Lux's Marvelous Apothecary of Miracles - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Lux:

I am soaking in my nice hot bath, looking at myself in the mirror above my pool, seeing my skin shift from silvery to golden as the sun rises, my hair going from black as night to the colour of sunrise, slowly getting more intense red, my irises shifting from black with stars sparkling in them to sky blue.

I caress my belly with my right hand and down to my red pubic mound and shift my nails into their razor sharp blades of twilight and I shave my pubic hair away, one of the annoyances of being a twilight elf, each time the light mixes in the sky above me all my hair grows back, where it grows, and right now I like having my pubic mound bare, on the positive side my pubic hair is a powerful reagent in certain potions I make. I carefully collect it all in a small bowl at the edge of my pool.

Shifting my nails back to normal I slide my fingers down past my protruding inner lips, along my outer lips, until my hand rests against my pussy and I flex my pussy muscles, sucking water into me and blowing it out hard enough to shoot it out of the water and across the pool, I love how that feels inside me and feeling how strong the suction and then jet of water feels around my fingers, I keep doing this several times and I start to moan softly as my left hand cups my right breast and I gently rub my nipple with my middle and index finger until it goes hard.

I gaze into my own eyes as I make love to myself, and truly I love none more than I love myself, but many love me more than anything else even life itself. I slide my middle and ring finger into my pussy and start doing my morning exercise, spreading my legs and pushing my toes against the bottom of the pool I then arch my back and as my head is pushed under the water until my shoulders rest against it I start to gyrate hard against my hand, feeling all my muscles flex as my clit rubs against my palm and my fingers stir me inside deeply, I feel my lungs burn as the air inside them gets old and my muscles burn too and I moan all the air out of my lungs and as the last bubble leaves my lips I feel my orgasm hit, and I force myself to keep grinding, and pumping water in and out of my pussy, focusing my mind to ride my orgasm out and fight against the panic and urge to surface for air, the urge to attempt to pull water inside my lungs instead of air, I cherish the intense pain and panic, feeling my heart beat more and more erratic, my field of vision narrowing, darkening, as the colours fade away.

Finally as I feel my vision go completely dark, and conciousness starting to slip, I slowly push my face up to the surface, feeling the cool air against my face staying there several moments before I slowly inhale the sweet air, very slowly, until my lungs are full of air I hold it till my heart calms down and then slowly exhale again and and I squeeze my fingers inside me so hard that it hurts and as much as I try I can't pull my fingers out, I am that strong down there. Part of my job requires me to be strong, to have control, well it is a job I myself have chosen, and I love it. I grab one of the seven balls made out of a semi translucent magical liquid metal, well it is solid but can shape itself like a liquid, each ball is too big for me to hide inside my closed hand, and has a circumference bigger than most cocks, and seven of them fill me up and leaves my pussy open with one of them poking out slightly. I slide it half way into my pussy and then using my pussy muscles pull it deeper and deeper until I feel it right up against my cervix, I put the next one in the same way until it taps the other one and it taps my cervix, and I repeat until I just barely get the last one inside my pussy, leaving me wide open and it just peeking out. I then grab the second set of them, only these are connected together and the last one has a different shape, and I feed them into my ass, the last one has a small sparkling gem that looks very pretty.

I slide out of the pool, my wet long red hair reaching just down to my butt, and I look at myself in the mirrors of the room and start doing my morning dance, singing and tuning my voice against each of the crystal chimes hanging around the room, I hit each tone perfectly and keep building its tone until right before it shatters, I have learned to hear exactly when that is about to happen and stop the moment before. My dance is a combination of various dances, utilizing my entire body, pushing my grace and balance to the limit, belly dancing, moving my perfect ass, pirouettes, I even cart wheel and also dance with my hands on the floor. Once I have gotten dry from the water of the pool and gotten a glaze of sweat on my skin I stop my dance and grab a bottle of one of my more popular products, enchanted oil of twilight, it is better than moon oil, or sun oil, as the moon and sun elves make, and far more complicated to make, using some very hard to come by, for most people, reagents. I oil all of me from my toes all the way up to my head and hair, it quickly combines with my sweat to make me have an irresistible scent, not only for men, but women, even those that do not normally want women, will want me from this scent, though it also affects all living things, and even some dead ones... Something I have been meaning to try to figure out how to remove. It quickly soaks into my skin and hair leaving a smooth lustrous finish, and I can feel the air caress me as I move, all senses heightened, in a purely pleasurable way. It takes all my will and concentration to not start masturbating again, my pussy twitches around the balls inside me.

My own personal morning ritual complete I grab the bowl with my pubic hairs and take a nice long look at myself in the mirror, I am the most beautiful creature in all of creation, the perfect woman, I smile and give my mirror self an air kiss and giggle musically, making all the chimes sing for me and I dance out of my pool room into my underground garden, and alchemical laboratory, singing softly to myself as I put the bowl down on one of the tables and then skip down the stairs and there attached securely to a metal wall is one of my beautiful specimens, and the source of many useful and for most people hard to come by reagents, my own very impressive and for a troll very handsome male, of course due to the curse affecting the world I had to be creative with capturing him, I used all my feminine wiles and rather overt displays of my body to lure him into trying to take me by force and after he started raping me I was allowed to defend myself, so I used a powerful poison to put him to sleep and then after I had attached him here I asked him to choose, die or live as my willing slave. He chose the latter, so I am not breaking any of the curse's rules. Oh and his name is Goz, he has a dark almost black shade of green for his skin, and eyes that look like emeralds. "Good morning Goz." I say and smile to him.

