Chapter 246

“What,” her teacher prompted, even as she nuzzled her face against her cock. “Is the process of alchemical fermentation, and what particular ingredients are susceptible to it?”

Seeing how they were in the end-game, the eighth question—and the one which would probably have Sabina sliding Zoey’s cock down her throat—it made sense that they were well beyond the easy ones, the prompts for basic information that even a total apprentice could answer.

Alchemical fermentation. The name itself, as most names, gave away the general concept. But Sabina wasn’t looking for the general concept. She wanted proof her student was diligent. And if she was diligent, then she would slide those cute lips up to the tip of her cock, then plunge down and—

Stay focused, Zoey reminded herself.

Alchemical fermentation.

“The process of breaking down complex substances—pre-reagents—through controlled decay, usually using magical fungi or similar,” Zoey repeated from some buried part of her memories. She tried to ignore how Sabina brought those plush lips of hers up and across her cock, ending so that she had placed a kiss at the very tip. Promising, if she could finish her answer to her satisfaction, that her eighth question’s reward would be bliss.

“For ingredients susceptible to alchemical fermentation,” Zoey continued, attention locked down between her legs, “the most common are plant matter rich in sugars or starches, like grains and fruits. But more arcane substances too. Dragon’s blood, for example, when properly fermented—” ignoring how absurdly expensive such a reagent was, “—yields potent reagents when broken down. Certain arcane-attuned crystals like moonstone can also be fermented, enhancing their magical properties while keeping their fundamental makeup. Fermentation at that point is more of a metaphysical concept, not a true natural process.”

She paused briefly, then added, “The key is choosing ingredients with latent energies. Pre-reagents that can be unlocked or transformed through controlled decay. There’s a lot susceptible to that, though the ones I named are typical examples.”

Sabina smiled, even as she kept her lips posed at the top of Zoey’s cock, gray eyes locked to her own.

And then, telling her she’d done well, she plunged down.

Zoey honestly hadn’t expected how mind-erasingly good it would feel. She’d been waiting for Sabina’s direct touch for a great deal longer than most of her partners. The older, aloof woman generally preferred interacting with Zoey strapped to a table and with a pocket-pussy—or more comprehensive equipment—in hand.

So to have her finally engulfing her cock in her throat? Wiggling down with surprising adeptness, that hot, slick tunnel squeezing on all sides as she sheathed herself, placing a self-satisfied kiss all the way down with fourteen inches of cock bulging her throat out?

Well. It felt better than usual, to say the least. Zoey groaned, hips lifting slightly, feeling a bit dizzy as she met gray eyes down between her legs.

Though overwhelmed with pleasure, Zoey wondered whether Sabina was making a point tonight. She had stated her preference for giving versus receiving, yet with Zoey’s skill of Patron arriving, the topic of more direct interaction had been broached as possibly necessary—and so Sabina was establishing that her preference didn’t mean dislike for the opposite. She was more than ready to use her body to pleasure Zoey directly, even happy to do so, for all she preferred to have toys and restraints on hand.

Her teacher stayed there, buried fourteen inches down on her cock, for a few long moments—choking once, the convulsion distinctly pleasurable—before sliding up along her length and popping off with a series of coughs. Even the composed woman couldn’t quite handle her without a reaction.

“Very good,” she said. She gripped Zoey’s cock and slapped it onto her face, a strand of saliva bridging from the thick, pulsing member to her nose. “You continue to prove yourself a capable student. Better than someone in my position could have expected, to be honest.” She emphasized the statement by sucking on Zoey’s tip, swirling her tongue around. She withdrew with a second pop. “I think,” she said, “that if you can get this next question right, I’ll let you take control.” Another meaty slap of girlcock-against-face. “Does that sound like something you’d want? Using your teacher’s throat to your heart’s content?”