A Potion Gone Wrong

by L M Gregory

  I grinned around his cock head; my cheeks puffed obscenely from holding the cum. So sweet. It could be a delicacy. I wondered what would happen if I passed on this knowledge? Would human women line up to orally pleasure trolls? Or would the price of troll semen grow?

  Taking the sample vials out of my bag, I filled them with the semen. Magically assisted in getting it all and keeping it clean. At last, I leaned back on my knees with a smirk. As much as I'd milked Torberg, I didn't have to worry about...

  Gods! He was still hard. How?

  "Mm, time for fucking?" he asked. I swallowed the little bit of cum still in my mouth. I had agreed. A wizard couldn't go back on their word. Could he? Or she as the case might be.

  I sighed. "We can try, but I don't think it will work." Then again, I was about as slick as I'd ever been. I could feel my own lubrication on my inner thighs. My body was flushed and as ready as possible. So, if a human and troll could mate, this was the opportunity.

  How did I get turned on by giving oral sex? I frowned. It had been fun. Okay, a lot of fun. Was that all it took to turn me on? Maybe his scent helped. His taste. Maybe the whole scene.

  "On the bed," he said as he stood. Towering over me. Damn. He was big. So big. I licked my lips. Maybe he'd accept another... no. I could see from his face that he wanted me and not my mouth. In truth. I wanted him. I had to try. Could it be done? What would it feel like?

  Maybe picking curious people to be wizards was a mistake.

  I laid back, with my legs bent back and spread. The huge Torberg knelt between my legs, not even bothering with a covering for his knees on the floor. The bed height seemed perfect to line us up when he knelt. Intentional? The mattress he had created or purchased felt soft beneath my ass and back. Very soft. It might just have been the best mattress I'd ever felt.

  Oh yeah.

  "Ready?" Torberg asked. Such a gentleman.

  "Yes," I breathed.

  He pushed forward eagerly.

  "Easy, big boy," I said in a gasp as his cock head rammed into my lower lips.

  Torberg nodded. Took a deep breath and then delivered what he'd promised. Slowly. Gently. We rocked. Moved together. And ever so slowly he entered me. Deliciously slow. Wonderfully stretched.

  I groaned; the sound matched by Torberg.

  Deeper.

  Slow.

  Gentle.

  Deeper.

  Until he couldn't go any further. Not without hurting me. "Stop," I said.

  Torberg paused. Looked at me.

  "That's as far as you can go," I panted. It felt divine.

  My troll lover nodded slowly. "I understand."

  A moment later, his rocking thrusts seemed to signal he did. He never went deeper than where I'd stopped him. I couldn't recall the name of where he'd stopped, but a human vagina, even a magically created one, only went so deep. Wide? That I could handle with ease. He wasn't that big.

  Okay. Not ease. But no pain. Just delightful stretching.

  "Faster," I gasped.

  He agreed. He was so big, he hit something on the upper side of my insides that only the elf had managed before. But where the elf’s cock had curved to hit it, Torberg’s just touched everything inside me. Perfectly! It sent my head spinning, my breath gasping.

  "Gods!" I cried. The hunched position prevented me from moving with him, but Torberg handled the movements perfectly. So perfectly. I felt my climax approaching. So quickly. Why so quick? I'd been turned on even more than I thought.

  "Oh, Torberg!" I screamed. My body shuddering wracked with a pleasure I had felt so many times in the last few days and never wanted to forget. Maybe never wanted to give up.

  Torberg kept thrusting into me, only as deep as I'd asked, would a human male have been as solicitous? Despite the reputation of trolls, Torberg was a simply wonderful lover.

  "Cumming!" he cried. His cock swelled beautifully inside me. Exploded. Heat, so much heat filled me. His semen. How did he have so much left? But he spasmed multiple times, each delivering a load into me.

  When he at last pulled out, I reached for him. Pulling him to me. He seemed confused but allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed. His big head rested on my bountiful breasts but made even them seem small.

  I sighed. It would be nice to stick around. But I feared my master would arrive at any moment. That was not a meeting I looked forward to. Certainly not after having just fucked a troll.