"Morn' mistress Lux" Goz says in a trembling but deep voice with traces of lust and fear, he looks really cute every day, really excited, and terrified, he knows my routine quite well by now. I have after all been doing it every day for very many days, I have lost count myself. I grab a few of the mushrooms growing on the walls and feed them to him and I slide myself up between his legs so his half erect cock rests against my belly and I feel how it pulsates as it fills with blood. He eats the mushrooms hungrily, and his cock gets fully erect and ends up resting between my breasts and its foreskin opens up and out seems his precum and drips down against my skin and I make a slow dance against him pressing myself up against him and he moans deeply. As I caress his cheek he flinches a bit and looks with fear at my nails and I smile, I caress his neck and my nails shift to be razor sharp and I caress his skin right above his pulsating artery with my nail, cutting a few hairs that grow on his skin on the way, letting him feel the sharpness without cutting him, his cock jumps against me, the fear excites him more, he is so fun to play with, and harvest from, I slide my hands down his chest and he squirms a bit as my nails start cutting his pubic hair, and I cup his huge balls in my hands "please mistress n... not there please..." he pleads, I do vary my harvesting of him slightly, he has many valuable reagents, his blood makes strong healing potions, sometimes I rip his heart out to create a potion that can raise the newly dead back to life, his cum makes a potent ingredient of a fertility potion, sometimes I extract his balls they are even more potent, and not only restores fertility but also reverses ageing, and parts of them can make a potent component in a popular perfume for men to attract women with.

I squat slightly and my breasts slide down along his shaft, I keep moving up and down, my breasts sliding down to his balls and back up a few times, and then as I continue that only slightly less deep I kiss his exposed cock's head sliding my lips slowly around its huge tip, then I push further and my jaw hurts but I manage to slide his entire head into my mouth and my teeth slide down behind his cock's head and the tip of his cock is pushing down my throat filling it completely so I can't breathe, I once got locked onto him like this until I nearly choked because it is hard to reopen my jaw again. I move my tongue around the front of his cock's head and he moans and I squeeze his balls in my hands, massaging them and gaze up into his eyes and he gazes into my eyes and his emerald irises become narrower and narrower rings around his pupils as they go agape. He is struggling like always to keep his eyes on mine, I have told him if he can do that for a whole session with me and not cum till I tell him he can I will not harvest anything except his cum, he has yet to succeed, he however knows it gets worse if he does not manage it long enough, and right now with my hands on his balls he is extra motivated.

I concentrate a bit and start the vibration of all the balls inside my pussy and ass and I moan into his cock's head. I do enjoy his flavour too, he tastes of old mossy lichen covered forest after a thunderstorm, mushrooms and the deep cave where he lived, before I lured him to rape me. I feel him thrust against me with his hips and I have warned him against that, I do manage to move with him though so I don't get hurt, but I squeeze his balls harder until he whimpers and stops thrusting his cock however jumps inside me and slams my head into his belly and hurts my teeth and I taste a bit of blood as he manages to cut himself on my teeth and he cries out in pain, I relax the grip on his balls and close my lips tight against him and force my jaw open and slide my teeth followed by my lips along the head of his cock and then as I flick my tongue around the tip of his cock and along its slit he closes his eyes and his head falls back and he roars and explodes into my mouth, I quickly move my hands to adjust the position of the stone urn and I let the cum explode into my mouth and then flow out and down between my breasts, along my belly and shaved pubic mound, down to my pussy and finally after managing to cling enough to me to coat my entire pussy opening it dribbles down my pussy lips and into the urn, I am so glad the curse gives me the ability to avoid getting pregnant, since I know that troll cum will get any woman pregnant even one with only dried up eggs, they will revitalize and one of them will be fertilized. The urn gets filled to overflowing, like it usually does when I torture his balls while milking him. It is a little bit over four litres in that urn, and I am still coated with cum and my mouth is full and I swallow and take the urn and slide it up to next to the stairs, slowly I caress the remaining cum on me into my skin, and thanks to the twilight oil my skin readily absorbs it and gets even more lustrous.

The cuts he did to himself on my teeth have already healed, trolls heal remarkably fast, unless you utterly destroy their bodies. They can recover from as little as the tip of their little finger or less, I grab another larger urn and a long sharp hollow spear like tube and as always his eyes go wide and he tries his best to squirm and fight against the restraints, that do not even slightly make a sound from his strong muscles fighting against them. I cup one of his balls and he whimpers expecting me to cut him, he knows he did something he was bad. He does not even plead for me not to do it there anymore, except with his fearful eyes. Then I get a wicked idea "you will get to choose, I take your cock and balls, or seven hearts. In addition to five urns of blood." I love the soft elastic skin of his cock, with some treatment it becomes silky velvety soft and also can hold enchantments well, after proper treatment to make sure it does not grow into another troll.

Goz thinks surprisingly long about this choice I gave him then he whimpers "seven hearts." Was what I expected him to pick, I slide the first urn up below his legs and he whimpers "please mistress no, you said I got to choose, not my cock and balls please."

