After dinner, Allura finally broached the subject that had been burning at her lips to her aunt.
    After the grandiose meal, they had retired to Orla's boudoir to finish off the bottle of wine and talk.
    As they had gotten progressively tipsy, talk had shifted to naughtier subjects and Allura felt the appropriate time to ask what she wanted of her Aunt had come when her Aunt's indecent story finally ended.
     " – but I didn't think it hurt much at all.  Burned all through the next day, though," Orla said in conclusion to her story.
     "Auntie," Allura began.  She paused somewhat uncomfortably.
     "Yes, dear?" Orla prodded.
     "Auntie ... say there was a young man a princess was interested in but this young man didn't show any signs of the attraction being mutual."
     "There was a young man a princess was interested in –" Orla repeated, only to be cut off by Allura's laughter.
     "Auntie!  You know what I mean."
     Orla refilled both their glasses.
     "Of course.  Can this princess not let her attraction go unsatisfied?"
     Allura blushed. "I'm afraid not.  But this young man ... doesn't seem to like girls."
     Orla downed her glass of wine in one gulp.
     "I see."
     "Can you help, Auntie Orla?"
     Orla smiled.
     "A long time ago, when I was almost as young as you are now –" Orla began.
     "You aren't old, Auntie," Allura laughed, throwing back her wine.
     Orla refilled both glasses again.
     "Hush, dear, Auntie is going to solve your problem," Orla scolded.  "Anyway, I was young.  I had a friend then, a very dear friend throughout my childhood.  When we got older, I realized I wanted him as more than just a friend.  I even wanted him to be the one to deflower me."
     "Wow," Allura said, at rapt attention resting her chin on one hand.  She sipped some more wine.
     "But, as it turned out, he was only interested in other boys.  Back then, there was an ancient woman reputed to be a white witch living in the kingdom.  She would hand out little charms and benign enchantments to children, pregnant women ... and lovestruck young girls."
     Orla paused to sip some wine.
     "Please go on," Allura prodded.
     "I went to this woman and explained my predicament.  She was delighted that no less than the Crown Princess sought out her magic.  She knew just what I needed."
     Orla stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and walked over to a painting on the wall.  She moved it aside, revealing a safe embedded into the wall.  In her inebriated state, it took Orla several tries to get the combination for the lock right.  From the safe, she produced a small phial of light red, almost
pinkish fluid, sat back down, and handed the phial to Allura.
     "Too much wine," said Orla, rubbing her temples.
     "Is it ... a love potion?" Allura asked.
     "Yes."
     "And it works?"
     "It works very, very well.  Just rub some on your neck, behind your ears.  For greatest effect, put some on your lips and kiss the young man you want it to target.  And, if you rub it into your ‘flower' the sex will blow you away when it happens."
     "Auntie!"
     Allura blushed and Orla chuckled and took her hand.
     "This is very important, Allura.  When you put it on, think of the one you want it to work on, and it will affect only that person.  If you don't think of a particular suitor, the potion will work to attract any and everyone to you.  That isn't nearly as nice as it sounds, believe me."
     "Thank you, Auntie, but you have so little left.  Is it really all right for me to use it?"
     Orla cracked a wicked grin.
     "It never runs out."
     "Oh ..."
     Allura examined the little phial even more closely.
     "When you're done with this young man of yours, the potion can be easily washed off with common soap and water."
     "Thank you, Auntie."
     "One more thing: be conservative with it.  A little goes a long way.  Too much, and this young man's libido will burn so hotly he won't be able to control himself with you.  Just a drop will do nicely.  Unless, you enjoy it when a man gets rough?"
     Orla cast a meaningful look at her niece.  Allura giggled.
     "No, Auntie, I don't.  Really.  Thank you again, Auntie Orla."
     Allura and her aunt embraced.
     "Now, dear, you must tell me all about it when you visit me again."

     Allura was still drunk and very tired when she got back to the Castle of Lions.  She told her personal guards that she didn't need any help to get to her room, thanked them for their service, and sent them to bed.  As she stumbled through the Castle's corridors to her own room (at least she hoped that's where she was headed), she decided to take the stopper off the phial and see what the potion smelled like.  She closed her eyes, held the phial up to her nose, and sniffed.  There was no discernable scent and she had no reaction to the potion that she could tell.
     "I guess somebody has to be wearing it," Allura slurred to no one in particular.
