You take some convincing...

"I'm not sure..." you begin. "Who ever heard of a king drinking the seed of a beast?"

"Edward, it's not like you're sucking the blasted thing off yourself!" Lady Alanna says, a note of exasperation creeping into her voice. "That was the elven huntress who acquired the samples."

"Very well. Pour me some more wine." you say, gesturing to your empty glass.

"Oh I'm afraid you can't dilute the liqueur in wine. Like any magical ingredient, it'll lose the lion's share of its potency." Alanna explains.

"I wasn't going to dilute it, I just need some more wine in me before you'll convince me to drink cum." you tell the mage.

Lady Alanna rolls her eyes as she takes the potion from your hand and passes you a full cup of wine.

"You say that as if it's some excruciating torment, your Majesty. Some of us find the act of swallowing seed quite tolerable indeed." she smirks.

You raise an eyebrow on hearing that.

"What? Given your closeness to my mother, I just assumed..."

"That I don't care for men? Nothing could be further from the truth." Alanna begins, snatching your close to empty glass from your hand. Taking it with her other, she guides you under the hem of her negligee, letting your fingers rest against her twat.

"Even as my lips felt your mother's kiss, as I spent nights in the throes of passion, I also hungered after men. Knights, explorers, men of passion, virility and potency." Alanna tells you.

"I can tell why mother likes you." You smile, teasing her cunt.

A few moments later, Alanna is on her knees, pulling out your hard cock and giving it a gentle kiss.

"There are benefits to increased potency, that have nothing to do with ruling your kingdom more effectively." the mage says as she works your length with two slender hands.

Even after your romp with that ginger whore, and several bouts with your mother, you're still raring to go, to feel Lady Alanna swallow your length whole. It had to be the demonic blood in you. Marissa could go all night if nothing else caught her hedonistic attention.

As Alanna takes inch after inch of you into her mouth, it's clear she's picked up a few things from your mother by osmosis. That, or she's a naturally gifted cocksucker.

You stroke the shining golden hair that frames the crown of Lady Alanna's head as her lips slide up and down your shaft, bringing great pleasure as they go. If she was even ten years younger, and not known throughout your court as the former regent's bedwarmer, you might've seriously considered putting another form of golden crown on that head.

You last another five minutes, but are undone when Alanna goes down, almost to the base of your cock. She looks up at you, blue eyes shooting you a sultry, seductive look. It's too much for you, and you begin to cum, keeping your hand on the top of Alanna's head to keep her down, you thrust up into her mouth in carnal satisfaction.

Alanna swallows your load, giving you another pointed look as she does so. As if she's saying "See? It's not so terrible."

"Fine, fine, I think you've more than proved your point, Alanna." You say. "Give me the liqueur."

Standing, the half-naked mage pulls the stopper from the vial, then hands you the liqueur, before joining you on the bed.

Deciding to just get it over with quickly, you bring the foul-smelling mixture to your lips and swallow it. Alanna notes the disgusted expression on your face with one of grim amusement.

The foul aroma has nothing on the outright vile taste of the minotaur-based beverage. It's worse than your mother's cooking (not needing to eat food, the demon didn't quite grasp the intricacies of human nourishment.)

"Minotaurs are known for many things. Healthy diets are not among them." Alanna says, handing you another tall glass of wine. You drink deeply, doing the best you can to get the taste out of your mouth.

"At least that's over with." You groan, even as you begin to feel enthusiastic and energised.

"For now. Long-term improvements will require a daily potion, for a few weeks at least. But in the short-term, you should feel-"

Alanna's explanation is cut short as you pounce on her, pin her to the bed, and line your cock up to her entrance.

-

Some time later...

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"How should I feel?" You ask between ragged breaths, as you let your flaccid length slide out of your mage.

"Energised, confident... randy." Alanna giggles.

"You know, I think your little potion's working." you say, your hand roaming down from Alanna's cheek to cup one of her breasts. Whatever the burst of short-term energy and potency coursing through your body, you're not yet feeling it on your right hand side.

"I was worried... that little elf could've sold me her husband's seed, for all I knew." Alanna jokes.

Even though you've just finished in Alanna's twat, you can feel yourself growing hard again, even faster than normal. Engorged and eager, you can't see yourself sleeping in your own lonely bedchamber tonight.

"Tell your servant to bring us more wine." You tell Lady Alanna, gesturing to the half empty bottle on the bedside table. "We're not done."

-

Some time later...

-

The first rays of daylight invaded Alanna's chamber, hitting your face and tired eyes with the **** of a steel mace. Any energy you had beyond the normal had abated the fourth time you fucked Alanna. You had drank, joked and rutted long into the night. The mage even offered you her arse, a gift she'd only given to one or two other men in all her years. In your epic state of inebriation (four bottles of Florence Vineyard's best product stood on the table drained) you'd only barely stopped yourself from asking where her tail was.

Alanna herself is sat up, hunched over the side of the bed. You chuckle at the queasy, almost green-tinted pallor to her face. Clearly she's not used to drinking so much, you laugh. Or at least you do until you try to move, and realise, you're accustomed to it even less.