"I need five urns of blood" I say and slide the sharp edge up below his balls and he whimpers in fear and then I slide it to his inner thigh and pierce it just right to let his leg artery pump fresh intensely red blood into the urn, I dip my finger in the blood and bring it up to paint my lips red and then take some more and paint my pussy lips and I feel how the raw regenerative properties of the fresh troll blood rejuvenates my skin, the vibrations inside my pussy finally break through my concentration and I cry out as I reach another orgasm and I start licking his cock's head moaning into it and somehow he manages to get hard despite me draining his blood and he moans and whimpers in a mixture of pain and pleasure and then I feel the blood spill onto the ground and make my feet wet and I quickly scramble to move the next urn into its place. I love the feeling of his hot blood pooled under my feet, I do not bother trying to get him back into my mouth instead I slide both hands up around his cock's head and use my lips and tongue to give him pleasure only breaking when I feel the blood overflow again to move the next urn into place, I can see in his eyes that he is getting woozy and also sense his regenerative power working harder and feel how potent and fresh his blood is now. Just as the fifth urn overflows he explodes into my mouth and I pull him out and shower his cum all over myself, soaking my hair and I feel it run down through my hair to coat my back and ass and glaze my face and neck a shower of cum and this cum is hotter and fresher than his first load, I move the urn to the side and some of the blood spills before I pull the spear out of him and I shower in the short stream of blood before the wound regenerates closed. I rub the messy blood and cum mixture over my skin and the magic of my twilight oil soaks it up and I feel a wonderful tingle of energy and warmth of life flow through me.

Goz gazes groggily into my eyes with a wide grin, and I lick and kiss his cock's head and it makes his softening cock jump and a tiny little squirt of cum splash into my mouth and I giggle. I then caress his chest, feeling his ribs and I gaze into his eyes as I effortlessly slice into him with my razor nails, and slide my arm in past my elbow and feel around for his heart and he gasps and his eyes fill with tears, and my hand wraps around his heart and I cut it free from its blood vessels and pull it out and it keeps beating in my hand until I kiss it using a kiss of death to stop its regeneration temporarily and I drop it into a stone basin and I look up into his eyes and after a few moments he gasps and the wound closes, I cut my way back in again, six more times I extract his heart the same way.

As I finish the extraction of reagents from him for the day, unless I decide to come extract more later, I have invisible servants carry the urns and basin up to my laboratory, and I deactivate the vibration of the balls inside me. I sing happily as I dance from Goz down the natural cavern, I look into the cells at the others I have collected, in the similar ways as I collected Goz, a few were really hard to trick into attacking me, in particular the very rare pink elves yet I have two now, I have yet to figure out any real use of them for reagents, for really useful potions, but their pussy juices and cum when they have been forced to orgasm till they fall unconscious has a scent I like, I am working on capturing it so I can add it to the twilight oil and also make it part of my various perfumes, and sometimes I spend a whole day making them sing for me. I make sure each of them have food and water, I also love how much each of them clearly love me, I see the lust burning in their eyes. Though some are tempered with fear, but I love that as well.

Thanks to having a troll around I can safely extract any part I want from all of my captive monsters, animals, and lesser races, my willing slaves and restore them to a perfect state after I am done. I in particular love doing this to the orcs I captured during their rebellious rampage across the lands, rebelling against the enforced peace that the curse causes, and how it clashes with their fundamental religious rights and view on life, I managed to capture them before the clouds of rainbow butterflies ripped the rest of them to shreds, fertilizing the lands with their blood.

It is also beautiful to show the dark elves and grey elves some of their own medicine, though sometimes even after I restore their bodies they just lie there catatonic and I have to resort to powerful magic to go into their minds and alter their memories to make them function enough to have a desire to live, a spell I learned long ago, called mind rape by the mindflayer I learned it from, he liked using it when he wanted to make completely intact spies and hunters to go into the lands of his preferred food to catch them, I call it mind love, as I use my love for them to restore in them their desire to live. Oh and I have that mindflayer as my little pet now, he loves me. There are surprisingly many reagents you can extract from them, though most can't really be used without a lot of careful purification. I feed him by letting him eat the brain of one of the slaves, before giving them a potion to bring them back to life, those potions usually manage to restore the memories too, but I usually have to give them some mind love before they will recover emotionally and mentally from the ordeal, and then I restore the memories I care about in them, all their memories I have read through and learned all their little secrets.

I reach the iron maiden I store one of my newer catches inside, a winged elf male who attacked me while I was up in the mountains I was moving a couple of plants from the snow they were growing in to magically prepared pots so I could grow them in my garden, and he threw his bolas around my body and then lifted me up and dropped me from the side of the mountain, I just barely managed to toss a small bottle on him and he caught me before I hit the ground, the nearest I have ever gotten to getting killed, and for that I am making him suffer, I cut his wings off each day and keep him confined in a very tiny iron maiden, his mind has already broken, but he still has a tiny spark of hope inside him, and while he has that I will continue this, until only despair remains, and then into that dark void I will pour my love and he will be mine forever. The feathers from his wings are useful for feather falling potions, and sometimes I sell a whole set of wings at night in my alter ego of Nyx, many wizards use them to create permanent wings of flying, and giants love to use them to make hats, and dragons also like them, and dark elves for that matter, winged elves have many enemies, not surprising considering how they treat all other people.

