Untitled Boiling Project

Razorflies are in your stomach.  Well not literally, but it certainly feels that way.  You just can’t take much more failure in your life!  It was made pretty clear yesterday “Anoninwe” the teacher said ‘if your Desire Potion isn’t absolutely perfect, and I mean absolutely perfect, you can forget about moving forward in life’ to a chorus of  ‘oooooooooooooh’s from the rest of the class.  Your ears burned all night after that humiliation.  Why does she enjoy tormenting you?
You clutch the delicate glass bottle close to your chest.  The orange liquid gave a dull glow under your dark robe.
Desire Potion.  An unassuming name for a potion that is supposed to remove a person’s inhibitions and go after whatever it is, they want most.  Money, status, material wealth.  It’s essentially in effect liquid courage in a bottle.  A small, painful jab of pride poked its way into your chest.  You couldn’t help but feel somewhat good about how it turned out.  Slaving away under your delicate array of beakers and boilers, distilling countless evil smelling tinctures and powders measuring the exact amounts of things most people can’t even pronounce correctly, sacrificing sleep and sanity in the hopes of getting a potion with enough potency to get a passing grade.  At least you hope it has enough potency.  You are still a teen after all, how much power could you possibly have?
Lost in your thoughts you almost don’t notice a key problem in front of you: there is a fire in the school.  There’s a FIRE IN THE SCHOOL!  Students are panicking, demons are flying in all directions, and it appears two witches are flying overhead flinging spells at each other, only adding to the damage.  This raises two possibilities.
Possibility one: class is cancelled, you go home for the day and the potion has time to lose what potency it has.
Possibility two: your teacher is a cruel headmistress will count you as absent anyway and fail you unless you turn in your assignment today.
Curse your anxiety for finding no positive outcomes!  Taking a firm grip on your potion, you charge straight into the school.   The halls are empty, making Possibility one the more likely outcome which means finding the Potions office a top priority.  Right up until the wooden floor comes alive with owl faces.  Talking owl faces.  Nope!  A whole lot of nope right there!  You take the first door, a supply closet and opt to wait until the crazy outside returns to manageable levels!
“Um…occupied?”
You look down.  There’s another student in here with you.  Wait, she’s not a student.  She’s wearing student robes, but the glow from your potion gives her away enough that you can tell exactly who she is!  She’s the girl on all the banned posters!  The round eared human that everyone was yammering about a few years back.  Which means that all this…is probably connected to her.
“You?  Okay human start explaining.”
“Okay well first off” she say, unphased “we human start with ‘Hi, pleased to meet you’ and she takes your hand in hers.  “Next we go with names, I’m Luz, and I’m surprised you don’t know my name, what’s yours.”
“A-anoninwe”you stammer out, off put by how nonchalant the human is while a battle of unfathomable scale occurs outside.  “D-don’t change the subject, what are you doing here?!  Aren’t you banned?  Why are you pokim aff myy lipff?” batting away her hand as she examined your teeth.
“Sorry, it’s that I never saw one of you before.  I mean I’ve seen wizards with your pointy ears” she reaches up and gives your right ear tip a gentles squeeze.  You hide the electric jolt it sends through your body.  “but I never saw one with green skin like yours!  I was wondering if you had any other cool stuff.”
“Cool?”
“Yeah you know, fangs, pointed tongue, or glowing tongue.  Kinda like your bottle there” she points to the potion “by the way what is this-“she reaches for it.  By rotten luck, she grasps the stopper as you pull away instinctively.  Half its contents come spewing out, spraying across you both.
There is no word that exists in the Boiling Isles that describes your rage and frustration, but suffice to say, if it there was magic behind it, the Isles would not exist anymore.  You grab the stopper from her hand and refasten it, examining the contents.  Still enough for a few mouthfuls.  Oh, your hope it’s enough for a decent grade.  If Luz screwed you over- “Luz?”
The human responds by edging closer, like some predatory creature, a smile creeping onto her lips.   When she is but a hairsbreadth from you face you notice that her eyes have changed from their original brown to a glowing orange.  Oh no.
The wipes a bit of your spilled potion off her cheeks, licking it slowly off her fingers, never once taking her eyes off you.  “I still wanna know what else you got Anon” she flicks the button of her cloak off, letting her disguise fall free.  “And I wanna know how it feee-he-he-heeeels” she giggles.  You’re starting to think you might have mixed up a few things in the desire potion.
“Luz” you try to reason with her, grabbing her shoulders.  She pushes your hands away, undoing her blouse.  “You aren’t thinking straight that’s not you are talking” you put your hand back on “that’s the potion talking” she flicks your hand off and somehow undoes your own cloak in the same fluid motion.  With one hand trying to hold it up while keeping her own wandering hands away from your pants and keeping this crazy human from taking anything else off you trying to reach past the fog of Desire potion “Listen to me human!  You do not want this!  This is a direction you do not want to go!  Not with me!  Not in a damn supply closet!”
“¡Cállate! You don’t know what I want” and Luz kisses you, tongue pushing past your teeth and probing into your mouth.  Damn.  If you had went straight to class maybe you would have gotten an ‘A’ for potency alone.  Whatever’s left on her tongue is starting to work on you…
Damn restraint, damn the grades, damn everything outside!  You pull the human in close, wanting to experience every second, every scent of the human as your fingers dig into her hair. She reciprocates as her own hands vigorously rubs your ears, driving you wild.  You need more.  Lifting her shirt, you press yourself into her modest chest, sucking and nibbling her chocolate nubs, each gasp and whimper like music to your ears goading you to do it again.
“Nnngh.  No fair” she whines.  “I got nothing to play with.  Unless” she leans down and nibbles at your ears.  The cursed human knows your weakness.  Your eyes rollback as her teeth grind oh so achingly gently at the pointed ends, causing what can only be described as vibrations of ecstasy to ripple across your body as grinds herself against your growing bulge in your pants.
“Enough of this.”
“Call it a tie” Luz teases.
“Call it what you want” you push Luz back as you free Anonweenwe “I think we both know it’s time for the finisher.”
“Oh yessss” she hisses as you grab her hips.  Your flared head kisses her moist entrance and it takes an ungodly amount of restraint to not just plunge in all the way.  Instead you slide in slowly, Luz hissing as you take her maidenhood, the school shaking with the titanic battle around you, or maybe it’s just the sex.  Maybe it’s the sex.  You like to think it’s the sex.
When you hilt, everything else disappears, it’s just you, and Luz, her body squeezing your length milking you as you start to thrust in and out, syncing your pace to the beating of your heart.  There are no words now, just the wet ‘pap’ of every moment your pelvis hits her thighs, increasing in rhythm, as desire mounts.  Her moans become lusty panting as you piston in and out, until finally-
Climax.  You pull free thick ropes of your hot release coating her stomach as your manhood twitches once twice.  Once more.  And done.  Oh, crap what did you just do?
“Oh, crap what did I just do” Luz says in a panicked gasp.

