Maddie shivered as she woke up; she was simultaneously freezing and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the same as any other morning now. The witch slid and rolled over to the side of her bed, letting her tits dangle off the side and rest gently on the floor. She pulled a drawer open on her nightstand to find what she needed to start her day- it was packed full of tightly sealed bottles.

Madeline grabbed one, sat upright, and popped the cork off, lifting the opening to her nose and taking a deep inhale. Her heart began to race as that familiar salty-savoriness flooded her senses, and the sheets beneath her began to dampen as her body went through its typical suite of reactions to the scent of Scott’s cum. Maddie’s eyes glazed over, her brain fogging as that familiar all-encompassing need took over.

She could hardly stop herself from lifting the flask to her lips and chugging down the contents. As she swallowed, Maddie felt her body relax, a little tinge of her cum-high suffusing through her. The witch placed the empty bottle back on her nightstand and stretched, feeling the shakes stop and her muscles relax.

“Just enough to take the edge off,” she mumbled, turning to get out of bed.