I pull the winged elf out of the iron maiden, and force him to drink a vial of regeneration potion, not that he resists much, his wings grow out, beautiful white wings, he gazes with his beautiful sad blue eyes into mine, and I can tell he is really happy to have his wings back, but he knows I only let him keep them a few moments usually. He has stopped trying to fight me though, he once broke my right arm and caved in my right rib cage with a wing buffet, luckily I had a vial of regeneration potion next to me and drank it down, I also ignited his wings that day, let them burn, that was when he got his first big mental break, I have not done that since, but I am getting frustrated with him not breaking completely, I know from digging around his memories that he believes his lover is going to save him, a warrior, she is a priestess, I am half tempted to capture her too, but I am not sure she would attack me, like he did, I can't initiate the attack or the curse will happen to me, and I don't want that, it would be hard to get people to respect me and buy my potions if I had to sell it to them naked, at least in this city, of course I could maybe move to Thessa's island, set up my shop there, as one can't wear clothes there anyway, but I think she might object to all my slaves, or at least to how I treat them.

I get an idea about how to make his lover attack me, I could bring him with me in chains, and make him cry out in anguish maybe even break his wing, of course I can't be sure it will be her that hears that, or just her for that matter, I might get attacked by a whole gang of those winged elves, I am not sure I can survive that, even if all of them will end up cursed for killing me, it does me very little good if I am dead. Then I get a better idea, I grab his chin and turn his gaze to meet mine "Theron, if you want to keep your wings till tomorrow and be allowed to keep me company in the garden you will write a letter to Maralysa, you will describe me and how I shot you out of the sky with a poison dart, and explain how you managed to bribe one of the house slaves to deliver this letter to a courier, you will describe where you are as well, I will tell you where we are, then if she truly loves you she will come rescue you, won't that be fun?" I see the hope light up in his eyes, it is delicious to use his hope against him, of course his mind is too broken to realize it is a trap he nods "yes! I want to write the letter!"

"Crawl after me slave" I say and undo his chains with a thought so he can move freely "and if you try to escape on your own I will burn your wings again, you better make me happy about having you with me to my garden, if you don't I might just burn the letter, also I will read it before I let it be sent from here. So don't try to be cute and hide some message in it, I will know."

I then walk back along the cells and the formerly proud winged elf crawls after me, one of the dark elf bitches dares to laugh at his plight and broken state. I will have to punish her later. Maybe I will breed her with him, see if I can get a winged dark elf bred. Of course she will have to willingly accept that, I am sure I can convince her though.

I feel my pussy juices drip on the floor "lick up my gifts to you slave" I say and without hesitation he starts to lick up each drop from the floor. I walk slower and gyrate my hips, wiggle my butt, spreading my leg a bit wider and pulse my pussy muscles so that the balls click in my pussy and get myself really dripping wet, I feel his eyes gaze up at my butt and pussy, worshipping me. Then as I walk out on the floor drenched in troll blood he hesitates and looks up at me with pleading eyes but does not say anything, I consider what I want him to do, and then laugh and my eyes flash with twilight and the blood is consumed by my magic and its life energy flows into me. I caress Goz's cock and it goes erect and I give his cock's head a kiss and a lick and then I giggle and walk up the stairs, Theron crawling after me licking all the drops of pussy juice I drip down on the floor.

I take a seat on a barstool use because it has a nice ring where I can rest my feet and the leather of it has a nice texture for me to rub my pussy against as I work. I then realize a few small flaws in my idea, how would one of my prisoners get paper and ink to write a letter, and then I spot an iron ration with its brown paper wrapping and smile and point at it "that is your reward for today, the wrapper is the paper you will write on, you will pull a feather from your wing to write with, and write in your own blood, you will describe how I am good at poisons and potions, but that I have no magic of my own, my dungeon is hidden at Solitude's Drop." In truth one of my emergency exits are there. A short distance from the port city of Solitude's Break. Now that the seas are safer to travel it has had a huge boom in trade, and I export my potions to all the different lands, though mostly to humans, orcs and dwarves, the elven races know how to make similar potions, though I still export some, as the potency of my potions is much stronger than most others. I even export some to Thessa's island, and I hear even Thessa uses my twilight oil.

Theron hurries over to grab the iron ration and hungrily devours it and then pulls a feather out and cuts his wrist on it and starts writing in really beautiful if slightly shaky script, then holds it up for me to read and I feel a bit envious at all the pretty poetry he managed to write about her, "now ball it up for me" he does so "straighten it out again, and fold it up in a size that will just barely fit around your feather" he does so "now write where the courier should deliver it and to whom." he does so "put your feather inside it and give it to..." my eyes flash as I summon a courier spirit "a dirty gaunt human girl delivered this note to Jayna who felt it was important it get to Maralysa quickly so she spent ten gold on having me summon you, I am a high elf called Kiandra, I have short blue hair and green eyes and warm healthy looking skin, I live in the small fishing village of Solitude Point, being their mage and healer."

The courier nods "of course Kiandra, I will deliver the letter immediately." I wave it off dismissively and it teleports away.

I look to Theron "so, do you think she will come? Also do you think she will come alone or in a group? How soon?"

Theron considers "she will come and she will not think you are a threat, she has protections against poisons, and is formidable in combat, you stand no chance against her. She will come at noon as her power is the strongest then." he looks so certain and hopeful and happy it makes me really annoyed.

