This was an idea I had kicking around and wanted to write, so I did so in a frenzied rush. First time posting here, so please be kind! Though I neglected to describe in the story itself, all characters are aged 18 or older. Well, if we're getting specific, Breccia is around 22 and her mentor 45. I'd have included it in the text but you know how the horny makes the mind go overdrive. Anyways, please enjoy if you do!
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Breccia bit her lip, hands fumbling to keep her hold on the cauldron's rim. Though the heavy iron thing was a magical implement designed to stay still despite the most volatile of brews, she still found herself paying close attention to the level of liquid inside. The thick, violet concoction she had been making stewed within, slow bubbles occasionally breaking its velvety surface. It was in no danger of spilling over, she knew that. But still, her attention was drawn to these air pockets with a strange magnetism, finding herself anticipating each time they'd pop and release the aroma in the steam.
She'd have told herself it was because didn't want it to overboil, but she already knew she was making excuses for herself. She was better than willful ignorance anyways, and while she didn't want to admit that the vapor was intoxicating, she could at least concede that every breath she took of the potion's steam made her feel...better. Made her mind feel lighter. Made her walls throb harder around the warmth pounding inside her.
"That's it, princess." She heard him whisper into her ear in time with another thrust. The moniker made her shiver. Princess. Again, she struggled to keep her grip on the cauldron, her elbows faltering in the motions of their rhythmic fucking. "Observe the alchemical solution like that. Tell daddy how you feel."
Somewhere in her mind, she knew calling the wizard she had sought out to be her teacher "daddy" wasn't what was agreed upon with the apprenticeship, but she liked the sound of it. It made her feel good. Just like how his member sliding in and out of her pussy made her feel good. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fumes before exhaling a breathy answer.
"It smells thick, daddy. Like the vapor is filling my head. It's- hard to think..." Craning her head to look over her shoulder, she met her master's eyes. He was looking at her with such satisfaction. It made her cunt tremble around his dick. "It feels good." She finished with a whine.
He nodded, reaching over to brush the back of his knuckles over her cheeks. The contact sent ripples of heat through her skin. She felt her breathing turn more ragged. She didn't know why, but she wanted him to touch her like that again. Feel the calloused palms of her mentor's hands on her. Not just on the face, though. Her skin ached for his touch. She needed him to grope her everywhere he shouldn't be touching. Touch her while he pumped into her.
"That's my princess." He crooned, pausing from pounding her cunt to lean over to her ear. "Daddy developed this potion just for you. So take deep breaths and make sure you feel what it's doing to you."
"Yes, daddy." She exhaled in rapture as he continued his movements. Her thoughts were frazzled, but she willed them to focus on the sensations assailing her. There was the aroma of the potion, thick and heady like the musk of their sex filling the air and her head. There was the way he stretched her pussy out, the way her walls felt around his dick as he slid it inside and out of her. There was the slapping sound of wet flesh mingling with his breathing and her gasps; his guiding hands on her hips, occasionally squeezing her ass and pushing aside whatever remained of her robe's trailing length. She even felt her breasts rubbing against the fabric.
She was a pyre set alight by her master's will, and she could feel herself approaching the inferno building inside her.