  I kissed Torberg on either side of his tusks. "Thank you," I said.

  "Thank you!" he grumbled. "Now, I have a story to tell my children."

  I laughed. It seemed humans were the equivalent of trolls in troll society. Society. Guilt hit me. My master would be coming to remove the troll. And Torberg would move. Whether he wanted to or not. I sighed.

  "Torberg?"

  "Hm?" he asked, eyelids heavy with sleep.

  "Your wall is beautiful. But the humans here won't let you stay."

  "I'll defend it."

  "Not from a wizard," I said.

  He grunted and sat up. "You're here to move me?" his rumble frightened me a little.

  I might be a wizard, but I had curled up with a troll who could lift 2-ton boulders over his head with ease. How fast could I react if he tried anything? Then again, we'd just had sex. Would he lash out against a partner?

  "No," I said carefully. "Not me. A different wizard."

  "Oh. Good," he said before curling back upon his bed.

  "You're not worried?" I'd never heard of a troll who could stand up to a wizard.

  "Eh. Wizards like pretty things," he said. "They won't destroy my wall."

  I started to argue but paused, it might be true. My master did collect and defend some ancient artifacts. Like the old tower, predating any known species, that was only miles from the village. When the peasants had wanted to use it as a stone quarry, my master had put up a magical wall. "You might be right. But they won't let you charge people here. It's extortion. There's no need for the wall. You need to build a bridge."

  "A bridge? Hm. I could build a bridge. But where?"

  "I'm not sure." Then I had an idea. "But I might know someone who does. When the wizard comes, tell him you'll leave, you just need to find a better place. Promise not to charge anyone else. I'll get word to you with a good location."

  He sighed. "Okay. Do you want to have sex again?"

  I did have to go. But it was late. Abyss, I was never going to get a good night's sleep again. But I grinned at my troll. "Absolutely."

  Chapter 13: Seduction of the Master

  After the orcish orgy, I had only thought my pussy was tender. Fucking a troll all night, even one who knew how to be gentle... I ached. It felt so damn good. I half wanted to turn around and keep going. But there were two problems. The first, I really did need to recover. Second, I had gotten lucky. My master hadn't shown up to kick the troll out. It had been a stupid choice to spend the night. Getting caught by my master would be trouble.

  So, I again found myself slipping out of a lover's home in the early pre-dawn morning. Again, submitting myself to the coldness and darkness. Why couldn't my ingredient subjects be closer? Would it kill the orcs to setup camp say a mile outside of the village? Well. Depending on the reaction of the Bailiff, I suppose it might. Human nobles and orcs didn't get along, if Anna's father sent a message to the Baron, something could go wrong.

  Why did I have to be practical about my bitching? Couldn't I just let myself bitch for a little while?

  Magic tingled in the air. I stopped in the middle of the road, gathering my defenses. Magical combat didn't happen often. Wizards seldom liked to risk their lives, and nothing risked it more than combat. Still, when strange magic started gathering nearby, the prudent choice was to prepare. My master had trained me well in that regard. Even if magic combat was rare, it wasn't unheard of.

  In this case, there were two more likely scenarios than the idea that I was about to be attacked by a strange wizard. The first, my master, had finally come to
move the troll. This seemed unlikely as he never got up before noon. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but not far off. The second, whatever I'd felt the day before, was returning. While most magical creatures avoided wizards, a few hunted us.

  I did not like that idea. Not at all.

  A flash blinded me. At least my shield, an oval of pure magical energy which would block anything from getting to me, held. I mumbled a few words to heal my eyes. When my vision cleared, I almost wished I hadn't.

  Master Genner. I tall man of undetermined age. I mean that literally. I'd hinted around for a couple years, then finally flat out asked his age. He'd put me to work creating random potions for a week until I was too tired to consider his age. I never asked again.

  Let's just go with old. A wizard gained power as they aged, and he was powerful. Very.

  This was going to be a problem.

  It turned out he was also handsome, something I'd never noticed or considered before. A good looking man. Not as slender as an elf nor as muscular as an orc, he still maintained a pleasant bodily shape. Given that he could likely look like whatever he wanted, that wasn't a big deal, I supposed.

