Final Ingredient The

Author's note: this is the finale to a trilogy of short stories, following from '

The Elusive Ingredient

' and '

The Next Ingredient

'. While I do not believe it is necessary to read the previous two parts to enjoy this installment, it is recommended for those looking for fuller context for these characters and setting.

I also recommend checking the tags first before deciding whether you wish to continue reading this story or not.

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I

It was the night before Silfr and Percy were due to graduate from their course at Ūwilazala Academy at long last. It had been a tough but insightful year for each, both becoming a great deal more skilled and erudite in the wizarding arts now compared to their inauguration day. However, rather than spending the evening making preparations for the grand ceremony that waited for them the following morrow, Silfr was instead making preparations for one final experiment that she wished to attempt whilst she still had access to the Academy's abundant resources: an experiment that would measure her months-long accumulation of acquired knowledge more than any mere exam might, and, as familiar readers might hazard an assumption, poor Percy had been dragged along in the process to provide a necessary component in such a venture.

Silfr had brought Percy to the summit of a lonely hill outwith Ūwilazala Academy's sub-universe, and some hours trek away from the university's transdimensional access point deep into rural countryside on the prime plane. Said summit was crested with the bleak, grey, roofless ruins of what was likely once a fortress or a watch tower whose name had long been forgotten from living memory, and had crumbled unattended into its current state across centuries into little more than a brick floor overrun with weeds sprouting between the cracks and the uneven remains of a half-fallen south-facing wall where creeper had free rein. Percy could spy no signs settlement in the surrounding landscape as far as his bespectacled brown eyes could perceive, and how Silfr even came to know about such a secluded spot, it was not his place to question, though she nevertheless seemed acquainted enough with it as she set about making her preparations.

Percy was not made privy to the exact nature of Silfr's latest project, although as per their prearrangement, he was compelled to come when his presence was requested, and that went doubly so on this instance as his raven-haired mistress had at least divulged she was at long last willing to reward her servant with the promise she had made him when she first harvested his virgin semen from him by hand so many months prior if he remained at her beck and call, which he had diligently done ever since. Percy McDuff was finally going to get laid.

Naturally, Percy was ecstatic at the prospect of his unflappable fealty finally about to pay off, although that did not stop him from pondering whether Silfr's word ran true after being duped by her relatively recently when he came so very close to coming to genuine intercourse with the white-skinned beauty only for her to reveal that was not the case after the matter had passed, leaving him intensely frustrated by this trickery. However, as he thought about it logically, Silfr would no longer have any immediate need for the elusive ingredient he had been providing for her potions as of this night, so perhaps she really was last going to relieve him of his chaste quality which gave said ingredients their essential character, and yet he knew full well from the very fact that he had been brought all the way out to such a reclusive site meant that Silfr had some undisclosed use for him yet.

Indeed, while Silfr planned no subversion on her guarantee, it was underlined with an ulterior motive, and perhaps if Percy knew outright what that was, even he would not be quite so keen to have come along with her regardless of whether his cherry would be popped from it or not. For tonight, Silfr was daring to cross a line few mortals would ever consider: the summoning of an unearthly entity embodying the very concept of evil itself, and binding it to the physical world. In layman's terms, Silfr was attempting to conjure a daemon.

The conjuring of daemons, as one could imagine, is a practice considered taboo even within the eccentric wizarding community. Bringing a manifestation of sin into the mortal realm even intentionally oft leads only to disaster for those insufficient at keeping such powers in check. However, if properly and carefully kept in check, a daemon could prove to be a powerful tool for either good or ill. Of course, any tool - especially a dangerous one - requires a skilled user to control and make the most of, and Silfr believed herself perfectly capable when it came to handling such devilish, potentially deadly dealings. It was certainly not a subject ever taught in a relatively conservative institution as Ūwilazala was, although tomes on the topic could be acquired with relative ease from outside dealers of dubious legitimacy, and Silfr had gathered several during her stay at the Academy which leafed through at any opportunity she could get between her regular studies, though it was only as of late where she believed she had reached a sufficient stage to put what she had reviewed into practical application.