I frown a bit, that is not enough time to brew more potions, I am not worried though, as the unseen servants have placed the blood and cum and hearts in one of my timeless storage chambers. "Alright, stay here" I say and I walk up the stairs, through the hidden door to the potion shop and up to Sylaera who is my twin sister, she is completely innocent and unaware of where the potions come from, and not able to cast even a basic cantrip or brew a potion to save her life, but she is very cute and happy and sells potions almost as well as I do, she is almost as beautiful as I am, but she does not understand the lust people look at her with, she has the same alluring scent as I do especially since I let her use my twilight oil, she is a bit dimwitted, but trustworthy enough to run my potion store for me when I am busy elsewhere, or run it with me when we are both home. She has frustrated and broken the hearts of more men than me, she enjoys going on 'dates' with them where they buy her dinner and gifts, but she does not even give them a kiss, she only kisses me, and is only ever intimate with me, she is good at following instructions "I need you to handle the store alone today, sis."

"Sis!" Sylaera says excitedly and half runs, half leaps to me and kisses me and hugs me close and I hug her back and kiss her and we both giggle, she has also not gotten dressed yet "help me pick a dress, then I can take care of the shop!" she says.

I consider and then smile "wear your cute pink slip dress with the open back, and don't forget to use the twilight oil."

Sylaera bounces and giggles "that is so beautiful and feels so good on my skin, and I get more flowers when I wear that." she says happily and hurries over to the wardrobe and gets it out "should I wear something more, shoes?" she furrows her brows a bit. She like me does not like shoes at all and after the curse shoes are very optional for everyone, older people wear them, or people that want to show they have money to waste on useless things, or people who have ugly feet, but our feet are beautiful so why hide them?

I shake my head "if you want to have anything else on you can try those balls I gave you, if you can go a whole day with seven of them inside your pussy without them dropping I will buy you a big box of chocolate pralines, the heart shaped ones you love, with the cherries inside."

"A whole day? But they feel so good to have inside and I can't help rubbing myself when I have them in me, what if a customer comes in the store and I need to rub my clit?" Sylaera asks and blushes a bit.

"If you have the seven spheres in you all day and do not touch yourself down there all day I will buy you that pearl necklace you have been wanting to buy and we can soak in the pool and make each other feel good and eat dates and drink mulled wine all night." I say and wonder if that will make her do this for me, the idea of her being turned on all day and wanting to touch herself but not being allowed to is really delicious. Also she is completely unable to lie to me, she always tells me when she has done something right away, with an infuriatingly cute face that you just can't be mad at so I know that if she fails she is going to tell me as soon as she sees me. That is one reason why she can't know how the potions are made. Though she has been in my laboratory and seen hearts and other things she has not managed to understand what they are, or maybe she thought they came from some animal. She has no money of her own since last time I let her have money she spent it all in a day on candy and cute dresses and a thousand roses. Money that should have lasted her a month. She respects the money she gets from customer, knowing it is mine though, I wonder how we can be twins, maybe I got all the brains, and she got all the innocence, I love her though, almost as much as myself, and I take care of her, I know where dimwitted elves like her end up, usually they end up needing to be 'rescued' from the street by some brothel owner, and they end up after some initial tears, loving their lot in life, but she looks almost exactly like me, she is mine, only I am allowed to use her, not that she ever complains, except sometimes when I make her wear uncomfortable dresses and high heels when we attend some rich merchant's party. We get invited to a lot of those, and I love receiving gifts from would be suitors, we are the most sought after women in this entire city, and there are even men who sail all the way here to try to woo us. It is hilarious to me.

Sylaera "only if there is fresh cherries and strawberries and whipped cream made with dark cane sugar and vanilla and a little bit of rum. To go with all that, and you have to make me sing till I beg you to stop, and I... I want you to lick" she blushes fiercely "lick my anus too, and I want you to get me a set of those balls like you have in your ass too, it... it feels good to stick a finger in there when I bathe." she is really beautifully red in her face now and her pupils are a bit wider and I see she is soaking wet between her legs and she tries to cutely hide it, but her inner thighs are all wet and the small pool on the floor reveals how hot she gets thinking about all this.

I move up to her kissing her and caressing her back with one hand and sliding my other hand down between her legs "alright but one more thing, you must make them vibrate each time a customer comes through the door, and spread your legs this wide" I say and push her legs apart a bit so her pussy lips hang free and the drops from her wetness can fall freely from them down to the ground. "You must not moan out loud while the customer is in the store, and you have to walk sexy and be your best helpful self, and then as soon as they leave you have to stop the vibrations, if you agree to this, even if you fail I will get you the butt balls, alright?"

Sylaera bites her lip "alright sis, I will try my best, but can you please make me sing before I take my bath?"

"Ok lay face down on your bed and your ass up" I say and she skips to her bed and does as I ask and looks at me over her shoulder, I sit on the bed and spread her legs more and slap both her cute butt cheeks and then lean down and lick her from her clit all the way to her anus and start licking her anus and gazing into her eyes as I slide first one, then another, then a third and finally a forth finger into her pussy while my thumb rubs her clit I slide my hand along the front wall of her pussy, and massage her deeply and she moans and moves her butt cutely trying to fuck my hand back, and her hands dig into the sheets and her legs start shaking and she starts squirting and I keep rubbing her until she screams out and pulls away from me and curls up in a trembling cute little ball on the bed and gazes into my eyes panting and shaking and her pupils are all agape, I lick my fingers "now you better open the store on time sis, or customers may be sad." with that I lean down giving her a kiss sharing her juices with her and then head back downstairs.

