Lust Potion

"Well this ended up as more of a lotion, and less of a potion." You hop off the cart with a glass that is filled with more pink than red. "Should do the trick, but I'm going to have to apply it directly on the wound." You kneel down before her. "So let's get your shoes and stockings off, and we'll begin.

She nods lamely and grunts as she leans forward to start unlacing her boots, and then rolls down her stockings. Luckily not questioning why both had to be removed.

The smell of her feet felt like they'd punched you in the nose. This was a woman who's legs have taken her many a weary miles across the world. "Oh man, you really are a traveling merchant." You laugh.

She just grunts, crosses her arms, and looks away. Though a steady blush rises up her face as she does.

"Oh don't be like that." You laugh, and slide your hands into a pair of gloves, don't want to get any of that stuff on you. Can you imagine what you'd be like with a lust potion? The world shudders to think. "I'm just being mean." Sometimes the truth... she hurts.

She shrugs, a petulant gesture to hide her slight smile. "Oh there's nothing to be mean about. I'd take stinky feet over smelling like a horse any day."

You lather your hands with your pinkish healing lotion, and get to work. "On that we can agree." You wince twice as much as she does, when you touch the wound, that unnervingly flexible ankle, at an angle more unnatural than anything you've seen in your time in the cult. "Oh god oh god." You whine, as you set the foot right, hearing all manner of body parts pop and grind into to place.

"Eeeeeeeee!" She squeaks, as her foot is put into place. The lotion is absorbed into her skin quickly, and your skill as an alchemist shines through brilliantly because within a few minutes, she's wiggling her toes happily, the purplish coloration is gone, and more importantly it's not dangling from her leg broken anymore. "Mmm, that actually feels kind of good."

"Oh does it?" You say innocently. Once her foot is fully healed, you go to her other one, slathering it with lotion as well. "I've been known to give pretty good foot massages."

She whimpers happily. "You better not be charging extra for this."

"It's not going to cost you money if that's what you're asking." You lace your fingers between her toes, and squeeze her feet tightly. This causes her to whimper some more, and lean back, suddenly the picture of relaxation. But not for long. As you pamper her feet with your lust potion, she soon becomes quite agitated. Moaning, and shifting in her seat on the grass. She squeezes her thighs together, and pouts petulantly with eyes closed tightly shut in some sort of fantasy.

Once the potion is fully absorbed into her feet, you peel your gloves off, and take out your wanger. You press her feet against your hard rod, and let out a light sigh. Her feet are moist and cool, and feel good against you. For her part she let's out a mid-sized moan and her toes wiggle around happily. She eagerly moves her feet around to explore whatever pleasurable tool was just used on her.

She opens her eyes slowly, and leans forward to see what all the disturbance is about, and sees her feet exploring your cock curiously. She gasps in surprise, as her big toe runs along your length. "Why does..." She offers, but don't complete the sentence.

You get to your knees, and grab both her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She gasps excitedly. She clearly has a few reservations about having sex with a stranger on the side of the road, but her leaking panties say that she doesn't care. However rather than plunging yourself into her wet cunt, you bring her feet together around your cock, and make your own little fuckhole. It's great fun fucking them and from the noises she's making, she's half convinced that she likes it as much as normal sex. Her mouth is hanging open letting out moans like bird chirps. She's staring quite fascinated by what's going on down there, while rubbing the outside of her underwear in tiny circles. An act so vulgar and lewd on the topside, that it's safe to say she's gone absolutely insane with lust.

When the time comes, as it always must, you take your member into your own hand to finish yourself off, decorating the tops of her feet like you're icing a cake. It's pretty as a picture, and when you're done you grab her feet again and rub your semen into her skin, which causes her to let out a renewed chorus of interested groans. "All finished." You announce tucking your dick back in. "You should be able to walk now."

"W-what was that?" She gasps, and stares at her shining feet. "It felt... you were... in public!"

"Just a little alchemy." You assure her, holding out your hand. "Come, let's get you up."

She cautiously takes you hand, and gets to her feet. Quite pleased that she can, but quite embarrassed when the change in position causes her sex to drain out into her unmentionables. "Oh dear, that got me quite, ahem." She brushes down her dress, and picks up her boots, stockings, and bag. "Do you think, we could do that again?"

You take her bag and toss it up on your cart, and then help her up. "Not for a few more minutes, but I'd happily let you rest your feet on my lap while we drive."

She blushes, as you climb aboard the cart. "That would be so exposed, you really have no decency do you? The very thought of traversing the highway in such an exposed manner!"

You shrug, and kick your horses into action. "Alright, but if you're not going to make yourself useful, you should at least put your boots back on. No offense, but your feet stink."