  "Thank you for convincing the troll that staying was not an option," Master Genner said to me.

  "Err, you're welcome. I should go," I said, starting down the road again. My cheeks were burning, Master Genner was the last person I wanted to know my secret. My hope was that I could transform back prior to his ever noticing I was missing. He was also the very last person I ever wanted to be attracted to. What was wrong with my libido? Seriously!

  "Hold on," his deep voice rang out.

  Ingrained habits of four years froze me in place. Why? Why didn't I just keep going? Damn it! Or... did he know? Was this it? My cheeks flamed even worse.

  "Why did you have sex with the troll. I admit I didn't expect it." A smile flashed across his face. A nice smile. A sexy smile.

  Oh gods, please no.

  "But I did enjoy the spectacle."

  "You watched?" I blurted out.

  He shrugged. "It's hard to turn away from such an opportunity."

  Damn wizard's curiosity! "Oh. Right. Anyway, I really should be going."

  "Now hold on, you didn't answer my question."

  "Um, maybe I was just curious?"

  "Hm, I suppose. But I am even more curious now. I sense troll semen in your bag. Why collect that?"

  Crud. "A trophy of my conquest?"

  He scoffed. "A lock of hair, I might buy as an excuse. But troll semen? You can do better."

  "I, um, have a buyer."

  "Hm, would you sell it. I'll give you 5 gold for the whole amount."

  Five gold? The amount I'd collected was worth five times that! "Sorry, no. That's way too low."

  Master Genner studied me. Was he going to pounce now? Deduce who I was?

  "Not many women can tame a troll. Their fierceness is legendary. I once saw two trolls mating; I doubt a human could stand up to that. Trolls tend to rough sex, but yours was surpassingly gentle. Though I suspect with a member that large anything more would have been painful."

  I flushed and looked away. Master Genner had seen trolls mating? And watched me? This perverted side of him was one I'd never seen before. I didn't know what to think. He didn't even look embarrassed!

  Master Genner cleared his throat. "Come to my tower," he said. "We must talk."

  Uh-oh. "About what?"

  "Can I touch you?"

  That was an odd change of direction. Wizards couldn't mind control people despite the beliefs of the public. Letting him touch me wouldn't do anything. Well, it might turn me on more, given the way I'd been behaving.

  Oh! New body. Of course! I was adapting to a new body, one I didn't know much about. And, I suddenly had a body everyone wanted. No wonder I was jumping into bed with men left and right. It made sense.

  "Miss?" Master Genner asked.

  Oh right. His request. I sighed. I couldn't say no. I needed to know why he wanted to touch me, and the only way to find that out was to allow it. "Okay," I said.

  Master Genner smiled as he touched me. Just on the shoulder and even over my cloak and dress. It was still enough. A flush of arousal raced through me. Oh shit! He was reading my magic!

  The smile faded. "Magic. I thought I felt it. Familiar too. Why is it familiar? Just a little different... flavor."

  I started to relax. My magic might still exist, but it had changed. Which was odd. If it changed, why would it still work for me?

  "Troll semen," Master Genner blurted out. "John?" he asked.

  I moaned.

  "How is this possible?" He waved his hand before I could respond. "Not the transformation. The troll semen makes sense now. Though that is an inefficient potion, you should have used Dicardis's Third spellbook."

  My head snapped up. "There's another transformation spell?"

  Master Genner smiled. "There is, and it doesn't use troll semen. Or semen of any kind."

  I moaned. None of it was necessary! None! But... was it so bad? I had learned a lot. But I'd fucked a troll! I’d enjoyed that though. What was I complaining about again?

  "Back to my question, though. You should have lost your magic on becoming a woman."

  "I don't think women are as non-magical as the literature suggests."

  "Nonsense. If there were magical women, we'd be seeing more of them."

  "When was the last time you tested a woman?" I asked.

  Master Genner opened his mouth. Snapped it shut. And then looked thoughtful. "Hm. Honestly? Never."

  My master had a lot of faults, but when he was wrong, he admitted it.

