It's Manuela, Tipsy From a Premature End to Her Date

"Well, well, well, what have we here," Manuela said as she sauntered over to his table, heels clacking on the cobblestone.

"Just taking a break from the students for the evening," Blyleth said innocently, formulating a plan as he noticed the glaze on her brown eyes and the red in her cheeks, indicating that she had already indulged that night.

"Ah, yes, well I wish the knight that just walked out on drinks felt the same way, not five minutes after he paid the check did I walk by him in the arms of some youthful barmaid," she said with a pout.

"Well he's a fool, I can't imagine settling for a young trollop when he could have continued his evening with a woman with your maturity and wisdom packaged inside such beauty and youth," Blyleth said. He was laying it on a little thick, but Manuela giggled and crossed her lovely, exposed legs seductively.

"Now, now, professor, do be gentle with the praise, I've already been hurt once this evening by a handsome young man," she said, leaning over, exposing more of her deep cleavage.

"I can go slower if you'd like, how about we just start with a drink?" Blyleth suggested, pulling a bottle of pink liquid in a glass decanter out of his satchel. Normally he'd never dream of being so forward with someone with a history of being so clingy like Manuela, but if the potion worker the way he wanted, she wouldn't even remember the evening, unless he ordered her to.

"Lovely," she exclaimed, pulling a glass wine goblet out from goddess knows where, "that looks divine, let's have a taste!"

Blyleth poured her a couple ounces, leaving Manuela looking expectantly at him.

"It's more potent than it looks, give it a taste to make sure it agrees with you first." Manuela nodded and lifted it to give it a sniff.

"Oh my..." she said breathlessly as she inhaled the intoxicating scent, "what is this?"

"It's my own creation, it has wonderful properties that stimulate the mind and body," Blyleth said, observing her. As she took her first sip she closed her eyes and moaned, her face growing more flush and her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her dress.

"This is sooooo, goooood," she said dreamily, eyes growing even glossier. Blyleth moved from his chair across from her and slid into the one right next to her, sliding his arm around her waist.

"Have another sip," he said sensually. Manuela giggled and she did, leaning against his body as the warm liquid went down smoothly. Her body trembled slightly and she felt her breathing growing more rapid. She looked deeply into Blyleth's eyes and felt herself grow wet.

"Blylethhhh...this is soooo good, but I probably shouldn't have anym-"

"Finish the glass," Blyleth commanded softly. Manuela stared for the briefest moment, then felt an urge to do what he said, downing the glass in one swift move.

"Oooohhh, goddess, it's so...."

"Heavenly?" Blyleth suggested. Manuela nodded.

"It makes you feel so warm and blissful and sexy, doesn't it?" Blyleth asked her, sliding a hand under the table up her thigh. Without even realizing she was doing it, Manuela moved spread her legs, giving him access to her soaked pussy.

"Blyleth, what are we...doing?" she said dazed, a dopey smiley on her face.

"Whatever I tell you," he said as he pulled the straps of her dress, exposing her full, firm tits to the night air.

"Oh," she said, then giggled, "that sounds fiiiiiIIIINE!" she squealed as he slipped his fingers inside of her.

"So hot and wet, and no undergarments? What a naughty professor," he practically growled into her ear with lust. Manuela moaned, feeling goosebumps erupt over her body.

"Soooo, so naughty," she moaned as her body kept growing warmer and warmer and her mind grew foggier. He used his free hand and grabbed one of hers and pulled it under the table. Manuela was shocked the find that the young man's cock was out. It was long and thick, and she licked her lips as she stared at it. Blyleth put her hand around it and groaned as she began stroking.

They stayed like this for what felt like an eternity to Manuela, groping and stroking, occasionally her would lick and tease her nipples. She floated in mindless bliss for a time, then felt a little cold. She was standing up in nothing but her heels, he dress laying on the ground. Blyleth's pants joined them and she felt herself lifted into the air.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and he leaned her against the smooth, cool stone of the castle wall as he began thrusting inside of her. Every thrust felt like a climax to her in her potion-addled state of mind, every sensation like a kiss on her eager body. She lost count of how many times she came as he thrusted into her relentlessly, moaning. Everyonce in a while he would whisper something, but she wouldn't catch it and only found herself agreeing with whatever it was.

After what had to be her 10th orgasm he finally lowered her to the ground and groaned as he exploded all over her breasts.

Blyleth stood panting, looking down at the sex-drunk Manuela, satisfied with the potency of the aphrodesiac potion. He left her on the ground, still breathing heavily, a dopey smile on her face, his cum still on her chest, as he put his clothes back on.

"Time to test the commands...Manuela, attention!"

Manuela rose off the ground rapidly, standing up perfectly straight.

"Who do you obey?"

"Only you, master," she repeatedly blankly.

"What is your trigger phrase and what does it do?" he asked, pleased so far.

"It is, 'Tantalizing Teacher,' master, it makes me instantly horny and drops me into an obedient trance."

"Excellent," Blyleth said, happy that the instructions he gave her while fucking her had worked, "I was right, the potion doesn't make your receptive to suggestion while experiencing sexual pleasure...perfect, perfect."

"Now, get dressed," he commanded, and she jumped up to put her dress back on, then stood before him looking blank and empty.

"The arousal is wearing off, looks like it lasts half an hour, good to know," he mumbled, looking at the clock tower, "what are your other suggestions?"

"I will return to my room and sleep, I only remember having a drink with you outside, it was nice, but nothing happened," she repeated, perfectly reciting her orders.

"Good girl, now go to bed," he ordered, and off she went. It was late in the evening, Blyleth debated what he should do next. Should he look for more people to enthrall, or go to bed and start again in the morning?