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You knew right away that there was something wrong with the potion. Sucrose looked at you expectantly, her clipboard ready to take notes and observations.
“So?” she asks, her ears twitching in anticipation.
You flush at the sound of her voice, your body heating up from the inside in a way you’ve never experienced before. “It…it didn’t work,” you managed to get out.
“Nothing huh?” Sucrose let out a disappointed sigh. Her latest project was to create a potion that would temporally give a non-vision bearer the strength of someone with a vision. As a non-vision bearer in the knights, you were the perfect research assistant for her.
“Perhaps we need to adjust a few things,” Sucrose murmured to herself.
Your breathes come out in short pants, and you squeeze your thighs together. Her voice was sending you in a tizzy.
“Are you alright?” Sucrose’s eyes widen in concern as she finally noticed the state you were in. Your body quivering, your eyes slightly glazed over.
“The potion…something else…”
“Something else?” Sucrose hurried to your side. “What is it, what symptoms do you have? I can create an antidote.”
You shake your head. You knew you didn’t need an antidote in the moment, what you needed was her. With a shaky hand you reach out and clasp Sucrose’s wrist, bringing it to your chest. A low moan leaves you from her fingertips touching you. Even through the fabric you could feel her.
A blush stains Sucrose’s cheeks. “I see. An aphrodisiac then? Of course, it makes sense with the ingredients we used.”
“Sucrose,” you beg.
She stops in her rambling and regards you. She pulls her hand out of your grip and all you want to do is cry as she takes her touch away. Your body is on fire, burning hot, the apex of your thighs aching.
“In a situation like this, it would be better for it to just run its course,” she said slowly, like she was saying it to convince herself of this fact. “In fact by stimulating the metabolism, it should break down faster.”
You could barely pay attention to her words as you crumple to the ground, your hands scrambling to pull your shirt out from being tucked into your skirt. After a moment to take in the surprise of your state, Sucrose kneels and helps you take your shirt off. Your bra was quick to go, your breasts out. Normally you would have been embarrassed, this was not the way to act in front of the head assistant but in the moment you couldn’t care less.
“Sucrose…” you beg again.
Her hands tentatively reach out and her gloves hands touch your breasts.
A startled gasp flows through you as you feel yourself release down there from the barest of stimulation. She blinks in surprise and is about to pull her hands away when you grab her wrists to keep her hands there. “More,” you beg. “Please. I need more.”
“I see. This is not something that a single orgasm can fix.” Her brow furrowed in worry. “I guess it was too strong.” Her hands were awkward, unsure as she kneaded and pinches your breasts. Your nipples begged to be touched and she obliged, running them between her pointer and thumb.
At the moment, you didn’t care how amateur she was, her touch as enough to set you off as you orgasmed a few times. You fell backwards onto the lab floor, Sucrose sitting next to you as she fondled you as best she could.
Soon though, you realized it wasn’t enough anymore. Her touch on your breasts were enough to tether you onto the edge but not enough to get you over it anymore. You lifted your hands which had hung limply at your sides and struggled to pull off your skirt.
Sucrose looked at you in surprise and lifted her hands from your chest. She asked you a question but you were so focused on what you were doing that you didn’t hear her. She rested a hand on either side of your head and forced you to look at her.
“What is it?” she asked softly.
“More…more…” you whisper. You turn your head and noticing her fingers are right there, you open your mouth and suckle on the fabric around her fingers.
Sucrose blushes as she gently pulls her finger out of your mouth and you cry in protest. “I don’t think that will help you right now,” she stammers as she focuses on helping you with what you had been trying to do earlier.
Your skirt was quick to come off. Sucrose stares at your soaked panties with wide eyes. Pulling them off, she sees your hole is glistening wet from the times you’ve orgasmed.
“What…what should I do?” she asked.
You respond with your own fingers, stroking your clit and your folds. A small sob escapes you as you realize it is not enough. It needs to be Sucrose doing it. You beg and moan, your words half slurred and Sucrose blushes at how shameless you are.
“I see.” She removes one of her gloves and with a tentative touch, her fingers enter you.
Your back arches as your mind explodes in pleasure as your walls close around her fingers. This time Sucrose knows you need more so she continues to move her fingers within you. At first they are unsure and slow but at your moans and screams she becomes more confident as her fingers explore and stretch you.
By this point you are so far gone, your mind shattered by the pleasure, tears streaming down your face, eyes rolled back as you float in bliss. Sucrose pulls her fingers out of you as you quiet, her hand and forearm soaked along with the floor of the lab around your hole.
You had passed out and Sucrose hoped it was enough that when you woke up, it would be out of your system. Thankfully it was only the two of you in the lab today so no one would have to see you like this. After cleaning herself off, Sucrose got a wet cloth and gently began cleaning you. She wanted to make sure there was no trace of what you two had done in this room. After she was done cleaning, she dresses you the best she can. Your panties are a lost cause though so she tosses them out. Thankfully your skirt is long enough that it shouldn’t be an issue, but she decided it would be best to walk behind you, just in case.
After making sure everything is in order, she gets one of the knights to carry you back to your room. She tucks you in bed and leaves a quick note explaining what happened.
Returning to the lab, she finds the notes on the potion you had drank. For a moment she is going to rip it up, this was obviously something too potent and dangerous. At the last moment she stops as she remembers your face as you desperately suck on her fingers.
Maybe this could work for something with a bit of tuning.
With a small smile, she puts it in her book. She hopes you will be willing to help her out with an experiment again in the future.