     Before she could replace the phial's stopper, Hunk's huge bulk rounded the same corner she was trying to navigate on a direct collision course with her.  The impact knocked Allura off her feet and sent the phial spiraling out of her grasp.  Hunk barely felt the impact but he did feel the cool liquid from the phial splash all over his face and chest.
     "I'm sorry, Princess!  Are you ok?  I didn't see you, honest!" Hunk apologized.
     "I'm fine, Hunk," Allura assured him.  Then she saw that the love potion had positively soaked him.  "Oh no!"
     "I'm sorry about your, uh, whatever it is," Hunk said, reaching down to pick up the phial.
     Probably some high-class, Royal perfume, Hunk though, wincing as he imagined how much it must cost.
     He picked up the phial and its stopper.
     "Wow!" he exclaimed.  "It's still full after spilling all over the place.  Here you –" Hunk made to hand the phial to the princess but saw that she had gotten up and run away as fast as she could. "– go.  Well, if that isn't gratitude for you.  I'll give it back to her later."
     Hunk slipped the resealed phial into his pocket and chuckled.
     "As drunk as she was, she probably had to go puke."
     Getting back to what had roused him so early in the morning, Hunk continued on his way to the kitchen.  Nanny would have breakfast well under way and he wanted as much as he could get right off the stove.
     "Morning, Nanny!" Hunk bellowed, throwing open the kitchen door.  "Whatcha got for us this morning?"
     Nanny whirled from the skillet of eggs she had been frying.
     "You again?  Get out!  I've told you before, you have to wait until breakfast is served like everybody else!"
     "Oh, sausage!" Hunk said, eyeing a large plateful, completely ignoring Nanny.  "Is it spicy?"
     Hunk plucked a link from the plate with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.  He purred contentedly.
     "And what's this?  Biscuits!"
     Hunk reached for a biscuit and Nanny rapped his knuckles with her wooden cooking spoon hard enough to make him wince.
     "I told you –" Nanny stopped in mid-scold.
     "Aw, come on, Nanny.  What's it hurt if I have breakfast a little earlier than everybody else, huh? And ... then have it again later with everybody else?"
     Nanny stepped toward him.
     "Hunk, you're ... you look very good this morning."
     Confused, Hunk smiled.
     "Oh, well, uh, I've been doing some heavier workouts than usual, heh.  Why are you looking at me like that?"
     Nanny was practically devouring him with her eyes.  She got even closer and Hunk tried to step
back but found himself trapped against a table.  Nanny stepped even closer, pressing her body against his.
     "Uh, Nanny?"
     "Are you wearing some new cologne?  It smells wonderful."
     "I, uh, don't think so.  Oh, wait, the Princess spilled some – "
     "Fuck me, Hunk!"
     Hunk's eyes flew open.
     "What?!?!"
     Nanny suddenly grabbed Hunk's crotch and gave a squeeze.  An uncomfortable squeeze. Nanny's hands were strong.
     "I knew it!  You've got a big dick!"
     Hunk grunted at the force Nanny was exerting on his scrotum.
     "Well, I guess it is a good size ..."
     "I need a big dick, Hunk!  I know you all think I'm an old lesbian, but the only reason I don't go around with men is that no man ever has a big enough dick to satisfy me."
     Nanny pressed her breasts into Hunk's chest.
     "Nanny, you're hurting me."
     "You're not a wimp, are you?"
     "Well, no –"
     "You're not gay?"
     "What?  No!"
     "Then what's the problem?" Nanny demanded.
     The problem was that Nanny was a mean, old bitch who yelled at him and made his testicles retreat into his body.  He wasn't about to say that, though, when she had his nuts in her hand, literally.
     "Well, you're the royal governess ..."
     "Shut up!"
     Nanny shoved Hunk down on the table behind him.  Eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, biscuits, and other sumptuous breakfast foods went flying off the table as Hunk crashed down.
     "Get that cock out of your pants!" Nanny shouted as she tore off his belt and pulled down Hunk's trousers.
     "Nanny, no!" Hunk weakly protested.  It was beginning to look like he had no choice in the matter.  The old lady was strong as an ox.
     As soon as Nanny had Hunk's flaccid member exposed, she threw her mouth around it with wild abandon.  For a second, Hunk was afraid she was going to eat it.  Then he realized that was just the way she gave head; treating his cock as if it were food.  He had to admit it was actually pretty good.
     What am I thinking?  This is Nanny!  Augh!
