I had an enchanting dream about a wizarding world in which I was obsessed with root beer.
After a long flight across the Atlantic, I found myself at a small airport in a small town in Ireland. I went to the Visitor's Center where I found a couple pamphlets on how to hunt and capture a Phoenix, and how to do root beer harvesting in the surrounding enchanted forests.
Although I had actually come to Ireland to collect various types of root beers that I knew could be harvested in the Irish countryside, I was intrigued by the idea of also capturing a mythical creature. So, I rented a car and drove throughout the Irish countryside, looking for the right forest to explore.
Eventually, I found a quiet and quaint village that sat on the edge of an ancient forest. I parked my rental car at the end of a road that had a gate that lead to a path leading into the forest. I grabbed my backpack and followed the unfamiliar path into the fantastical forest.
Unfamiliar with how to hunt a Phoenix and harvest root beer, I consulted my pamphlet. There wasn't a lot of information on it, just some basic tips.
I noticed that some of the older trees had root beer bottles protruding from the roots at the base of the trees. Some of them were green, others brown. I tried to pick a green bottle, but it broke and the root beer spilled out. Was there a technique to this?
Just then, I saw Evanna Lynch coming down the path toward me. She had black hair, went barefoot, and was dressed in a pure white gown. She gave me the warmest smile, and she glowed like the moon amongst the dark forest. As she approached me, I felt safe and warm.
"You're doing it wrong," she said plainly. "Don't yank on it. You have to use both hands to twist and pull, so the bottle doesn't break." She demonstrated this by picking a brown bottle effortlessly.
I thanked her, and I tried to pick another green bottle. I tugged on it, but it was stubborn and I ended up breaking it. As I did so, Evanna gently touched my arm and said that the green ones were not ripe. So, I tried my luck at a brown bottle, which came loose easily.
Again, I thanked her, and asked her name. "Luna", she said as she looked into my eyes. I found her voice enchantingly soothing. We locked eyes, and her blue eyes were as sapphires, and I could see this was a rare, pure soul who I desired to connect with.
I asked if she knew anything about how to capture a Phoenix. She took my hand and guided me away from the path, deeper into the woods. As we glided though the brush, she took me to a large nest that rested at the base of a massive ancient tree. There were orange and bright red feathers scattered around it, and she picked some of them up and put them in my hand.
Luna explained that it wasn't necessary to capture a Phoenix since they are highly elusive creatures. Instead, a new one could be grown by adding purple root beer to the feathers. She advised me to wait to do this until the time was right, so I pocketed the feathers and asked where I could find purple root beer. Again, she guided me to the other side of the large tree where there were only a handful of purple root beer bottles among dozens of brown bottles at it's base. Luna picked a purple bottle, explaining that they were rare and ideal for brewing potions, and that this was why she was out in the woods.
Suddenly, there was a brief rumbling sound coming from the ground, startling me. Luna said that it was just the trolls down below us in the network of caves, brawling over petty differences. She was very calm about it, unbothered, which I found comforting.
Growing increasingly fascinated by Luna's grace and mystery, I offered to help her harvest what she needed. With a modest enthusiasm, she accepted. As we foraged for purple root beers, we talked about random things ranging from personal interests to the mysticism of magic. We connected naturally, and I was awestruck by her delightfully enchanting aura.
Once our bags were filled with root beer bottles, she invited me to come back to her castle. Without hesitation, I obliged and she took my hand and led me back to the path, which we took until we came to an isolated medieval chateau deep in the woods. The castle was surrounded by a lush garden, full of a wide variety of vegetables, herbs, and flowers.
Her castle was full of ornate cat decor, pink exotic furniture, colorful tapestries, and various exotic plants. Luna led me down a spiral staircase that had a dungeon door at the base. She unlocked it with a skeleton key and opened it, revealing a store of various root beer bottles and potion vials and other chemicals. In the center of the room was a cauldron, and next to it a pile of large, plush purple pillows atop a furry white rug.
"Welcome to my chamber of root beer love potions!", she radiantly smiled at me. We put our newly harvested bottles on the appropriate shelves. She explained to me that she brewed custom love potions for a living, and that "Luna's Lovegood Potions" were used to enhance her clients' sex lives. Additionally, her potions were also used for enlarging the penis size for male fairies, goblins, trolls and other creatures.
As she was explaining her business to me, we presently heard a muffled meowing sound coming from a corner of the room. We looked under a wooden table and found a pit filled in with bricks and mortar.
"Looks like the damn trolls came and punished my my pussycats again," sighed Luna. "Quick, grab a couple brown bottles of root beer so we can liberate them!"
I grabbed two bottles. We poured the root beer on the bricks, dissolving the mortar, which loosened up the bricks. Two smoky grey long-haired cats with blue eyes exploded out of the pit and bolted out of the room and up the stairs.
Luna and I locked eyes, and we held our gaze for a moment in a comfortable silence. It was evident that we both wanted an intimate connection. She sensually laid down on the pile of purple pillows, sinking into them. She beckoned for me to join her.
For the first time in the longest time, I truly felt desired and wanted. I laid next to her, and held her in my arms. After a few moments of purely blissful cuddling, she asked if I wanted to brew a love potion together.
Curious about the process, I accepted. She poured a bottle of purple root beer into the cauldron, along with some other chemicals. At her direction, I aided her in the process by finding other required ingredients and putting them into the cauldron. As the potion was brewing, Luna said for me to relax and make myself comfortable while she went to slip into something "more comfortable". I became erect just from the sensual manner in which she said it.
Looking around the chamber as the root beer love potion boiled and brewed, I noticed that there were unlit partially burned white candles scattered about. I decided to light them all.
Luna returned to the chamber dressed in black lace lingerie, looking sexy as hell. She grabbed a couple empty chalices, and dipped them into the cauldron, filling our cups with love potion. She commanded me to strip down and stand on the other side of the room. Turned on by her dominance, I stripped down so that I was only in my black man-thong.
She stared at my bulge for a moment. Then, in a sensual stride, she came close to me and handed me a chalice, while holding hers. We locked eyes, and she said in a sensual tone, "This will greatly intensify our orgasms." Then, she began drinking from her chalice, and I did the same.
We set our chalices down and embraced, our nearly-naked bodies making contact. We kissed slowly, sensually, and she wrapped her leg around my waist, and our kissing intensified. The potion was already working it's magic.
I led Luna over to the pillow pile, and I sat down. She lifted her leg up, putting her foot on my knee. Slowly, I caressed her foot, running the tips of my finger up her leg to her inner thigh. Both of us were now already in a state of ecstacy and becoming increasingly horny as hell. She rubbed and stroked my bulge, as I caressed her legs.
Hot for each other and breathing heavy, she pushed me down into the pillows, straddling me, grinding on my groin. Kissing with fiery passion, we got naked and made love for hours, trying nearly every conceivable position. We were a couple fantastical beasts going at it, shameless, free and fornicating.
As our chemistry intensified and we were about to climax, I awkwardly blurted out, "ABRA CADABRA!!" Somewhere in the forest, fireworks went off.
We laid on the pile of pillows, cuddling each other. Her potion had worked it's magic, and I felt a new passion for a newfound love and intimacy that I hadn't had in many years.
I smiled.
Then I woke up. THE END.