Next Ingredient The

Author's note: this is a follow-up to a previous short story I wrote called

'the Elusive Ingredient

'. While I do not believe it is necessary to read that first part to enjoy this part, it is recommended for those who would prefer a proper introduction to these characters and setting beforehand.

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

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To many of the students at Ūwilazala Academy, it appeared odd how Silfr Ståldóttir - enigmatic and aloof woman from the distant north - and Percy McDuff - gauche geek with a penchant for unpremeditated explosive spells - started to be seen more and more frequently in the company of one another seemingly overnight whereas before, the former seemed hardly cognizant of the latter's existence, the latter did not seem like the sort who would associate with someone like the former, and neither seemed to have struck up friendships of any kind with anyone that anybody was aware of before this one. Naturally, rumours were abound in that wizarding university that Silfr had implemented some sort of charm to beguile hapless Percy's mind to obey her every whim, but the truth - as the simplest explanation often is - was that the young man was at Silfr's beck and call completely of his own volition.

Of course, any readers of the previous instalment featuring these two young undergraduate mages will be well aware how Percy was Silfr's singular source for a very elusive ingredient - that being the semen from a virgin - essential in the making of particular magic potion she had been making extensive use of that provided the pep necessary for her to fit her belated learning between personal pursuits in time for the mandatory exams, and in the many months more that have passed since that initial encounter, the Snjórlander had been liberally exploiting her informal servant for all he was able to provide. Although outside of these sessions in extracting the bespectacled boy's staple, the raven-haired, silver-skinned female initially did maintain her distance as if intending to restrict their interactions to these appointments exclusively lest it hinted at what went on between them after class hours, although she gradually came to be more comfortable - or perhaps cared less about - being publicly seen within Percy's proximity without regard to what others may speculate, especially as she was able to steadily convert the young man into her general dogsbody, all for the overhanging promise that she would eventually have sex with him once their studies had been completed.

It would be easy to dismiss Percy as a pushover...and probably accurate, but he did not mind terribly too much, and even felt somewhat fulfilled that he was finally making himself useful for somebody after his first few friendless months at the academy, even if he was not quite sure if he could consider Silfr a true friend in spite of the sexual nature of their arrangement, who herself was certainly not the type who allowed any gratitude to shew on her surface. However, so long as she did not scold him for doing something wrong, he interpreted her silence as her way of giving thanks. The arrangement was not

entirely

one-sided either, for in exchange for carrying her grimoires and apparatus between classes, Silfr - prodigy sorceress that she was even before enrolling in Ūwilazala - occasionally tutored the not-quite-as-gifted Percy her methods methods for practising magic in private, and impart a little of her personal knowledge on him which was not taught in conservative classrooms, if for nothing else but to make himself more useful for her own ends...and perhaps help to keep his spontaneous detonations more in check.

At the present time this chapter takes place, Ūwilazala Academy's students were dreading the university's notorious final exams that were fast approaching, and Silfr was well aware she was going to have to stockpile her supply of her vitalization tincture to squeeze in as much studying as she was able if she had any hopes of graduating by honest means - especially as she had recently been more preoccupied with her latest fascination of producing poppet dolls instead - and Percy - having learned enough of his mistresses' habits while in her presence - was fully committed to do what she needed of him, although he could hardly call describe it as something akin to an ordeal, after all, he did derive a great deal of enjoyment in providing this particular service even if he knew true intercourse was still a little ways off for him until the very end of the academic year. What Silfr had in store for him in this instance, however, would prove to be the most taxing she will put him through to date.

For those not aware and as a quick reminder for those who are, Percy - despite never having an erotic interaction of any kind with another in his life prior to Silfr - had an extraordinary staying power that made his ejaculations an endeavour for the white-skinned witch to bring about, and his body even may have adapted to be slightly more resilient to her typical techniques after so many occasions of them being used on him in a relatively short amount of time. As such, Silfr had been steadily exploring for all of Percy's very specific sweetspots in order to make the collecting of his seed more efficient; essentially investigating how she could derive greater yield for less effort and all without having any actual sex with the male. After all, no matter how entertaining it was to toy with and tease the expressive virgin in various ways, Silfr was not doing so out of enjoyment, although as a result of her extensive appraisal, she had come to learn that Percy was capable of experiencing several orgasms in brisk succession, and that each of these rapid outputs would still remain plenty potent before they started petering out. Certainly useful for fitting in multiple sessions in a single day.

But to wring Percy of as much essence as he was worth before the cramming was to commence, Silfr was going to have to kick things up a very specific notch, and she made certain her servant knew precisely what it was she was planning ahead of time to achieve this so he would not back out on her at the last minute, and although he was initially downright aghast to what she proposed in her typical tactless fashion, he was eventually persuaded with the witch's promises of bringing him to heights of corporeal pleasure he had never before reached...in addition to a warning that she would bring a swift end to their arrangement and he would remain chaste by the year's end after all should he refuse. However he might have been convinced in the end, Percy - in spite of his misgivings - assured himself to go into this scenario with as open a mind as he could maintain.

