This story features a boy getting a pussy, threats of breeding by demon girlcock, and all kinds of dirty talk. So if that's your jam, read on fellow patrician!
This is a sequel, or really a second unrelated part I suppose, to another story which you can read here! You don't need to have read the first one, but it might help to establish their relationship!
Enjoy! ♥
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Though business at Iris' tavern was often brisk, there were times when there just wasn't enough customers around to justify opening up shop.
Tanvo peeked his head out the front door. Howling winds buffeted the walls of the surrounding courtyard, sending plumes of desert sand cascading up and over like crashing waves. Debris choked the air itself, and what little of the sky could be seen was tinged blood red. He promptly closed the door before he let more sand in.
"Looks like the adventurer's really stepped in this one," he said, dusting off his hands.
Iris sighed. "Every few months, I swear. They should hang a sign on those tombs. 'WARNING: CURSE RELEASED IF SEAL BROKEN'. Might save us a lot of trouble."
The howling of wind was briefly replaced with the muffled ethereal voice of a king from an empire long dead. Since it was so far away, neither could hear what it was saying. The crack of thunder that followed told them the adventurers were attacking, and the assorted screams told the more experienced Iris that they'd be there for quite a while.
"It looks like lunch is scrapped," the proprietress said, placing her hands on her hips, "Let's take a half day."
Tanvo's eyes sparkled. "Does that mean we can-"
Iris nodded. "I can teach you a few more things."
While the rest of the staff worked on cleaning up the scattered sand and making sure the various shutters in their establishment didn't blow out and let a sand wraith in, the succubus lead the imp down into the wine cellar. Large casks of alcoholic beverages sat in various states of fullness, with ample replacements stuffed further back. Between the Beegirl Mead and The Cheapest Wine Possible, Iris had set up her alchemical supplies.
Her work table, long and covered in stains, stood in the middle with a pair of chairs tucked inside. To the left and right, rows upon rows of bottled ingredients, ranging from the common to the obscure. Tanvo had learned the uses for some of them, but some of they still baffled him. He was sure that Iris would get to describing the uses of a phoenix feather or something called "oregano" in due time!
Tanvo ran over to his side of the table and pulled out his notebook. They'd stopped where his notes had ended, so it was easy enough to find and read back through the previous experiment. He cringed when he recounted his observations.
"Sorry, again, for what happened before."
"I know. It was my fault. My bedroom wasn't exactly the best place for teaching," she replied. Her previous lesson had almost completely consumed her living quarters, which is why the alchemy lab was down in the cellar now. Even IF they created another goolem, they could easily isolate it by closing the cellar door until they could figure out a way to dissolve it.
"What's our lesson for today?" he asked. She looked over to his notebook. Though his writing was a bit blocky, he took decent notes during their lessons. Great pictures too. Perhaps there was hope for him yet, she thought.
"We're going to try something fun: a masculinity enhancement potion!"
Tanvo clapped. "Oh good! Wait, does that mean you think I'm not enough?"
She laughed and reached for his soft cock. Even flaccid it was disproportionately big for his body. "Oh sweetheart, of course you have plenty of manhood! But half the fun of alchemy is messing around with the natural world and seeing what happens. Now: the first ingredient is eye of newt."
He knew from his lessons that 'eye of newt' was just a playful name. Most alchemical ingredients had easy to remember symbolic names that had been misinterpreted by laymen over the years and made its practitioners sound like ghoulish monsters. Tanvo reached across the table, moved the bowl of salamander heads out of the way, and opened the container of mustard seeds. Their distinctive shape made them look similar to the inside of a newt's eye.
Iris had already poured into a glass vessel some Aqua Coles, which would provide the basic foundation of the potion. Tanvo crushed up the seeds with a mortar and pestle and added them into the container, one pinch at a time.
"What next?" he asked.
Iris put on a smarmy look, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know dear. What IS next?"
Tanvo looked for clear guidance or an obvious ingredient to add. "What about...mandrake?"
"Very good!"
The imp beamed and hustled over to the far shelf to grab the (slightly phallic) root from its container. He chopped half of it up into little cubes before asking: "How much is enough?"
Iris pinched her chin. "Oh, I should say 15 should do. Don't want to overdo it."
Tanvo grinned and shoved in a good deal of his chopped root into the vessel. He couldn't wait to try out his new junk!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Iris shrieked.
The imp looked back to her, his pointed ears dipping. "I...umm...I added fifteen?"