     Despite himself, Hunk's penis responded very positively to Nanny's efforts.  The harder he got, the harder Nanny sucked.  It was almost too much to stand.  Hunk threw a hand over his face and imagined that someone more attractive like Allura, or one of the girls in her court, or, hell, Haggar
was doing it instead.  He was fully hard now and Nanny was taking him to the root.  He never would have imagined ...
     "Nanny, it's good!" he exclaimed.
     Nanny made encouraging sounds in her throat.
     "I'm going to come!" Hunk warned.
     His looming release was derailed when Nanny abruptly stopped.
     "Not yet," she said.  "I want you in my pussy, your big dick in my pussy."
     Hunk grimaced, his erection fading.  Such talk coming from Nanny was about as sexy as the time he walked in on his grandmother in the shower.  To his horror, Nanny began disrobing.  Hunk really didn't want to see what was under her clothes ... or at least he thought until she pulled open her blouse and he got a look at her breasts.  Her huge, huge breasts, straining to escape from the iron-tight bra imprisoning them.
     "Wow, Nanny!  Where have you been hiding those?"
     "I'm not a young lady anymore but, I still have what counts, don't I?"
     As Nanny stripped further, Hunk found himself agreeing.  As her blouse and skirt came away, Hunk realized that Nanny wasn't fat.  She was just a big woman, hardened by a lifetime of physical work.  She was well-proportioned, with a round ass and thick hips to complement her large breasts. She wasn't a classic beauty but Hunk had to admit she had a certain appeal, sturdy and feminine at the same time.  He wondered what she would have looked like in her prime.
     "These haven't even sagged.  Much," Nanny said proudly, unhooking her bra.
     Nanny's breasts did sag but, like she said, not much.  The nipples were large and puffy. Nanny took Hunk's head and mashed his face into one melon-sized mammary.  Hunk bit down gently on the offered nipple.  Nanny cried out, pressed his face into her more tightly.  Hunk was almost smothered but found it rather agreeable, as Nanny's breast was warm and soft, and the nipple rock-solid.  He ran his tongue around her areola and lifted his hand to tend to her other breast.
     Nanny shook at his touch.  She pushed him back down on the table, hiked a leg over his chest, and laid down on him.  Hunk found himself staring right at her underwear.  They were soaked through.  Nanny bent over and threw her lips around his penis.  Somewhat reluctantly, Hunk pulled
off Nanny's underwear.  What confronted him was much as he feared: Nanny's cunt was hairy.  Really hairy.  Hunk was not a fan of hairy vaginas.
     Nanny wiggled her hips and made begging noises, never once taking her mouth from his cock.  Hunk closed his eyes and did what he knew he had to do.  Fortunately, Nanny's clitoris was quite big to begin with and was swollen almost the size of a grape in her lust, so he didn't have to try very hard.
     She came after only a few seconds, rewarding Hunk with a gush of fluid that nearly drowned him.  Nanny's body stiffened and she screamed, which had the effect of almost bringing Hunk off, as well.  She clambered off of Hunk and leaned against the nearest wall with her legs splayed.
     "Do it!" she begged.  "Now!"
     Having been blueballed twice in rapid succession, Hunk had reached an angry, animalistic stage of sexual arousal.  He was going to give Nanny the hardest fuck of her life.
    He slammed his throbbing penis into her hairy, slippery cunt.  She cried out and he stifled her with an arm around her throat.  She gasped, with pleasure.  Hunk pounded her so hard he nearly jumped off the floor with each thrust.  Nanny surprised him by throwing herself into him nearly as  hard.  Her buttocks made a loud slapping noise every time it impacted his pelvis.  Soon, Hunk felt the contractions that signaled her orgasm.  She tried to cry out but he tightened his grip on her throat.  This only served to increase the intensity of her orgasm.
     "My nipples," Nanny choked out, "are scraping the wall.  It's so cold and rough.  It's so good!"
     Hunk began to feel his orgasm making its way through his penis, seeking the exit.  It would only be a few more thrusts ... five, four, three, two....  Hunk forced his penis as deep into her as he could before his orgasm exploded.
    "Yes!  Yes!" Nanny shouted.
     Nanny pressed against him, driving Hunk's penis even deeper into her.  Once Hunk was spent, he pulled out and dropped back onto the table, exhausted.  Nanny stood against the wall, catching her breath.
     Hunk said when he recovered sufficiently,  "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
     "No," Nanny gasped.