Silfr gave a time and a meeting place for their next appointment, as well as a particular instruction for Percy to follow beforehand; hardly anything difficult or complicated, although still one most people would have preferred not to carry out. Nonetheless, carry it out nonetheless reliable Percy did, and he met Silfr the very next night just outside the doors to her dormitory five minutes ahead of their usual appointed hour of midnight exactly as both he and his mistress were both in the punctual habit of doing, and saw that she was carrying a small leather satchel slung across her shoulder, which the young man suspected the likely contents of.

"You have executed what I requested, McDuff?" Silfr asked her unofficial servant in her usual dry timbre.

Percy responded with nervous nodding, and to prove his affirmative, he started removing his outer garment then and there in the middle of the corridor directly in front of the female quarters, lifting them up and over his head to reveal he had fulfilled Silfr's bidding: to wear absolutely nothing underneath his robe for that entire day! Percy (as with most orthodox wizards) normally wore a simple shirt and breeches beneath his ankle-length wrap, but had naught aside from that relatively thin layer of fabric to conceal his nudity that day, with the only other things he was presently wearing being his pointed cap, spectacles and shoes. A strong enough updraft from a stray wind spell could have easily lifted his robe and reveal his shame to all within proximity, and yet it was precisely a posed risk like that which had left Percy already excited in anticipation for his meeting with Silfr, and Silfr knew full well what effect it would have on him for how much of a closet pervert she had learned the virgin was from the onset of their acquaintanceship, noting how better results seemed to be gained dependant on where she performed her acts around campus whenever the alchemy laboratories were unavailable despite no variance in the acts themselves, and deducing that celibate Percy somehow had somewhat of a latent exhibitionist streak in him despite having never exhibited before.

Now disrobed and his body practically bare, he put his shedded garb as well as his hat aside as Silfr produced a pair of items from her bag. The first was a pair of leather bracers stitched tightly together which she fastened both of Percy's wrists into as he held his arms behind his back at her command firmly enough to ensure there was absolutely zero chance of them being slipped out of, and the second was a black collar made of likewise material, the kind one would have their pet wear, and was even complete with a long leash attached. This band was fastened around Percy's neck taut enough to make him feel a constrictive pressure around his trachea without outright choking him, and although it was still uncomfortable, he voiced no complaint, knowing Silfr decently enough by now realise this was likely to be very much intentional on her part. With these bonds in place, Silfr gathered Percy's discarded garments in a bundle underneath one thin arm while the skeletal hand at the end of her other held onto the collar's cord by the loop it terminated in.

"Walk." She ordered him with the same air of authority a stern owner would give a dog while also giving the leash a flick for good measure, and Percy obediently complied, leading the way down the corridor while he was technically being lead by Silfr from behind, although he was shuffling along at an uncertain gait.

Percy was permitted to keep his shoes on to protect his feet while he walked to where Silfr planned on taking him, as well his glasses so that he might see his way through the university hallways lit only by the light of the artificial moon beaming through the windows which currently shone with a deep blue hue. Silfr's hypothesis of Percy's exhibitionist fetish would prove accurate as she peered over his shoulder just a few steps into their stroll to verify his uncircumcised prick had already swelled to its full four-inch erection, although she made no remark and simply allowed for the situation to speak for itself to Percy. The pair exchanged no words during their depraved amble, making Percy's increasingly heavy breathing from excitement become all the more audible for Silfr in the silence of the passageways during that late hour, first through his nose, and soon his mouth by the time they had exited the Academy's main building via its front entrance.

Although they did not once encounter a single other pedestrian en route to their destination - as most everybody else who resided on campus were likely sound asleep in their quarters - it was the simple thought that he

could

easily be seen that invigorated Percy so, picturing in his mind's eye how bustling the very same corridors they were passing through were during each day, or the dozens upon dozens of individuals passing through the main ingress just mere hours ago, wondering how those people would react if he were in the exact same predicament during those more active periods. By these thoughts, his cock was made rigid to the point where it appeared almost achingly tense as it made the occasional twitch as though it could have burst if even the most delicate of contact was made to it. Just by looking at how strained his member was, one could tell the sort of heat it radiated with sheer arousal as a bead of precum even formed on its tip half-hidden by foreskin. At this point in time, Percy had not masturbated for nearly a week as per Silfr's prohibition, which he had been tolerating fine enough until now, his mind now muddled as it was overtaken by his libido and fearing he may turn mad before long if it was not going to be satiated shortly, with his agitation made all the more unbearable by how he could have readily remedied this (Silfr's dictates be damned) with his own hands had they not been so firmly bound behind his back.

The Academy's grounds were kept well and housed all manner of exotic plants imported from across the globe, and some crossbred by the more green-thumbed professors and students, though this land did not extend terribly far from the campus' central structure afore reaching a perimeter of steep hills presumed impassable, although no records have stated anybody determined (or brave) enough to investigate what lay beyond the border of the sub-dimension Ūwilazala occupied. Silfr did not bring Percy as far out as that, however, merely taking him around to the back of an outer annexe that would provide them with the absolute minimum of privacy from anybody who may happen to take a cursory peek out from one of the primary building's (almost literally) countless windows. By the time they took their half-hearted hiding place, Percy's face was already blazing scarlet from having just willingly walked utterly nude through the university, all while Silfr - still modestly covered - was as unbothered by this situation of her own making as though she really was merely escorting an animal (perhaps part of that came from knowing that the majority of the blame if caught will instantly be assumed to lie with the one without clothing), although she was deriving a certain fascination by just how horny the young man had become from such a humiliating set-up, exceeding even her own expectation.