	Using the available cleaning materials you wipe each other down, apologizing profusely and convince each other that the potion just made you both do some real crazy, crazy, REALLY CRAZY things that you would never have done to each other in a million years.
	A knock at the door startles you both. “Hey Luz, time to go.  Those tentacles aren’t going to hold Lilith forever”
	You nervously open the door a crack to see an older witch, pale skinned, with golden amber eyes towering over the both of you.  She gives you a quizzical look before seeing Luz.  Her puzzled expression becomes a smile.  “Oh~ gotta say goodbye to your boyfriend?  Well make it quick.”
	“W-what?  E-eda, he’s not-we’re not.  We didn’t-kinda-sorta-well…”she pulls a hood over her head and starts muttering to herself.
	“I uh…”you cut her off, holding up your potion “need to get to class.”
	“What” Luz turns back “Oh.  Okay, yeah uh see you later I guess.”
	She reaches for Eda’s staff, before turning back to give you a quick peck on the cheek.
	“Ha!  Called it.  Boyfriend” Eda cackles as they fly through a hole in the roof, leaving you with a mix of emotions.  Confusion.  Elation.  Sadness.  Longing.  And Panic.   Lots of panic.  Got to get to the professor’s office now!

“Anoninwe” your potion teacher sniffs as she sweeps up debris and deposits it into the maw of a devouring plant-thing in the corner of her office.  “I don’t know if it’s cowardice or desperation that drove you to come when an obvious disaster is striking the school, but you’re here now.”
	She paces her desk, your half filled bottle placed in front of her desk.   She strides back to you “Don’t think you’ll be getting any points for initiative.  You’ve lost them for losing half the potion’s contents” she tuts, undoing the stopper.
	“Ah” you attempt to speak, but a harsh glare silences you and you silently count the tiles on the floor awaiting your fate.  “Weeeeelllll.  Anoninwe” your teacher slurs as you hear the door lock, and a chill runs down your spine.  “It appears you really want to do well in my class.”
	You look up to see your bottle empty.  Your teacher paces towards you, letting her robe slip.  “I think some extra credit is in order.”
	Oh dear.