Wine and a Kiss

The trials the hero's party faced hadn't all been life-or-death battles.

They were all called trials because they shared the promise of a reward in exchange for a price, but many were too different in nature to group together—and some lured people with illusions.

Early in their adventure, Tarmin had been too young to understand lust.

Because of that, he hadn't encountered any illusions in the dungeon.

Tarmin couldn't understand the blushing witch or the prince who came strolling out with a broad grin.

What if adult Tarmin challenged that trial once more now?

What if the demon appeared in Enya's form?

Her thin white dress revealed the full, bare curve of her back.

He'd thought it was a loose-fitting garment, but even as she sat, it hugged her waist, as if it had been designed that way on purpose.

Her plump bottom, contrasting with her slender waist, rested atop Tarmin with only a single layer of fabric between them...