  Also, he tended to move his hands when he thought. Even when they were on something. Like my shoulder. The gentle rubbing had started to get to me. Arousal spread from the touch.

  "Master?" I whispered.

  "Hm? Oh! Sorry." It was his turn to blush. Let me state this, in four years, I had never seen my master embarrassed. Him being out of sorts was unusual. Very unusual. What could it mean?

  Unless...

  "When was the last time you were with a woman?" I asked. I wanted to cover my mouth. Why had I blurted that out of all things?

  "Uh," Master Genner stammered. Stepped back. His head ducked. "Okay, it's been a while. I've been busy."

  "I know I've seen suggestions of sex being useful for magic," I said. I couldn’t remember why, though.

  "It can be," he mumbled. "I don’t think there are any sex magic specialists anymore."

  "Sex magic?"

  He waved his hand as if brushing away the question. "When two people have sex, there is a resonance, especially if one or both reach orgasm. That resonance creates an explosion of magic. With certain rituals, it can be collected for later use and to strengthen a mage."

  "That's why I have been able to do more magic than I should have!" Of course. Sex magic. An intriguing idea.

  "It's supposed to require a ritual. What have you been doing?"

  "Hm, nothing. Maybe the ritual is easy?"

  "Maybe," Master Genner stroked his chin. "Odd though that no one has kept up the practice. Though I suppose it isn't as easy as some of the other options."

  I wanted to ask which, but he'd put me off before, and just getting a hint of the stronger magics was enough to excite me. Intellectually I mean. Mostly. "I wonder if it's because women aren't in the guild?" I said as a thought struck me.

  "Women? In the guild? That's preposterous. Women can't be... Oh. Right. But you were a man. It might only apply to that."

  "Anna has magic," I said. I'd felt it when we'd had sex.

  "Anna? Oh right. The Bailiff's daughter. He asked if she could train, but I said no. I didn't even think to test her."

  I nodded it. I'd felt it when she'd put on the dildo. I suspected the toy could be used by a person without magic, but that would require a magical charge. The dildo hadn't had anywhere near that amount of magic in it. Plus... "I think that's when I'd gained the most power, t
hinking back," I said.

  "Hm, if you and an untrained Anna—," Master Genner seemed to drift off in thought. But there was only one place to go. A wizard's favorite pastime.

  "Experiment?" I suggested. Wait, no! I thought as I realized what I'd suggested.

  We looked at each other. My master sighed. "Damn our wizard's curiosity."

  * * *

  Sex between a master and apprentice wasn't unheard of, though frowned upon in the early years of an apprenticeship. Once one reached my level, the thought was that I was mature enough to make my own decisions. Should a master try to require sexual contact, the apprentice could appeal to the Wizard's Guild. A new master would be appointed to finish the training.

  So why would I agree to sex with my master?

  Curiosity, of course.

  Anna was untrained, if magic could be created having sex with her, what would it be like between two experienced wizards? Okay. One experienced wizard and one mostly trained wizard. I suspected that shortly after our own experiment, my master would disappear for a few days while he "experimented" with even more powerful wizards. I had no idea what Master Genner's sexual preferences were, I hadn't noticed him as a sexual being at all. But for curiosity and experimentation, he'd fuck a man all day long. Any wizard would.

  We popped into existence at the top of Master Genner's tower. My home for the last four years, since I'd first become an adult. The tower soared above even the tallest trees in the surrounding forest. A few hundred feet of cleared space existed around the tower. The road to the village meandered off, near a stream. All in all, it was a beautiful location. I loved the view and felt sorry for those wizards stuck in the cities. My tower would be in a similar location, or so I vowed.

  Still, I wasn't sure why we'd come out here. I'd expected to pop into his bedroom. Or one of the guestrooms if he still didn't want to let into his room. I'd tried a few times over the years to peer into his bedroom, but with no luck. Heavy wards kept magic from working, and physical wards kept me from gaining access by simply walking through. A part of me was disappointed that he hadn't taken us there. The rest was just confused. He'd never put a bed on the roof. Just a couple of comfortable chairs, a table for experiments, and a huge telescope for viewing the heavens.