circling my waist. My legs instinctively wrapped around his, my arms finding purchase around his neck. He ran, a blur of movement against the backdrop of the world. My vision blurred, a haze of heat and desire clouding my senses. All that mattered was the way Erox’s body pressed against mine, his warmth a scorching fire against my skin.

“Hold on, my love, we’re almost there,” he said, his voice a breathless murmur against my ear.

I moaned, a sound of pure need. Thank goodness, he used his other hand, his fingers slipping inside my burning core. I couldn’t think straight, my senses overwhelmed. He was too strong, carrying me with one arm while his fingers moved with a feverish haste.

“Damn, my love, you’re so wet,” Erox said, his voice ragged as he continued his rapid movements. He stopped beside a massive oak, leaning me against its sturdy trunk.

“We should do it here, our first round. I can take it, you’re too hot to ignore, and soaking wet.”

I moaned louder, my body arching against his, my hands gripping his shoulders. Erox kissed me, his lips moving with a raw passion that mirrored my own. He knew, he understood the effect of that lascivious fruit.

Erox shifted, his hands moving aside my undergarments. He entered me, a deep, primal groan escaping his lips as he moved inside me.

“Damn it, my love, you’re too hot inside. Damn that fruit, it has too much effect on a human body. I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t think it would be this intense for you,” he said, his voice thick with desire and remorse.


He scooped me up again, his arms strong and sure. With one swift movement, I felt his hard, stiff length slide inside my wet core. He moved slowly at first, savoring the moment, but as seconds ticked by, his pace quickened. All I could manage were delicious moans, sounds of pure pleasure that echoed through the forest.

I met his rhythm, my hips swaying to his tempo, welcoming every thrust with a fervent urgency.

Erox growled, a low, primal sound that reverberated through the forest, as he drove deeper, his movements becoming more intense, more delicious with every thrust.

I was losing myself in his rhythm, my mind a swirling vortex of pleasure. My body craved more, more of his touch, more of his hard, demanding length. I wasn't sure if it was the fruit or if this was simply me, raw and yearning, wanting him more and more, willingly, freely.

"Erox, baby, please, faster! Move faster, I want your thrusts deeper inside me," I pleaded, my voice a breathless whisper.

“Like this?” Erox asked, his voice a rough growl as he accelerated his pace, moving with the urgency I craved.