This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

6.66 – ❤ Extraction IV

"What," her teacher prompted, even as she nuzzled her face against her cock. "Is the process of alchemical fermentation, and what particular ingredients are susceptible to it?"

Seeing how they were in the end-game, the eighth question—and the one which would probably have Sabina sliding Zoey's cock down her throat—it made sense that they were well beyond the easy ones, the prompts for basic information that even a total apprentice could answer.

Alchemical fermentation. The name itself, as most names, gave away the general concept. But Sabina wasn't looking for the general concept. She wanted proof her student was diligent. And if she was diligent, then she would slide those cute lips up to the tip of her cock, then plunge down and—

Stay focused, Zoey reminded herself.

Alchemical fermentation.

"The process of breaking down complex substances—pre-reagents—through controlled decay, usually using magical fungi or similar," Zoey repeated from some buried part of her memories. She tried to ignore how Sabina brought those plush lips of hers up and across her cock, ending so that she had placed a kiss at the very tip. Promising, if she could finish her answer to her satisfaction, that her eighth question's reward would be bliss.

"For ingredients susceptible to alchemical fermentation," Zoey continued, attention locked down between her legs, "the most common are plant matter rich in sugars or starches, like grains and fruits. But more arcane substances too. Dragon's blood, for example, when properly fermented—" ignoring how absurdly expensive such a reagent was, "—yields potent reagents when broken down. Certain arcane-attuned crystals like moonstone can also be fermented, enhancing their magical properties while keeping their fundamental makeup. Fermentation at that point is more of a metaphysical concept, not a true natural process."

She paused briefly, then added, "The key is choosing ingredients with latent energies. Pre-reagents that can be unlocked or transformed through controlled decay. There's a lot susceptible to that, though the ones I named are typical examples."

Sabina smiled, even as she kept her lips posed at the top of Zoey's cock, gray eyes locked to her own.

And then, telling her she'd done well, she plunged down.

Zoey honestly hadn't expected how mind-erasingly good it would feel. She'd been waiting for Sabina's direct touch for a great deal longer than most of her partners. The older, aloof woman generally preferred interacting with Zoey strapped to a table and with a pocket-pussy—or more comprehensive equipment—in hand.

So to have her finally engulfing her cock in her throat? Wiggling down with surprising adeptness, that hot, slick tunnel squeezing on all sides as she sheathed herself, placing a self-satisfied kiss all the way down with fourteen inches of cock bulging her throat out?

Well. It felt better than usual, to say the least. Zoey groaned, hips lifting slightly, feeling a bit dizzy as she met gray eyes down between her legs.

Though overwhelmed with pleasure, Zoey wondered whether Sabina was making a point tonight. She had stated her preference for giving versus receiving, yet with Zoey's skill of Patron arriving, the topic of more direct interaction had been broached as possibly necessary—and so Sabina was establishing that her preference didn't mean dislike for the opposite. She was more than ready to use her body to pleasure Zoey directly, even happy to do so, for all she preferred to have toys and restraints on hand.

Her teacher stayed there, buried fourteen inches down on her cock, for a few long moments—choking once, the convulsion distinctly pleasurable—before sliding up along her length and popping off with a series of coughs. Even the composed woman couldn't quite handle her without a reaction.

"Very good," she said. She gripped Zoey's cock and slapped it onto her face, a strand of saliva bridging from the thick, pulsing member to her nose. "You continue to prove yourself a capable student. Better than someone in my position could have expected, to be honest." She emphasized the statement by sucking on Zoey's tip, swirling her tongue around. She withdrew with a second pop. "I think," she said, "that if you can get this next question right, I'll let you take control." Another meaty slap of girlcock-against-face. "Does that sound like something you'd want? Using your teacher's throat to your heart's content?"

Getting to grab Sabina's head and shove down into that tight hole, using her throat as a fuck-toy? Yes, her potential reward was as amazing as she could have hoped for. Zoey's breath grew heavy in excitement, and she had to remind herself to answer. She said, "Yeah. Let's—let's hear it, then."

Sabina seemed to enjoy the flushed, agitated state she'd put Zoey in. She didn't give the next question right away, instead plunging back down to swallow fourteen inches. She held pulsing girlcock in her throat for as long as she could, lifting up and down a few times to stroke along her length, before finally pulling off. She needed less recovery, this time, the resulting coughing fit lasting only a handful of moments.

"Question nine," she said, professional as could be—as if she hadn't just been choking on her student's dick. "Explain the process of distilling basilisk venom for use in a petrification reversal elixir."

Like before, Zoey wasn't given even a moment to digest the question before Sabina's hot mouth was back around her cock, melting her thoughts away. She couldn't help but think how unfair that was, but she was hardly going to ask her to stop. Even as Sabina stroked her way up and down, head bobbing in her lap, she rallied her thoughts.

"Petrification reversal elixir," Zoey struggled out. "I'm … pretty sure I've read about that. Somewhere." It sounded familiar, at least.

Sabina popped off Zoey's cock, placing a kiss at the tip. "It was mentioned in your assigned readings," she agreed. "I do, after all, try to keep this fair."

That was awfully ironic of her to say, seeing how she dove right back down, swirling her tongue around her shaft as she gagged herself on her cock. This level of distraction was most definitely not 'fair'. Zoey fought the desire to lift her hips up and start smacking into her teacher's face, fucking the throat so willingly offered to her, taking control—and thus claiming her prize before it had technically been earned. She fought the arousal boiling through her veins.

The tenth question, she reasoned, was going to be impossible: Zoey knew her teacher's throat was the farthest she would be going today. So this was the last real question, the last bit of focus she needed to keep.

"It's a niche process," Zoey said, "since Basilisk venom is hard to get a hold of—it's a rare monster to begin with. And it's volatile, finicky. You're supposed to …" she briefly lost her train of thought as Sabina lifted up to suck at her cockhead, slipping her tongue around the tip. She quirked an eyebrow at Zoey as she did so, asking, 'why did you stop?'

"Supposed to heat it in a cauldron of silver," Zoey continued, voice hoarse. "And collect the vapors, to cool rapidly using a frost charm. The heat, and the silver of the cauldron, purifies the negative effects of the poison, and the resulting primary reagent can be used to make potions of petrification reversal." She shuddered as the last word of the answer came out, cock throbbing in Sabina's mouth. "Is that right?" she asked with a bit of a gasp.

Sabina languidly pulled up and off. She rested Zoey's member across her face, letting the spit-slickened latex-covered rod lay there and pulse heat across her cheek and eye—as amazing of a sight as it had been earlier.

"Is it?" Sabina countered. "You're the one being asked."

Zoey locked her answer in. "It is. That's what I remember reading."

Sabina smiled.

"Indeed," she said mildly. "Now, then, you may—"

Zoey had already picked the older woman up by the waist and thrown her onto the bed. She needed this badly, after so much teasing: Sabina had her feeling almost mindless with excitement, the stimulation before this point building into a painful need. Sabina took a sharp breath in surprise at the forceful handling, though didn't tense up as Zoey settled onto her knees and dragged the woman's head up to her tip.

"How rough can I be?" Zoey murmured.

"I said you'd be in control, didn't I?" Sabina asked, amused—and the slightest bit challenging.

Well, then. Zoey intended to take her up on that offer.

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