Written for image 06 for the March contest!
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Trial 251
After ramping up the zinc concentration in the potion, there’s been a marginal increase in seminal volume. The participant lists a bitter taste, but reports soreness in his appendage (unrelated to the consumption of the potion). We are putting a pause on research and hope to resume shortly.
Lonnie closes her notebook and sighs. In her final semester in the University of Sorcery, Lonnie only has months to finish her thesis.
With her love of potions and her broad interest in sex, it was a no-brainer to come up with the topic: the perfect potion for larger loads. Her advisor grimaced at the time but eventually gave the go-ahead for the study. This gave Lonnie access to raw materials and ingredients that even the most eclectic apothecaries would be envious of.
Jalen, her partner who also doubles as the participant in her study, massages her shoulders. His thumbs move to her neck, kneading out the crick that’s been bothering her lately. Lonnie tilts her head forward, groaning to herself as Jalen increases the pressure.
“If you’d like, I can see if a colleague can offer his, er, services,” Javel proposes, ending with a poorly-timed chuckle. His plan is serious, but Lonnie shakes her head.
“It has to be you. For the sake of consistency and to decrease the number of variables,” Lonnie grumbles, setting her forehead on the table. There’s a pause. “Jalen?”
“Yes?”
“Are my skills not…satisfactory?” she asks. There’s defeat in her voice. “Is it possible you don’t enjoy the trials?”
“I’m happy to help where I can,” Jalen assures. “The potions don’t taste the best, but who wouldn’t love a daily tug in the name of science and magic? I should be considered the luckiest lad on campus.”
Lonnie looks up at Jalen. Her brows are wrinkled, not convinced by his answer, and her lips curl down in a pout.
Jalen sighs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “I…do miss having sex with you, you know. I understand the importance of consistency, but sometimes, it just feels so…clinical.”
“Intercourse is out of the question. Should you come inside me, I’d have no way to accurately measure the volume. The same could be said about felatio,” she explains. “Manual stimulation is the best course of action.”
“I understand.” Jalen rubs the top of Lonnie’s head and smiles. He pulls down his trousers, and slowly strokes his flaccid member. It hardens in time, and he kicks the trousers to the floor. “Do you have today’s potion ready for me?”
“I thought you weren’t up for it,” Lonnie says through the side of her mouth. She gets up, digs through a cabinet, and grabs a vial, swirling it to ensure the particulates dissolve. Handing the vial to Jalen, she asks him with pursed lips, “Are you sure?”
“The last thing I want is for you to fall behind in your research,” Jalen assures. Lonnie can’t help but smile when she watches her partner gulp down the mixture. He walks over to the bespoke table, specially ordered from the workshop: a table with a hole cut out. Squatting down and sticking his hardness through the hole, he waits patiently for Lonnie.
She takes her seat at the side of the table, excitedly kicking her feet. Her hands wrap around Jalen, and she slowly strokes up his length. Lonnie’s well-acquainted with the velvety texture of his shaft and knows every curve and contour by heart. She knows what he likes, and she imagines Jalen must get tired of the same-old-same-old every day for the past eight months.
Surely there’s something she can do to switch it up. Lonnie ponders to herself, ducking under the table. “Jalen, how does it feel?”
He breaths slowly, grinning slightly, and his eyes flutter open. “Good as usual. It feels nice.”
“Could I try something different for you?” Lonnie asks, and he’s met with an enthusiastic nod. “Wait here.”
Lonnie returns to her cabinet and digs through countless containers. She perks up when she finds it, excitedly unscrewing the cap and leaving the jar on the table next to Jalen. A scoop of the contents–smooth, gelatinous, and cool to the touch–seems like plenty, and she rubs it along Jalen. His breath hitches under the table. A positive reaction.
“Wow. What is that? That feels different.”
“The university’s recent shipment of ingredients included some remnants of slimes slain in the forest just off campus. I figured it wouldn’t be of any use for my thesis, but I’m glad I kept some around.”
“Monster parts, huh?” Jalen’s laugh is cut short by a moan. Lonnie tightens her grip around him, but notes how much more easily she glides over Jalen. “If you keep using this, you won’t hear me complain one bit. Not a peep until after graduation.”
Lonnie leans her cheek on the table, eyes locked on Jalen’s towering cock. Yes. This is good. It even makes it easier to stroke him, and her wrist is free of the discomfort that comes with the standard approach.
Her own arousal builds as Jalen’s noises sound needier than normal. She naturally enjoys the daily trials, as they further her research. But it’s also quality time to spend with him, and making him come always feels like an achievement. Lonnie bites her lips, thinking of how the evenings in bed with Jalen are usually spent with him pleasuring her. A good orgasm always puts her right to sleep, and calms and worries that her research causes her. He uses everything he can: his mouth, his fingers, and even magical items that remind her of the way his cock feels inside her.
Jalen never fails to grant her pleasure, and Lonnie feels particularly determined today. She brushes her cloak behind her shoulders and unbuttons her blouse. A fresh application of slime on Jalen earns Lonnie a sharp breath, but he gasps when she squeezes him between her breasts.
“Heavens, Lonnie,” Jalen groans. There’s a strain in his voice. “What happened to consistency?”
“This should be allowable,” Lonnie assures him, pressing her breasts closer together and moving them along Jalen’s throbbing length. “The ejaculation path remains unobstructed, and I should be able to collect the semen as usual. Is this not adequate in providing pleasure–”
“No!” Jalen interrupts, “It’s perfect. It feels good. Please. Whatever you do, please. Don’t. Stop.”
Lonnie grins. Her breasts hug Jalen’s cock well, and she feels just how hot he burns against her. She feels her mouth water as his tip pulses. A taste couldn’t hurt. Jalen moans beneath the table when she touches the tip of her tongue to the ridge of his head. Slow laps that turn into quick flicks have Jalen humping up into her bust.
Jalen’s breaths are shallow, and the time between them shrinks. He pants for her, and Lonnie hears his hip bones clash with the bottom of the table. She moves her breasts faster over him, backing away to observe his cock. He must be close. Her suspicions are confirmed when he grunts.
“Lonnie–I’m–ergh–I’m coming!”
Lonnie’s smile widens as she watches him shoot far across the table. Thick ropes follow, spurting from his cock, and she uses her hand to milk whatever might remain. Jalen’s member softens, and he lazily climbs out from under the table.
Her attention is focused on his load. She studies the path, muttering to herself, “Hmm, still not strong enough.”
She scoops the seed into a graduated cylinder and jots down the measurement into her notebook. “Jalen, I’m starting to wonder if perhaps you were right, and this new method seemed to improve performance. The extra arousal worked wonders. Can we perhaps incorporate this into future trials?”
“Yes, please,” Jalen agrees without hesitation. His smile is silly, and his eyes are still glossed over. “What are the chances we can try that again before we head home?”
“Not until tomorrow.” Lonnie taps him on the nose before kissing him sweetly. “While that might sound tempting, I must remind you that I need consistency, darling.”
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