Theron is sitting exactly where I left him "come on, crawl after me" I say and trace my hands through his shoulder length golden hair, I wander down my secret passage to where the letter said Theron is being held and where my supposed hideout is, he crawls behind me and without asking him to he licks up the droplets falling from my pussy. My magical traps notice it is me and let me through, and I take him to a pair of pillars and cuff him to them then I pick up a whip from a table of dusty things, making a loud whipping sound as I make the tip just barely miss his nose and the dust flies off it, I look up at the sky, early morning, hours left till noon, I play with the whip, giving him several clearly frightening misses, he flinches the most when I nearly miss his balls, as much as that would be fun to hit, I want him concious enough to cry out as I whip him when she gets here and not passed out from overwhelming pain. I however feel extremely bored, though the sunlight reflecting off the water is beautiful to watch.

I look over my shoulder at him "do you think I am beautiful?" I ask.

Theron nods emphatically "your body is more beautiful than Maralysa, but you don't have her beautiful wings, I am sad for you, to never know the joys of flying, bound to the ground forever."

I can tell he is telling the truth, my body though, and fucking wings, those qualifiers upsets me a bit, I want him to love all of me, not just my body, he should love my mind and fear me "if you could get away with it would you rape me?" I ask "maybe force me to choke on your cock?"

Theron's cock starts filling with blood and jumps a few times as he says "no, I would never rape you." I can tell from the scared tone and uncertainty in his voice that he is lying and his cock tells the truth, he would very much want to put me in my place, show me he is the man and I am an evil bitch that should be punished. I swing the whip again and this time I hit his right ear's pointy tip with the very tip of the whip and he cries out loudly.

"Lie to me again and I will whip you again, now tell me the truth, if you could get away with it, what would you do to me?" I say and make the whip sing in the air as I slash it next to him several times. "You better tell me before I hit you by accident."

Theron looks terrified at me "I... I... " he looks at me my breasts, and down to my wet pussy "I would... tie your arms behind your back and shave that beautiful red hair of ours off, then I would fuck your face till you choke and cry, you fucking bitch, and then I would fuck your ass till you are all wide and will not be able to hold your poop in properly anymore. Then I will fuck your pussy with your own poop for lubrication and if you get pregnant I will knee you in your stomach till you bleed from your pussy. Then I will sell you to some stupid orcs, let them breed you, when your holes are fucked gaping wide by my cock."

I stand in awe at all that hate he spews at me, some of it even hurt a bit to hear, but I giggle, he is amusing, and for that truth and for impressing me I will take a break from whipping him. "Truth is so refreshing, I just love how much you hate me, it is such a beautiful challenge." I say as I walk up next to him and hand the whip around his neck, making it have a little knot behind him to make sure it does not fall on the dusty ground. I cup his balls and squeeze and kiss him, he is actually slightly shorter than me, winged elves are small, he struggles a little bit, not wanting to kiss me, but as he does I squeeze harder "if you ever want to have children you will go along with my play, or I will give your balls and eyes as a necklace to Maralysa when she gets here, you will treat me like I am her, make me believe you love me or lust for me at least." I don't let him try to answer and instead renew my kiss, and he starts a bit clumsily, but as he gets into it I relax my grip on his balls and start gently stroking the shaft of his cock.

Theron moans into our kiss as I slowly work my magic on his cock, and then as I feel his cock weep tears of joy I break the kiss and gaze into his eyes "if you do a good job with your lips on and tongue on my pussy I will use my lips and tongue on you, though know that if you cum before I do I will bite your cock's cute head off." he nods as right now he is really desperate for continued stimulation, I do a hand stand and slide my legs up around his neck and pull myself up until my thighs slide down behind his shoulders and his face gets buried in my pussy, as my legs to that I grab my way up his legs and his cock slides between my breasts and along my neck and then it is right in front of me and I blow softly on it and it jumps from just that, weeping more tears of joy, I giggle and grab around his hips squeezing his cute butt with my hands and then feeling a somewhat stable I pull myself slightly forward so he can move his neck a little bit he starts licking, kissing and sucking on my clit and pussy lips and despite his rather restricted position he manages to actually do a decent job. I start by playfully sucking on his foreskin, and each time his tongue manages to lick my clit under its hood I lick his cock's head inside his foreskin. He catches on surprisingly fast for a guy, and starts licking around my clit and I slide his foreskin back using just my lips and swirl my tongue around his cock's head and moan into it as he makes me feel really good, even though my sister is a lot better than he is, but for a guy, he seems to be learning. Also he tastes alright, despite having been cooped up in the iron maiden all this time.

I feel like I could cum if I just relaxed, but I want to make this harder on him, I want him to be straining to resist cumming and I am not going to make it easy for him, I want him to have that fear tempering his intense pleasure, dreading cumming and working harder to try to make me cum.