     It was then Hunk realized the full extent of what he'd done.
     "I, uh, I've gotta go.  Thanks, this was swell," Hunk said.
     "When you rest, please come see me again.  We can do even more special things."
     "Uh, yeah, yeah.  Sure."
     Still trying to wrap his mind around what he'd just done, Hunk went toward the sitting room where he and the other pilots would gather to talk.  Surely one of the others would be up by now and he could talk this over.  It seemed wrong, and gross, but it had actually been really good.  Hunk couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman so ... so ... enthusiastic.
     "She was going nuts.  Really, man, what the hell?" Hunk asked himself.
     Lance was up and in the sitting room, reading a book from the library.  Lance didn't seem like the reading type but he always had his face in a book.  Hunk was reluctant to talk to Lance about what had happened but his alternatives were Keith (who would probably run screaming at the mention of a vagina), Pidge (which would be way too weird), or Coran (HELL no).  He was buddies with some of the castle guards but he couldn't trust them to be discrete.  So, Lance was probably his best bet.
     As soon as Hunk entered the room, Lance looked up from his book and fixed his eyes directly on him.  Lance said nothing.
     "Hey, Lance, uh ..." Hunk stammered.  He decided to just get it out in the open.  "I just had sex. With Nanny."
     Lance kept on staring.  Hunk assumed he was too stunned to speak.
     "Yeah, yeah, I don't believe it, either.  But, you know, it wasn't so bad.  In fact it was good. She actually looks ok out of her clothes and she's got some tits!"
     Lance finally spoke.  "That really makes me horny."
     Taken aback, Hunk said the first thing that came to his mind: "Well, she still seemed pretty horny, too,  if you don't mind sloppy seconds."
     "No, no, Hunk.  It makes me horny for you."
     "Hey!  That's not funny."
     "No, it sure isn't," Lance said, getting up.  "I don't know why, Hunk, but I've never been so horny in my life."
     A quick glance at Lance's crotch confirmed he wasn't kidding.  It was at that moment that everything clicked in Hunk's mind.  He held out his hands to ward off the advancing Lance.
     "Lance, wait!"
     "No!"
     Hunk picked up a chair to keep Lance farther away.
     "Lance, Allura spilled some kind of perfume on me.  It must have been a love potion!  You're being affected by it!"
     "Whatever!  All I know is I've gotta have some and I love you, Hunk!"
     "Lance, please don't say that!"
     Lance grabbed the chair Hunk was holding and pushed it aside, throwing Hunk off balance.  Lance took the opportunity to tackle Hunk.  Hunk never would have thought Lance could take him down but, at that moment, Lance was supercharged.  He tried to undo Hunk's belt.  Hunk shoved
Lance's head as far away from his crotch as he could.
     "Lance, quit it!  Don't make me hurt you!"
     "Hurt me?" Lance cried.  "Oh, is Nanny good enough for you but not me?  I can love you just as well as that old bitch!"
     "Ugh!"
     It was then that Keith walked in.  At first he was only annoyed at the lack of decorum Hunk and Lance were showing.  Then he was just confused when he saw what was actually going on. Lance had succeeded in getting Hunk's pants undone and was trying to get his  underwear off.
     "What the – ?" Keith sputtered.
     "Keith, help!" Hunk shouted.
     "I'll help, all right!" Keith answered.
     Help he did.  He grabbed Hunk's arms and pinned them behind his back to help Lance.
     "Thanks, Keith!" said Lance.
     "When you're done, it's my turn!" Keith instructed.
     "Sure, no problem!"
     "There is too a problem!" Hunk bellowed.
     Hunk grabbed Lance's head between his thighs, twisted his hips, and rolled to the side.  Lance was pinned underneath him and Keith thrown off balance and sent tumbling onto the floor. Hunk stood up, fastened his pants, and tried to run.  Lance wrapped himself around one of Hunk's legs.
     "Lance, get off!" Hunk shouted, trying to push him away.
     "If you'd only let me!"
     "You're not going anywhere, Hunk!  That's an order!" said Keith.
     He leaped onto Hunk's back and got him in a full Nelson.  Then, to Hunk's unimaginable horror, Keith affectionately threw his legs around Hunk's hips.  He could feel Keith's fully erect penis digging into his back.
     "Give me a ride, you big teddy bear!"
