*Toil and trouble cauldron full and liquid bubble, to witch I am and lie in rubble, a spell of love and lust I stir with struggle.*
I swirled the glowing green liquid in the giant iron cauldron with a giant wooden stirring stick. A thick vapor filled in a cloud of noxious gas.
I flicked a finger into the green liquid and popped it into my mouth. Hmm, minty. A warm feeling spread across my body, a wave of burning pleasure spreading from my mouth to my groin. As fast as the feeling hit me it was over.
The potion was nearly perfect, just needed a few more ingredients I couldn't source in my swamp cabin. Joy.
My name is Genivair Ghrette. And I'm a swamp witch. I live on the outskirts of a kingdom to the west. I try my best to eke out a living by selling potions and making charms. People come my way looking for anything to make their lives a little more bearable.
My cabin was, well, a mess. Reagents and books are scattered throughout and stacked to the ceiling. Jars of miscellaneous liquid and bottles of potions were haphazardly strewn about on shelves and tables.
Love potions weren't legal under the magical concordant. But lust potions were different by technicality. Magic was a gift given to the few to protect the many. And those blessed with it decided that rules had to be in place to keep it in check. The concordance was where I learned how to harness my powers.
I walked into my room, the only place with a semblance of order to it. A small bed was pressed against the wall under the window. I did my best to keep it clean, but alas, work seemed to creep its claws into my personal life.
I shrugged, work for another day. I snapped my fingers. I felt the familiar surge of power course through my body, an intense feeling of power coursed through my fingers and into my clothes.
I wore simple sweats while I was working, but for nights on the town, well, something a little more magical was in order.
My grey garments magically stitched themselves into a red and black corset. My sweat pants transformed into a pair of long black and red-heeled boots and a *very* short pair of shorts. The band of elastic transformed into a pointed crimson hat. My two bracelets grew and stretched into long elbow-length red gloves.
I picked up an ornate wooden brush and brushed through my deep abyssal black hair. I checked myself out in my floor mirror.
Fuck I was hot, the outfit was cliche but comfy. I was a tall woman with a pale complexion and a wicked smile. I had an affinity for red, which started with my hellfire eyes. Around my neck and dipping into my rather large bosom was my amulet. It was a piece of metal, a circle around an inch in diameter with a depiction of a cat's paw on it.
I stalked my way back through my cluttered house and through the front door. I walked out onto my porch and was immediately assaulted by the smell of the swamp burning my nose. I was used to it, but it didn't change the fact it stunk.
Why did I live in a swamp? Well, the kingdom wasn't super happy about me selling charms and hexes to the townsfolk. And swamps had a lot of the ingredients I needed for my job. One of the few ingredients I couldn't source here was an essence, sexual essence.
To make a potion it needed four things. the base, water mainly, a physical representation, in this case, an aphrodisiac mushroom, the verbal key to translate the magic, and finally, the essence to bind it all together. For what I'm making I need the essence of man, aka semen.
I took a deep breath and snapped my fingers once again, channeling the vibrant energy through the air. I could feel the hum of liquid energy in my bones. I raised my hand, stretching my fingers out. A line of red energy spread from my hands into the empty space creating a large oval. I took a step through it.
On the other side, I was in a dingy back alley, surrounded by white brick walls. I walked towards the street. I was in the magical section of the capital. It was a busy market street lined with stalls. Robed figures stalked and talked with the magical salesmen. A witch wasn't an uncommon sight in the magical district, but I could feel some stares coming my way.
I smiled and found where I needed to be.
It was a small stall, with a crone sitting behind it. She looked up and smiled my way.
"GiGi, my baby, it's been too long. So long in fact that I think you want something."
"Can't fool you Bashu. Listen, working on a project and I need something to bind it together."
"What's the potion GiGi? I can see what I scrounge up."
"Well, it's a lust potion, and I need some essence of man."
She laughed like the old crone she is. "Sweetie, it's been so long since I've been able to get that, I'm afraid I can't help you."
"Well, that makes this slightly more cumbersome. Any women of the hedge who have a surplus?"
"Let me ask."
Bashu's old wrinkled eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began a meditative chant. A small moment went by before her eyes rolled back. She had a slight smile.
"Unfortunately the hedge is limited in their supplies, I'm sorry GiGi."
"It's alright Bashu, it's not impossible to procure myself, just wish I didn't have to." I kneeled to one knee, taking the old Hedgewitch's hand in my own and kissing a wrinkled digit gingerly. I took out a few copper coins from my satchel and slipped them into her hand.
"GiGi, I cannot take your money, I have not provided you with anything." she held the few pieces in her hand, presenting them.
I gave her a sunny smile. "Bashu, I owe you everything, it's the least I can do for you."
She smiled and pocketed the small coins.
I said my farewell and walked down the marketplace.
Well, that's unfortunate. It was true that extracting male essence wasn't hard, in fact, I could probably get some without much hassle, but it was the quantity I needed. I reached into my potion satchel and pulled out an empty flask, the small marking I made was at the 300mL mark. If I were to do it normally, I'd have to milk out nearly 150 orgasms. I didn't have enough time for that.
I put the flask back and started walking in idle thought. I had a few options, the brew had to be done in a few days, and I was missing the most vital component. I could either, use a substitute, at risk of the health of the potion. I could manually milk it out of 150 men, time-consuming and I'd have to find 150 men to milk, with my outfit it wouldn't be hard. Or option three, enhancement.
I knew a sex shop in the magical market that sold a special brew that can make a man produce much more than normal. I decided that was the best course of action and began walking that way.
A large sign read 'Cat's Meow: magical adult entertainment.'
I walked up to the large wooden door and pushed it open. The store was an assault on the senses.
A waft of erotic smells stung my nose as I gazed at the frankly obscene amount of sexual equipment and sexual enhancements. Various dildos, masturbators, potions, edibles, lube, everything, and anything a sexually active mage could need.