I take him deeper a few times swallowing around him, swallowing up is hard and taking him balls deep puts me precariously close to tipping forward and falling off his shoulders and I don't want to break my neck on his cock, still it is exciting to do this I feel him trying to thrust into me and as he does I follow his pace, fucking his cock with my throat hard and fast, and I feel his moans into my pussy, he buries his nose and tries to control his breathing to prevent himself from cumming while redoubling his efforts at licking me, He tightens up and he tries to slow the thrusting in me but I thrust faster and harder still, I see him clench his legs and feel him clench his butt to try to prevent himself from cumming he then does something amazing, he makes a really deep humming sound that shakes the balls inside my pussy, and my clit directly and the surprise from that is enough to make me unable to resist cumming anymore and I squirt into his face marking him as mine with my squirt juices I feel the first shot of his cum shoot straight up into my stomach and I pull back sucking and licking on his cock as it shoots cum into my mouth, enough to nearly pressurize my mouth enough that I can't hold my lips closed around his cock's head. Clearly he is used to more sex than he has been getting in captivity, namely no sex till now. It does not taste the freshest, but it is not bad, elves seldom are.

I swallow and keep sucking on his cock, and he tries to squirm away and I do not let him, I hear his beautiful whimpering moans, but I have decided, he will not get a moment's rest, till he has cum seven times for me, if he manages to go soft despite my lips and tongue I will knee him in the balls, I do not feel I need to inform him of this though. His legs shake and his cock keeps jumping for me. I squeeze my legs around his head fairly hard and then relax again and he gets the hint and starts licking and sucking on me, moaning and whimpering into me. He starts thrusting into me after a little while and then whimpers as he cums into my mouth again, mmm fresh cum this time. He squirms even more as I keep sucking on his cock and pulling at the the cuffs holding him in place, however I manage to milk him a total of eight times and he makes me feel amazing with his whimpering moans into my pussy, I slide back down to the ground and then squat down to give his cock a gentle lick and kiss while looking playfully into his eyes and he whimpers and tries to pull away "that was fun" I say and giggle and I look up at the sun it is starting to get close to noon and I grab the now wet whip from around his neck and walk behind him and I start to slowly whip him, letting only the tip of the whip bite into his skin as I slowly draw a sun and a moon with the marks I leave in his skin and I relish his screams of pain and begging me to stop, I leave his precious wings untouched until I hear a female voice from above "stop hurting him bitch! and let him go or I will stop you!"

I slash hard with my whip snapping his wing bone and then I get two feed slamming into my chest and a fist hits my face knocking out several teeth and I feel a powerful harm spell rip open my flesh and I scream in pain and I then see the sudden shock in her eyes as the curse takes hold of her and her clothing burns like fire, she screams and starts trying to rip the clothes off I bring out a vial of regeneration potion and drink it and grab her around the throat and kiss her and she whimpers and her body spasms and I toss her in front of Theron, she is screaming loudly as my necrotic spell starts leeching her life away in an extremely painful way and I walk up between them "Maralysa, you attacked me and you are now cursed, and I have infested you with a spell that not only will kill you very slowly and painfully, if I don't stop it your soul will be trapped in your reanimated corpse and you will be forced to watch from the rotting cage all the horrors I will make you do to Theron, however if you agree to be my slave I will stop the spell and I will let the two of you share a cell together, and live."

"No please stop!" Theron shouts in despair, Maralysa scream and flails, I feel her trying to use holy healing energies to stop my spell, but all that does is feed it more, besides she is barely able to call any of it to her because of how turned on the curse makes her.

Maralysa has the same very beautiful white wings, golden hair and blue eyes as Theron, they are such a cute and beautiful couple. "Tick Tock, your time is running out." I say and she cries out in agony not just of the flesh but of her mind "I choose to be your slave, please stop this."

I kiss her partially necrotized and blood soaked lips and pull the spell into myself and consume its energy. Theron is crying in despair still seeing how horribly disfigured and badly injured his love is. I briefly consider letting her remain this way so he can suffer, but I do not want to break her as much as I want to break him, I bring out another vial of regeneration and pour it down into her mouth, and her flesh rapidly heals back to her beautiful self and she rips the rest of her clothes off as she regains the ability to move as it still burns and itches on her, I grab her by her hair and drag her to Theron to kneel before him "suck his cock, and make him cum three times or I will cut his cock off and make you eat it." She starts licking and kissing his soft cock and he whimpers in pain as he is still really sensitive, and she starts crying as she is forced to inflict him pain, I grab her hands and tie them up tight behind her back, between her wings then I grab her by her hair as he gets hard for her and shove her down on his cock "stay there." I then wrap my hands around her wing shoulders and my nails become their razor sharp selves and I add a fire spell to them as I cut her wings off and cauterize the wounds, then I draw upon my magic and wings and they fly up behind my back and attach to me, they grow a bit bigger and become pearlescent, and they feel like a natural part of my own body, I stretch them out and smile to Theron "now who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Theron with a trembling lip and tears flooding from his eyes says likely in fear of what I might do, a lie "you are the most beautiful woman mistress Lux."

"Good answer, if it was not such a lie" I say and wing buffer his right shoulder and snap his arm. Luckily for him I did not cave his ribcage in, as that hurt a lot more than my arm did, when he did that to me. Maralysa protests muffled by his cock, but does not dare to pull away as I told her to stay there, good girl, she learns quick.

I flap my wings a few times making hops using them before I get the hang of them and fly away from them a bit soaring over the ocean, it is exhilarating and also very scary. I keep an eye on them and she is staying put, or at least it looks that way, not that I really care right now, it is amazing to fly, but I feel really clumsy in the air compared to on the ground, I will have to practice with wings, and flying, I make a very clumsy landing and just barely avoid breaking my legs as I land because I break into a somewhat controlled tumble. I walk up to both of them "on second thought I am feeling merciful, these wings are so amazing, I thank you for giving them up to me." with a thought I release Theron from his restraints and he collapses onto his knees and hugs her with his intact arm I give them two vials "drink these."