Silfr then let the leash fall from her fingers and dropped the bundle of Percy's clothing she still carried before reaching into her satchel again to bring out glass bottle with a narrow neck that abruptly expanded into a bulbous, near-spherical bottom; a vessel that could contain a much vaster volume than the narrower vial which caught Percy's cum during his premiere milking at Silfr's hand. This container's opening was much wider than the typical test tube as well, being just barely big enough for the circumference of Percy's prick to fit into, which is precisely what Silfr did with it, intending for it to collect the young man's climax while keeping both her hands free for other uses, although the bottle's neck was still not tight enough on its own to remain in place without slipping off. Silfr's skills as a mage had increased quite exponentially since when we had left off from last time, however, and this issue was swiftly remedied with but a few magic words and a couple of gesticulations, after which, the mouth of the bottle contorted and remoulded until it eventually took on a shape resembling a literal mouth!

Silfr had transmogrified the matter making up the bottle and bestowed upon it limited animation, so that its opening now resembled a pair of full, feminine lips that would not look out of place on a concubine in the harem of a West Purvajan sultan, albeit just as translucent as the glass they were fabricated from but with none of the hardness, feeling as soft as if they had been fashioned from flesh. Not only that, but they latched onto Percy's length and even started making a suction motion in addition to a crystalline tongue which could be seen through the transparent material it was derived from rolling around the male's girth. Unfortunately, Silfr was still not quite so proficient enough to give such a quasi-anthropomorphised object the same warmth or wetness as the genuine article it was imitating, but she had least had the foresight to line the inside with some water so that Percy would not have to suffer the abrasion of a dry blowjob.

Silfr was firsthand aware that this alone would not be enough to induce an orgasm in Percy in any timely manner, but she never really intended for it to, merely utilising it as an aid for the main activity that was to shortly follow. First, however, she left the bewitched bottle attached to Percy's reproductive appendage to continue its own actions while she produced a second container from out her bag: a smaller phial which already contained a liquid as clear as the glass which held it, although was far too viscous to be mere water.

"Turn." She made a monotone order, and Percy readily complied. Once he was facing away from her, Silfr squatted to have her face level with his posterior just below where his wrists were fettered, and - not unlike her own self - where the majority of the scrawny male's body fat seemed to be centred with a pair of plump buttocks that rivalled Silfr's buns. Upon seeing them up close and within arm's reach, she felt an innate compulsion to slap them simply to see if they would wobble and to monitor what their owner's reaction would have been, but she kept her cruelty in check as she continued according to her preconceived plan. She unstopped the phial before tipping some of its slimy contents onto the two longest fingers of her left hand, then put the container aside to then spread one of the boy's bum cheeks to one side with her right paw to expose his anus that lay between his haunches: a part of Percy's person which - before this very night - neither he nor any other had explored in any erotic capacity, even less so than his penis.

Silfr made it explicit for Percy to ensure his general anal region had been

thoroughly

bathed before this meeting, and she was satisfied to see him perform this ordinance without fail, as there would have been serious wrath to pay had he not. Silfr watched the spotless rear hole occasionally wink in response from the pleasure received from the fellatio progressing at his front as she brought her slimy left digits up and in line with the flexing orifice, at first touching the eye of the creased opening with only the tip of her slim middle finger, holding it in place without yet putting it in long enough to make Percy aware that it was primed, who himself in turn gasped and flinched from feeling the cool, oiled fingertip to a spot a lot more sensitive than he had supposed. He would then feel a slight pressure pushing against his pucker, followed by the sensation of that same cool, oiled finger slipping slowly inside, bringing a yelp up from his voicebox as he experienced the peculiarity of something solid

entering

his arsehole for the first time ever.

A low, continuous moan from the male followed as Silfr buried her centre digit deeper into his vent, the witch doing so at a snail's pace in order to give both Percy and his rectum a chance to adjust to the insertion in terms of feeling and accommodation respectively, although she was not going to remove her finger until she had sank it all the way down to her knuckle, having to wiggle it some in order to burrow it further against the resistance his unprobed anal walls provided. Once her whole finger was within, Silfr started steadily revolving her wrist alternatively between clockwise and counter to coat as much of the the young man's inner lining with the lubricant as she could, pushing and pulling her hand while she did to reinsert the offending digit inside Percy several times more until she believed he was sufficiently slackened to handle a second, slipping her index finger in alongside its fellow with slightly greater ease than the latter despite the more crowded aperture. Silfr started fingering him at a steadily increasing rhythm while continuously rolling her fingers around inside, with a couple spreads of her digits tossed in for good measure to do all that she could to make Percy's arsehole as lubricated and loosened as much as could be managed for what was to follow.