The Potion

"It doesn't really look any different. Just liquid." Abdulon stared at the little flask in front of him, arms crossed. Emi kept fumbling with the hem of her shirt in thought.

"I toned it down by a lot. But now I'm not sure if it's still potent enough to actually prevent a pregnancy."

"And how exactly can I help you find that out?"

Emi blushed. She knew this conversation would be awkward but right now the words she needed to say wouldn't even form in her throat. How could she even ask this of him after what they've both been through?

"I see.," Abdulon said with a nod. "You need someone to test it on."

Hiding her face behind her hands Emi nodded. She peaked out between her fingers as the silence stretched on. Looking at him she could almost see the cogs in his head turning. Contemplating. Working out the pros and cons of this favor she was asking him. Emi cringed.

"You don't have to do it. It was a dumb idea, I'll figure something out or maybe I'll just tell the contractor it didn't work and-"

Her sentence trailed off into silence as Abdulon picked up the flask and downed it in one go. She stared at him in stunned silence. Shaking his head, he grimaced.

"For something that smells so sweet it certainly tastes horrible."

"How do you feel?," she asked scanning him for any sign of change. He shrugged.

"Not anymore willing to jump you than usual I suppose." His teasing grin made her blush again.

"Can I?," she pointed at his hand and he nodded before she took his wrist and started counting his pulse. About 80. Nothing unusual there. Pupils normal sized and eyes clear. "So, you don't feel anything? No burning sensation? Unwelcome thoughts?"

"Desire to take off my clothes and beg you to fuck me?" He laughed at her groan then shook his head going serious again. "No, I feel nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it just takes a while to react?"

"Maybe." Emi gnawed on her bottom lip in thought. What if she toned it down so much it didn't have any effect at all? But then again her catalyst had reacted to it just fine. "How about I check back in with you in half an hour and we see how your vitals have changed then. And if anything happens in between just call me?"

"Sounds good."

With that Abdulon left Emi to clean up her work station throwing impatient glances towards the clock. She'd hate to have to do it all again if she butchered this batch. And there wasn't much of the original powder left. She'd have to get more succubus venom. Expensive and hard to come by. Maybe-

"Emi?"

Her train of thought was interrupted by Abdulons voice. Startling she realized she'd forgotten to look at the clock entirely. An hour had gone by. She hurried down the hallway towards Abdulons room following the call.

"I'm sorry I forgot to check in with you I was-" The sight before her cut her off entirely.

Abdulon sat on his bed a blanket over his lap and an uncomfortable grimace on his face. Beneath the length of the blanket Emi could see his bare ankles and shins and the fabric itself...it tented. Abdulon ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

"I should have called earlier I know but I thought I could spare you the sight." He groaned as something underneath the blanket twitched. "I don't know if its supposed to work this way but I've been trying to get off for about half an hour now and I just cant finish."

Emis eyes kept wandering towards the blanket and what lay underneath. She barely remembered the last time she saw it, only memories of the relief she felt when she had realized he was finally going to fuck her. Still she couldn't help licking her lips. Abdulons hand moved across the fabric palming himself through it. Her gaze snapped back to his face, caught red handed.

"Don't look at me like that.," he said hips bucking, "You have no idea what your presence makes me want to do right now."

More memories of his hands on her hips, leaving bruises and head between her legs assaulted her as she tried to figure out the next step. Hesitantly she stepped closer motioning him to hold out his hand. She grasped his wrist concentrating on counting out his pulse. His heart was beating at the speed of a birds wings and he kept staring at her. A look into his eyes showed her nothing but darkness, the only difference to last time being that they were clear.

She let go off his wrist still standing close by.

"What are we doing now?," he asked with a husky voice.

"First, you're going to answer a few questions for me.", she started pulling at the blanket. He let it happen shivering at the friction. When it finally fell away his cock sprang free. Again, Emi licked her lips. It was as big as she remembered, flushed and swollen along the head. Basically begging for a taste. Carefully she got on her knees.

"And then...," she continued, grazing her fingertips along his thighs and watching him tremble against her touch, "I'm going to help you. How does this feel? Burning?"

"No ah~," he cut himself off with a moan as she traced her fingers over his hips, "It's a lot. I- It feels like an itch and I ah~ I cant seem to scratch it. But you can."

Work first, then pleasure, Emi had to remind herself as she watched Abdulon come apart at her slight touches. To imagine this usually smug and confident guy melting in her hands. How long would it take for him to beg? Keep it together, he's doing you a favor!, she scolded herself.

"How long has it felt like this?"

"Started like ten minutes after I took it." His hands fisted the sheets as though he had trouble controlling himself.

"Do you feel like you're still in control of your actions?"

He took a shuddering breath: "That all depends on you." She frowned.

"On me?"

"Right now, I can keep it together. Maybe sit through it even. But if you-," he bucked his hips upward as her touch scooted close to his erection, "If you promise me the least bit of attention down there, I'd do anything for you."

Now it was her turn to shudder in sympathetic arousal. The look on his face betrayed the truth behind his words. He actually would do anything. Not that she would hold it against him. She'd done the same the first time she got in contact with the powder. Now only one question remained. One he wouldn't be able to answer, at least not verbally.

"I would- I would like to take a sperm sample of you.," she said averting her eyes as she felt another blush creep up her neck. His laugh made her look back up.

"If you can manage to get anything out of me do whatever you want. But as I said I've been working on it for half an hour already." She could see his hands twitching towards his cock at the mentioning of his former activities. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"I might know something that could help." Before he had the chance to answer she leaned forward and licked once across his head. Whatever he had wanted to say dissolved into a loud moan as he threw his head back. Emi didn't wait for him to catch his breath instead gripping his cock at the base to hold still as she licked again. She traced the slit atop it and let her tongue swirl around the head.

"Oh gods, please keep going.," he whined. With a small chuckle she wetted her lips before taking him in her mouth completely. Abdulon groaned, hips bucking so much she had to use her other hand to keep him from chocking her. In a slow rhythm she moved her head up and down barely reaching the middle of his shaft. Gods, he was big.

One of his hands tangled in her hair pushing just a little. Taking a deep breath through her nose Emi relaxed herself and let him push. The moan coming from him as the head of his cock met the back of her throat made her insides tingle with arousal. And when she started to move again, teeth lightly grazing his skin was when he completely lost it.

He howled out her name followed by a stream of words she couldn't understand as he fell back onto the bed. His fingers tightened against her scalp sending spikes of pleasure down her spine. She almost gagged as hot cum spurted in her mouth and down her throat. Quickly she let go of him rummaging through her back pocket until she found a vial she'd stuck there while cleaning and spit the semen into it. Then she gorged herself on the sight of what she'd just done to him.

Abdulons body still twitched uncontrollably even as his cock slowly went flaccid again. His hooded eyes stared up into nothingness as he tried to catch his breath. Utterly spent. Emi got up off the floor and sat down next to him her hand hovering just above his thigh.

"Are you okay?," she asked hesitantly.

"Uh-hu."

"Still feeling the itch?"

"Nuh-uh" He turned his head towards her, a blissful smile across his face. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle. This was a sight she could get used to. But something still gnawed at her mind.

"What did you say? When you were...you know? I don't know that language."

He hummed. "It's my mother tongue. I think...I might have been either cursing you out or calling you a saint. Not quite sure."

"Saint Emiramis. Has a nice ring to it.", she mused.

"Yeah.," his smile turned mischievous, "You could have me worshipping at your altar any day of the week."

"Oh, just shut up."