     Struggling, Hunk backed into to the nearest wall, dragging Lance, and slammed Keith against it until he fell off.  The wind knocked out of him, Keith collapsed in the floor.  Hunk put his foot to Lance's head and shoved him off.
     "Git!" said Hunk.
     Hunk had never been much of a runner but he ran that day.  Oh, how he ran.  Hunk hoped that distance would lessen the effect of Allura's love potion on Keith and Lance.
    Nanny going after a bit of Hunk action was one thing, but there was no way in hell any man was going to get a piece.  Especially not Keith or Lance.  That would be like having sex with his brothers, or something. Ugh.
     Hunk made it as far as he could sprint comfortably and stopped to catch his breath, one hand on the wall to support himself.  Luck had been with him, he hadn't run into anyone.  Hunk pulled the phial of love potion out of his pocket.
     This stuff is dangerous, he thought.  What was Allura doing with it?  Who cares?  I just need to get it off me.
     His breath sufficiently caught, Hunk stuffed the phial back into his pocket and cautiously looked in either direction.  Lance and Keith hadn't followed.  Hunk was about to start for his room to jump in the shower but he quickly reconsidered.  Lance, Keith, and Nanny might all be in there waiting to ambush him and ... do things.  No, better wash off somewhere else.
     Carefully, Hunk made his way through the corridors of the castle, heading for the communal showers the castle guards and servants used.  It was unlikely for anyone to be there at this time of day; the changing of the guard wasn't for some time yet and all the servants would have already showered and dressed and started their days.
     Or maybe I'll get lucky and there'll be a bunch of girls in there, Hunk joked to himself.
     Just as he was about to reach the showers, Hunk heard a voice.
     "Hunk!"
     It was Coran, striding confidently toward him.
     "I've been looking for you.  Princess Allura has asked me to reclaim something you borrowed from her."
     Hunk threw up his hands.
     "No, Coran, no!  Stay away!"
     "And another thing," Coran said, paying Hunk no mind, "Nanny was very late getting breakfast out and she said it was all your fault.  Please explain."
     Hunk backed away.
     "I'll explain in a minute.  I've just gotta take a shower first."
     Hunk was about to head the last few feet to the shower room when Coran took him in embrace.  He rested his head on Hunk's chest.
     "No, Hunk, please explain now.  Everyone thinks I'm a stuffy old man, everyone except you, Hunk.  You understand that I may be old but I'm still a man with needs."
     "Argh!" Hunk sighed, trying to push Coran away.  The old geezer was surprisingly strong.
     "Until now I never realized how attractive you are.  I suppose I was fighting it, trying to convince myself I'm not that way."
     "You aren't Coran, you're under the influence of a love potion.  That's what Allura wants back from me."
     "Nonsense.  I must confess, Hunk, that it was hard for me not to take advantage of Allura all these years.  That is, until I met you."
     Coran reached down and gently massaged Hunk's crotch.
     "Coran, back off or I'll lay you out!"
     "Will you, please?"
     "Sorry, old buddy."
     Just as Hunk was drawing back his fist, he heard Keith cry out.
     "There he is!"
     Keith and Lance were at the end of the hallway, running toward Hunk and Coran.
     "Oh, no!" Hunk exclaimed.
     He lifted Coran over his head and threw him into the advancing Keith and Lance.  All three men tumbled to the floor in a heap.
     "Gotta get to the shower!" Hunk announced.
     Suddenly, one of the space mice scuttled out of a hole in the wall at Hunk's feet.  It looked at Hunk for a moment, then dashed into his pants and crawled frantically up the leg.  Hunk began to dance around, trying to get the mouse out without hurting it.
     "This is getting ridiculous!"
     Having no other choice, Hunk took off his pants and flung them away.  No sooner had he done so that he was tackled from behind by someone.  At first he thought it must have been Keith or Lance but it was none other than ...
     "Nanny?" Hunk said, shocked.
     "You were supposed to rest and come back.  You lied to me!  I almost didn't get breakfast ready because I was so sad!  Nanny must punish you," she said, blushing.
     She hugged his legs.
     "You'll have to share!" Keith said, joining the fray.
     "Yeah!" Lance agreed.
     "Hunk's heart is big enough to accommodate us all!" Coran proclaimed, passionately.
     The three men and Nanny piled on top of Hunk and began tearing at his clothes, throwing off their own.  First off came Hunk's underwear, then Lance's jacket, then nanny's frock, then Coran's stupid coat.  Keith pulled off his racing uniform, twirled it around overhead, and tossed it into Hunk's face.
