Chapter 284

Since Sabina had concocted a magical potion that removed her refractory period, then layered it with another that made her sensitivity go into overdrive, it didn’t take long before the growing heat became too much to bear. Especially when this time, rather than simply blowing on her, Sabina was taking more direct action: stroking two gloved hands up and down Zoey’s cock.

If she’d thought the sensations had been good before, it was nothing compared to being touched directly. In seconds, her toes were curling and her cock throbbing, a second shuddering climax rocketing through her. Amplified by Sabina’s most recent potion, a thick string of cum splattered onto the alchemist’s face, which she had positioned seemingly to encourage Zoey to do exactly that. For the second time in less than a few minutes, Zoey drenched her partner, and this time, her climax kept going and going now that she was affected by both sensitivity and output potions.

When she was finished, a thick glaze covered Sabina’s features, and she couldn’t help but admire the sight while sagging into the altar to catch her breath. The alchemist didn’t reach for a towel right away, instead swiping a hand across her eyes and inspecting the way it came back covered. She looked pleased.

“That makes two,” she said, an omen for what was to come.

The sensitivity and refractory potions only lasted a handful of minutes, but that was enough time for Sabina to draw out six more orgasms. Anti-refractory and super-sensitivity was a devastating combination, it turned out, especially when her tormentor showed her no mercy. By the end, Sabina was painted white not just on her face, but her chest and stomach too, with plenty pooling on the altar, between Zoey’s legs, and other places. A truly impressive amount of the sticky white liquid had been milked out of her.

Thankfully, Sabina wasn’t actually trying to torture her; she let her rest afterward. It took a few moments of gasping for breath while Sabina cleaned herself up—well, cleaned up in a superficial manner, since there was way too much to get rid of—before she addressed her.

“Final thoughts?”

“Probably ... too much for most people,” Zoey said, voice coming out strangled.

“Enjoyable?”

“Sort of?”

A quirked eyebrow. “You’re telling me you didn’t like that?” She looked pointedly at her cum-covered labcoat. “Evidence would suggest otherwise.”

Zoey gave a hoarse laugh. “Was ... just a bit much, like I said.”

Sabina’s lips twitched. “Fair enough. You’ve provided useful preliminary data, if nothing else.” And indeed, the woman had been scribbling down notes in the scant seconds between agonizing yet wonderful climaxes. “I was interested in whether that combination of potions would be effective. Clearly it is.” Walking to the rolling cart that had vials stored atop, she said, “Now, in preparation for the true reason we’ve come here today.” She plucked one and held it up, and Zoey recognized it instantly, considering how much she used it:

Fertility inhibition.

The implication flooded anticipation into her veins. Because, as Sabina had said, that was the real reason she’d drugged and brought Zoey to this temple. The carnal ritual that would advance Sabina in rank—the one that Aria said would likely require an intimate bonding of the traditional sort, which was a line the two of them hadn’t crossed.

“I’ve been wondering,” Sabina said, tapping the glass edge of the uncorked vial onto her lips as she eyed Zoey’s cock, “what that formidable weapon of yours would feel like inside me.” Without ceremony, she tipped the potion down her throat, swallowed the payload, and set the vial aside. She turned back to Zoey and began unbuttoning her cum-covered coat. “Normally I enjoy seeing my subjects squirm,” she said, labcoat coming away to reveal black undergarments. “In taking control and extracting reactions. But that particular display of yours has worked me up. I find myself impatient to discover an answer.”

She plucked two more potions from her rack of vials before climbing onto the altar and sitting on Zoey’s thighs. Scooting forward, Zoey’s cock lay across the other woman’s stomach, all fourteen inches resting against the expanse of smooth skin, jutting up nearly between her breasts.

Zoey swallowed, eying the two new potions the alchemist was holding. Neither was recognizable. One was red, the other light green.

“Bonus points, dear student, if you can guess their purpose,” Sabina said, tone mildly teasing. It seemed she was in a playful mood, something Zoey had seen only a few times, usually during their quizzes.

“Don’t even know where to start. Could be anything.” In Sabina’s case, really anything.

“The options are varied,” she agreed. “And I suppose you’re distracted.” Sabina’s lips curled slightly as she pulled Zoey’s cock in, pressing the hefty mass against her stomach while rubbing her lower half into the base. “I won’t fault you for that. It’s more entertaining as a surprise, anyway.”

Leaning forward—bending Zoey’s cock down toward her own stomach with the movement—Sabina brought the red potion to Zoey’s lips. She accepted the substance, swallowing the surprisingly sweet liquid in one gulp.

Like the sensitivity serum, there was little difficulty distinguishing what happened to her as the magical fluid worked through her veins. Her libido had already been substantial, considering that she would soon be getting her first taste of her teacher’s pussy. But that anticipation doubled, then tripled, then more. Arousal coursed through her, empowered by the chemical she’d consumed, surging so intensely that she began struggling against her restraints in an attempt to lay hands on the woman atop her.

“Aphrodisiac,” Sabina said, coolly watching her unstable seat squirm hard enough to jostle her. “Nothing special, I suppose, but simplicity is often king. You have a skill that does the same? Inflame? I’m pleased I could imitate it. A general aphrodisiac was trickier to brew than I’d first assumed. But is it effective?” She hummed. “I can tell it is. Growing impatient?”