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You are in church when you first notice the effects of the spell. It is slow and subtle at first, but soon it is difficult to ignore the growing arousal between your legs. You try to shift your legs to get more comfortable, but any friction only worsens the situation.

Rowena’s smirk beside you tells you all you need to know. “You’re sweating like a sinner in church.” She whispers. “Oh wait!” She drawls sarcastically, glancing over at you.

“What have you done?” You hiss back, but several people in the pew beside you turn to give you a disapproving look and shush you. The preacher is talking, rambling on about something, and all you can think about is how your underwear are now soaked and you’re on the verge of tears in church.

She rests her hand on your thigh, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll get a reward later.” She purrs.

You think about trying to find the hex bag and destroy it but that would only cause more disruption. You’re already being glared at. “Help.” You manage to whine out, quiet enough that nobody else is alerted.

With a quick glance to check that nobody else is paying close enough attention to notice her movements, Rowena slips her hand up your dress and begins to trace her fingers over your underwear. The slight friction is almost enough to make you cry out, but instead you manage to bite down on your lip and keep your eyes straight ahead.

She carefully moves your underwear to the side and runs her middle finger over you, bringing it up past your vagina to circle your clit a couple of times before she dips it back down, easily slipping it inside of you. You gasp slightly, managing to conceal it with a well timed yawn.

The preacher drones on as she adds her ring finger, slowly stroking the two fingers inside of you and smiling at your squirming pleasure as she finds just the right spot. You buck your hips up ever so slightly so that she knows to push the flat of her palm against your clit, allowing you to grind up against is as she repeats the slow, rippling rhythm with her fingers.

You lose track of the fact that you’re in a room full of people, and soon the sensation is so overwhelming that all you can do is close your eyes, bite your lip and grind helplessly against her fingers. The choir is singing now and that rings in your ears as you let out an involuntary moan.

You’re certain multiple pairs of eyes are focused on you now, but you can hardly stop yourself. Rowena makes a more deliberate move with her fingers and suddenly you’re gripping the pew in front of you, grinding against the palm of her hand as her fingers relentlessly press against your g spot.

You orgasm once, feeling your walls clench around her fingers, but she doesn’t stop - and apparently the spell doesn’t either - so you orgasm a second time, and then a third. You’re making more noise now, and you can feel that everyone in the area has turned their attention towards you, but the sensation is too good to ignore.

Eventually you stop, breathing so heavily it looks like you’ve run a mile, and you slump slightly against Rowena. A hundred shameful eyes bore into you and some even mutter their disapproval, and you feel yourself consumed by embarrassment, but Rowena doesn’t seem to care.

She just smiles at you. “Good job.” She murmurs, and pulls her fingers out, sticking them directly in your mouth as everybody watches. You suck helplessly, crying now at the humiliation of it all.

Rowena savours the moment, then stands up and helps you to your feet. As you go to leave, everyone else glares and murmurs. Rowena smiles sweetly at them all, waving coyly as she practically skips out of there, giddy with the stir she has just caused.