Although most first-time daemon summoners would play things relatively safe and start out by summoning entities of lesser grade such as imps or hellhounds, Silfr wished not to waste time with the elementary and paltry, seeing her own spellcasting abilities significantly above the level of that of the average mage even if she still was technically an undergraduate. Instead, she was about to jump straight into attempting to invoke the most powerful class of daemon as was possible with her current powers: a cubus (plural: cubi). For a brief overview for the uninitiated, cubi are daemons which are the embodiments of pure desire and lust, inspiring reckless hedonism and self-destructive obsessions in mortals, and are split into two distinct 'genders': the masculine incubi and the feminine succubi, although some scholars argue these terms are rather arbitrary, for gender as we mortals understand it cannot be so readily applied to beings as fluid and abstract as daemons.

Whatever the case, the summoning of spirits - whether they be daemons, phantoms or faeries - often requires at least one offering and/or act tying into the the spirit's given nature as part of the ritual needed to bring them forth, and as is the case in the conjuring of a cubus, one of those vital, befitting elements that must be performed is the very act of intercourse itself - or more specifically, the mutual orgasm that comes from the conclusion of such a union - performed in proximity of a summoning circle. This was where hapless Percy was to come into play, otherwise Silfr would have been perfectly content to carry out the rites by herself. Any male would have done just as well whether virgin or otherwise, but Silfr found it far more simple on short notice to bring along one she already built up a rapport with and whom she already knew would know better than to pester her with too many questions as to the nature of her enterprise. And besides all that, any witch worth their sulphur knew when to suitably reward their minions for their services rendered if they still wished to command their continued loyalty.

It had already reached dusk by the time the two arrived at the nameless ruins, and night was fully settled by the time Silfr had completed the preliminary preparations. She had done so entirely on her own, which Percy was quite surprised by, as normally he would at least be assisting Silfr with menial work like that (if not outright ordered to carry out all the labour himself), though the raven-haired witch insisted the male remained idle to one side even after he willingly offered to lend a hand, if only to do something to help take his mind off the nervous anxiety plaguing his thoughts that came from knowing he was about to have sex for the first time yet kept in suspense over when exactly the dirty deed was to be done. How being properly intimate with Silfr would actually go was something Percy had oft imagined ever since their initial encounter some six months ago, and yet for all that fantasising, he could scarcely believe doing the real thing was only a short while away, and still he did not feel quite ready, with his biggest concern - aside from what it might feel like - being whether he would even do the things that needed to be done during it all in the right way.

In all fairness, what Silfr was doing at the moment really was well outside Percy's sphere of knowledge, and for a ritual as delicate as daemon summoning, she had no intention of leaving finer details in the hands of somebody who could easily botch the whole thing up with one misplaced scribble. With the most careful of care, she drew out an inverted (relative to the north) five-pointed star of perfect, symmetrical proportions within a circle approximately nine feet in diameter, which was then further surrounded by a secondary circle about another foot wider than the previous. In the space between the two circles, esoteric glyphs with meanings beyond Percy's personal ken were then painstakingly delineated about the entire circumference. Silfr did not even permit her servant to light the blood-red candles or sticks of incense that were then placed exactly where the five points of the star contacted the inner circle. Percy was especially lost once Silfr started reciting verses in a very inhuman language unlike any magic spell he had heard before, all whilst making wild gesticulations with her hands and fingers over the magic circle as she was stood by its bottommost point.

While he did at least recognise what Silfr had rendered was a magic circle and understood its function as a focal point for magical powers, that focal point could have a wide variety of uses from warding to warping to aiding in meditation or rejuvenation, and he was unable to determine exactly what the use of this one may be as the configuration of this particular example was unfamiliar to him. Silfr has stipulated that Percy was not to inquire anything in regards to the ritual's specific purpose lest he forfeited the role he was to play in it, and while he was wary as to why Silfr was so reticent and had a hunch her aims were not wholly benign, he trusted her and her expertise enough so whatever her intent, neither of them would come to harm...he hoped.