Maralysa helps Theron open and drink his and drinks her own and their bodies are fully repaired, including new wings growing out of her back, now follow me, my wings detach from my back and vanish into my storage space, they are magical items that will attach to me when I want them.

Theron crawls after me and Maralysa does the same and I walk them back to the dungeon and I open up one of the roomier cells for them, the cell to their right is the orc cell, to the left is the dark elves I smile as they get in there and huddle close in the middle of their cell. I float a water bowl each into their cell and a couple of bowls of troll meat stew. Though I have not told them what meat it is.

I point at the dark elf female that had laughed "you, will breed with him" I point to Theron "or I will put you in the orc cell till you beg to breed with him." I look to Theron "you will breed her, or Maralysa will be put into the orc cell till you do." I open the dark elf cell and she walks out and into their cell. "I will check if the deed is done when I return later." I say and close their cells and lock them and I walk to my laboratory.

I eat some nicely smoked troll meat while I start the process of brewing something that I add to all my potions, it uses my pubic hair, some pussy juices from me and a couple of tears, a whole lot of charm magic and transmutation, as well as extracts of certain flowers and glands of my female slaves, the effect of it, is a mild addiction to my potions, and also to seeing me regularly, being around me and wanting to make me happy. It is very subtle shifting people slowly, but if they take it long enough it becomes quite potent, I add a drop per bottle or vial, it becomes a scent and flavour that people want their potions to have, making other potions made by my competitors taste bad in comparison.

I start the difficult process with some pretty harsh reagents to liquefy the troll hearts, I then purify and extract the magical essence I need from them and concentrate it and pour it into the large bottle of troll heart extract I already have, the blood is easier to convert, it produces two separate reagents, a clear liquid that is concentrated to make healing potions, and a thick red gel, that I use with a few other ingredients for a very concentrated healing salve, the potion is more powerful of course, and heals the entire body, but the salve can close wounds really quickly, as long as they are not caused by strong acid. Though it closes those wounds too, thanks to the healing herbs it contains, that goes for the potions as well.

I process the cum as well, it not only improves fertility, but for women it also works to boost their happiness, in men it increases the size of their loads, and how good the cum is at fertilizing women. Only a drop need touch her inner pussy lips for her to become pregnant if she is able to be, unless she prevents it with the curse. I also spend a bit of time looking at my counter curse spell, and lesser spells that will let me break through certain aspects of the curse, I know that on the black market there is demand for a potion that let's you force impregnate an unwilling woman, as breeding slaves has become harder now. I am close to those lesser things, I even think I have something that will work, but if I go the pure magical route it is really hard to make it happen, and the reagents are really expensive and rare, so I rather spend a bit more time researching than wasting valuable reagents or doing potentially dangerous casting of magic that may not yield what I want.

I put a robe on and exit through one of the tunnels to go buy the things I promised Sylaera, as I want to be sure she gets all the things she wanted if she somehow succeeded on her task. It takes until the sun is starting to set before I get back and enter through the store front door and I see Sylaera's legs tremble as she talks in a really cute slightly jumpy voice with a male customer who is sporting a hardon, and pretends to be interested in each and every potion we have asking many follow up questions and staring at her, and the pool of pussy juice pooling between her legs, the shop reeks of her scent and arousal, it even turns me on and I walk up to the man "you have to hurry up if you want to buy something, we are closing." I say as I feel the change is about to happen to me and Sylaera, and although people know twilight elves change I am trying to keep my day and night selves separate. He gets stunned at there being two of us suddenly and he blushes as I look directly at his hardon and then back into his eyes, something my sister likely did not notice. "I uh... I will take one of those gift boxes the big one with one of each potion! Oh and that perfume." the one that makes women wild over men, well most women, I just like the scent and Sylaera does too, but I protected her from its effect, as I don't want her to be swayed that way to do anything she does not want. "You close the deal sis, I will go prepare the pool and our snacks, you lock up when you are done with him alright?"

"Mmm yes sis" Sylaera says and blushes as I step away to do exactly what I said I would, I even bought her and me a couple of surprise gifts. I have my private pool connected to my laboratory, and we have a shared pool in another underground garden with glowing crystals and only safe and pretty plants growing in it, unlike my laboratory garden that has several poisonous plants, also this pool have tiny fish and special seaweed living in it, it had nice minerals and a natural hot spring from the start when I found it. We also got some tiny rounded decorative and comfortable pebbles to line the bottom and banks with, since the original rock had many sharp edges and was like sand paper in the smoothest areas.

I whisk the cream I bought by hand, knowing exactly how Sylaera likes it and place the fruits and cream on one end, where it is most comfortable for the two of us to sit nice and intimately close to each other, I end up having to wait a bit longer than I expected, so long in fact that I send a wizard eye to look in on sis and she is mopping the floor in the store... we have unseen servants for that, she seems to forget them though, probably because she can't see them, I might have to learn that seen servant spell instead that let's you make them look like you want, speak and have a personality, and yet do basically what the unseen servants do. Maybe then she will remember, but I just watch her as she sings happily and mops the floor clean and goes around to tidy everything up then she skips down the stairs to the pool and I dismiss the magic eye.

Continued in Chapter 2...

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