     "A souvenir for you, big boy!"
     "What did I do to deserve this?" Hunk demanded of the universe.
     Lance was peeling off his jeans, now, and Keith was kicking off his go-go boots.  Nanny was halfway out of her blouse, and Coran was unbuttoning his undershirt.
     Holy crap that guy's hairy! noted a little voice in Hunk's head.
     Nanny made a dive for Hunk's penis but Lance held her away.
     "You already had your turn!  I get to go first!"
     "Are you kidding?  Only I even have the proper equipment to please him!" Nanny retorted.
     Keith pushed them both aside.
     "Trust me, you two, I've had the most experience with penises around here!" he asserted.
     Coran butted in.
     "As the elder statesman, I must invoke my privilege.  Stand aside!"
     While they were arguing, the space mouse scampered up Hunk's leg.  Hunk drew in a breath, let out a mighty scream, and managed to throw all of them off.  They each sailed a short distance away and landed in undignified heaps.  The mouse landed in the cleft of Keith's buttocks.
     "Oh! Hi, Cheezy!" Keith said.
     Hunk stood up and ran for the showers.
     "Get him!" Nanny shouted.
     Hunk dashed into the shower room, twisted the handle of the nearest shower, grabbed a bar of soap, and lathered himself down.  Keith, Lance, Nanny, and Coran entered, ran toward him, and then stopped short.  By their expressions, Hunk could tell they had snapped out of it.
     "Oh my god," Lance whispered.  "We were all trying to rape Hunk."
     Nanny suddenly realized she was exposed in front of four naked men, screamed, and ran out.
     "This never happened," Coran declared.  He left, trying to act as if he weren't naked and hadn't almost taken part in a bisexual orgy.
     "What he said.  Uh ... sorry, Hunk."  Lance hung his head and left after Coran.
     "In the back of my mind," Keith said, "I knew something was wrong.  I'm not into fatties."
     Hunk waved one of his huge fists in Keith's face.
     "If you don't get out of here now, this fatty is going to beat your head in!"
     Keith was about to turn around when he heard angry squeaking.  He reached around an plucked Cheezy out of his ass.
     "Sorry, Cheezy, not right now."
     He set the mouse on the wet floor and left the shower room.  Cheezy shook off, looked up at Hunk, and scampered out.
     Hunk sat down in the floor and just let the hot water run over him.
     "I'll never feel clean again."
     A little bit later, Allura answered a knock on her door.  She assumed it was Coran, bringing her Orla's love potion from Hunk.  Instead, she was greeted by Hunk personally.  His hair was soggy and he didn't look very happy.  He tossed her the phial with more than a little anger in his gestures.
     "See you later, Princess."
     "Wait, Hunk!  Did ... anything happen to you?"
     "You might say that."
     Allura hugged him.
     "I'm so sorry.  I didn't intend for this to happen."
     "Yeah, I know.  Just forget about it."
     "But, I can't forget about it Hunk.  I never wanted to do anything to hurt you."
     Allura began running her hands up and down his back.  At the same time, Hunk became fully aware of how good her young, firm breasts felt against his chest.  He could swear he felt her nipples becoming erect.
     "The thought of anything happening to you ..." Allura said.
     Her hands found their way up to his neck and she tried to pull him into a kiss.  She lifted her head toward him, eyes closed.
     "Oh! Oh, no.  Princess, I washed the stuff off me but it must still be on my clothes!"
     "Shh."
     Allura stood on tiptoe and got her kiss.  It was a delicate kiss, at first.  Their lips parted for a moment, then she moved in again.  Allura's tongue darted into Hunk's mouth, wrapped around his own.  They parted again.
     "Oh, Hunk," Allura gasped.
     It took all his willpower but Hunk managed to hold Allura away.
     "No, this isn't right.  It's just the potion.  I'm leaving now," Hunk told her.
     He only got a few steps.
     "Wait!" Allura called after him.
     Hunk turned around, despite his better judgement, and saw Allura dabbing a little of the potion on her lips.
     Oh, no! Hunk thought.
     He thought of running for just a moment but it was already too late; the potion had him in its grasp.
     "Come here, Hunk," Allura invited.
     Hunk smiled, went to her.  They put their arms around each other and looked into each other's eyes lovingly.  She reached up to kiss him.  Just before their lips met, Hunk kicked the door to Allura's room closed behind them.

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