Eventually, the necessary incantations had all been cantillated and the necessary formulae had all been laid out. All that remained to carry out was the catalyst that would - in theory - draw the cubus into the material dimension like a magnet, with the magic circle acting a connector of sorts between here and its native dimension. Silfr informed Percy that now was the time she had need of him, and ordered her servant to strip himself entirely of his clothing as she started to do the same. Percy perked up upon suddenly being addressed, taken quite aback that now of all times seemed to be when they were about to couple, fully expecting for it to have happened

after

whatever it was they were even doing, but still he hopped to following her instruction without complaint and with hardly any hesitation; a far cry from the shy boy he had been only half a year prior. While hardly being anything new for him at this point. the excitement Percy derived from seeing Silfr's lissom, alabaster figure in the nude remained just as strong as it had always been, but in tonight's context, that excitement was only enhanced.

Fortunately, Silfr had chosen a clear, temperate night to conduct her ceremony, with no wind, rain or even clouds in the sky as the natural moon (as opposed to Uwilizala's artificial satellite) shone full and bright in all its radiant, silvery splendour down upon their youthful, au naturel bodies, providing them with sufficient illumination in addition to the burning candles, which were otherwise the sole source of manmade light for what must have been miles around, turning the ruins into a tiny island of orangish radiance amongst a sea of pitch darkness to any outside observer. Although even with that in mind, Percy still did feel somewhat self-conscious about undressing out of doors despite knowing the vast unlikelihood of any soul - Silfr aside - catching sight of him here unclothed, unless one was to count the occasional owl passing overhead, but after being made to walk bollock naked through the college corridors afters lights-out only just the other week, the lonely hilltop hardly seemed like anything at all in comparison.

Once she was disrobed, Silfr sat down directly afore the circle, partially bathed in the radiance from the candles that gave her pale flesh a sinister glow with strong shadows cast across her pretty - though angular - countenance which did not convey the discomfort the cold stone floor would have given anybody with their bare backside upon it. The Snjórlander leaned back, resting on the palms of her hands while she kept her knees arched but feet flat on the floor, her thighs parted to present her female sex in full, unobstructed view towards Percy, evidently expecting for him to be one to approach her in this instance rather than the inverse which was the norm for how they had been conducting things up until this point.

"Prepare me, McDuff." Silfr then commanded her assistant as if it was not apparent enough she expected him to take the initiative, though for an agitated novice as Percy was, it indeed was not. Even though while he stood there wearing naught except his spectacles with his four inch erection already at full mast and standing by for action at a moment's notice, he stood stock still at a genuine loss for what measures Silfr was apparently awaiting for him to take after having relied on Silfr all this time to take the lead, and his heart sank in his chest as he dreaded what he felt was necessary to ask next:

"C-come again...?" He stammered out.

"Must I guide thou on every minute aspect even still?" Silfr was prompt to respond. Although her tone was cool and collected as usual, her intended chiding still came across plain as day, precisely to Percy's expectation. He thought he would have been used to it by now, though they still felt like a stab to his stomach, and the verbal dagger was further twisted as she went on to add: "Virgin though thou art, surely thou hast heard of the concept of 'foreplay', yea?" Poor Percy. He was not unintelligent, just unversed. "If we art indeed to conduct coitus, then I require to be readied, and that shalt be achieved all the more exponentially via your assistance. Unlike thyself, I do not become forthwith excited at slightest sight of naked flesh alone. Surely thou hath perused an account of cunnilingus in the pages of a pornographic periodical purchased for tuppence at some point? Or perhaps thou understands it only in the vulgar vernacular of 'eating one out'? I shalt repeat myself once more, McDuff, but do not make me state thrice: prepare me."

Percy swallowed nervously while Silfr went silent, waiting for him to make his first move on something he had not a single idea of how to start going about. If instruction manuals for this sort of thing were published, then they were not readily available enough, the virgin thought. Silfr was actually not too far off from what she had said, as the closest thing to a handbook on the topic Percy had come across were the issues of

Tarts Bimonthly

his father kept stashed away at the bottom of a sock drawer that Percy would sneak peeks at every opportunity throughout his adolescence. He supposed those erotic magazines were just about as good a reference point as any in the here and now, as his only alternative would be to miss out on what he had been waiting to come about for so long.

Percy started to approach Silfr, albeit gingerly, conscious of every shuffle his feet made, and his nerves were not helped by the manner in which his mistress unwaveringly stared at him all the while with her unsmiling face and cold eyes. Once he was near enough, Percy lowered himself onto his knees, discovering the floor to be just as uncomfortable against them as he speculated, though voiced no complaint as he next started to bend his upper body over, lowering his face down into the space between her open legs. Percy had seen Silfr's pussy plenty of times prior to the present, although never this near before, and the clinical illustrations of female anatomy he had seen in medical textbooks were hardly comparable to scrutinising the real thing up close.

The labia minora did look somewhat strange to him when examined at this short distance, although perhaps that was only because he was not used to the sight, which he was not reviled by by any means, far from it, but moreso fascinated by the folds in a semi-academic sense, giving him an intense desire to prod around them with his fingers first to see how they might react as well as gain a sense of what they might feel like to touch before applying his mouth, although he could sense Silfr's eyes burning a hole in the top of his head, he doubted she would approve of such pussyfooting around her pussy. Percy was expecting to find the slit at least a little bit moist before he started anything, but the witch's privates appeared to be just as dry as the rest of her was, but this would soon be rectified in any case.

Percy inched his face closer and closer to the vagina, unaware of how heavy his anxious breathing had become through his slightly open mouth, which Silfr would no doubt feel the warmth of blowing gently against her privates which even she could not deny felt rather pleasant, though did not state. Once he was within smooching distance, Percy then licked his lips as if wetting them beforehand would improve his performance before carefully sticking his tongue out and using its very tip to touch the thin cleft which separated Silfr's lower lips. From there, Percy then slowly moved his lingual muscle up along to the very top of the slit before then working his way to its nadir, believing that was a sufficient enough gesture to start with as any, and tried not to dwell too deeply on how he was licking his first vagina before even having his first kiss. Percy expected the folds to have some sort of flavour as well, but he picked up on no particular taste, but it was hardly any wonder as to why considering he was just barely skimming the surface at this stage, to the extent that Silfr was speculating whether her serf was trying her patience on purpose, feeling nary a tickle from his sheepish efforts.

Percy was in dire need of some direction lest she would be spending the whole night night sat on her bare arse on the stone floor waiting to receive even the smallest of stimuli, and Silfr provided such direction both through words and actions, although the latter came first as she reached over with one hand, place it upon the back of the boy's skull before sharply pulling it back inwards faster than he even realised it was the female's own hand doing so, shoving his face deeper down between her thighs with a forcefulness that belied her bony arms, his whole mouth now making full contact with her pussy, with his nostrils against into the trimmed tuft of dark hair just above her sex, eliciting a startled exclamation from the geek that was muffled against his mistress' muff.

"Faster and deeper, McDuff." She commanded, and Percy readily complied, though his motivation mainly came from her fingers feeling somewhat threatening as they clamped onto his crown. He stuck his tongue out further, burying it within her labia to have it meet her spongy lining nestled within, and it was here that Percy was treated to the true tang of a woman's twat that was enough to give him an instant's pause, but he soon started resuming his licks, lapping at a far more moderate pace than he had been previously, enough for the vagina to start generating a salty stickiness closer to what he had initially expected from the female genitals, yet was still not quite like anything he had sampled before. It was odd, as if he were tasting such a flavour in any other context, he probably would not have enjoyed it, yet somehow from knowing this was the taste of an attractive woman incentivised him, the rate of his licks increasing all the while like it was an instinctual drive to please and possibly even impress said woman that in turn would please him. Perhaps if he had been with any other female, he would have been successful in doing just that this first time around through sheer ardour alone, but unfortunately, his first time had to be with Silfr Ståldóttir.