Aaralon receives new orders

"So, what are your next plans?" asked Aaralon, noticeably relieved for keeping his memories of this mysterious event and eager to switch topics.

"Pretty simple actually," she said. Her image changed. Horns and wings vanished, only the seductive set of a paysan dancer's clothes remained. "We gunna leave the college tonight."

"Tonight?!" Aaralon gasped. "Are you sure? That's pretty soon."

"Aye, it is, sweetheart." Pursha grinned contently, knowing her announcement had made a splash. "And you won't have to do much more than preparing a set of five horses for us. With provisions for a full week."

"Five?" the young mage asked increduously.

"We will have companions."

"Who?"

"For once Winna, your girl. Doesn't that please you?" The succubus smiled innocently at him.

"Hmm. Not where you are involved." Aaralon paused and took a brave breath. "I have a feeling, it would do Winna better if she stayed here."

"How so, little sorcerer?" Pursha replied. "Do you want to deprive her of fun and adventures found on the road?"

"Hmm." Aaralon shrugged. There wasn't much more arguing left for him on that behalf. Except he had good reason to fear, that Winna might change significantly under the erotic influence of the succubus. But he wasn't in a position to argue about that. "But that makes just three of us. Why a fifth horse, considering one would serve to carry the provisions?"

"Let's wait and see" Pursha teased.

"I have come to learn, that surprises from you are more hazardly than a sharp, two-edged blade."

"So?" Pursha grinned. When she smiled contently like that she was so devastatingsly beautiful. The small vest she wore just barely hid her perfect tits. Aaralon couldn't help but feel his carnal desires surface. His fingers twitched nervously. He tried to hide them and found the vial in his pockets. Glad to have found a way to distract himself from Pursha's dangerous charms, he produced the magic potion.

"By the way, here is the potion you commanded me to prepare."

"Ah. Good. Too bad I have no imminent need for it."

"Oh." Aaralon felt a pang of disappointment. He realized, her had been quite curious to watch how its magic worked.

"Don't feel sorry, sweetheart. Consider it as a successfully passed test of your loyality." Pursha approached and laid a slender hand on his cheek. Aaralon's skin burned with excitement where she touched him. The succubus smiled - too knowingly for the young mage's liking. She removed her hand again and looked at the potion. "Give it to me. Then I can check, if you did it properly."

Aaralon relaxed. Relievedly he quickly handed the vial to her. Pursha popped open the stopped and poured a sparkling droplet on her fingertip. Without flinching she licked the liquid from it. "Mmh, tastes just fine." She smiled and offered the potion back to him. "You want to have a lick?"

His breathing quickened. He kind of knew what the potion's purpose was. He didn't feel like taking risks. "Uhm, no thanks. I's not sure if it was a good idea, if I fell in love with you just now."

Pursha laughed. "Sweetheart, you are already in love with me, don't you know? Maybe not the way you humans consider 'love'. Not a 'true love' as you call it. But you're attracted to me and will so as long as I wish. Try to deny it. I'm a succubus. I should know." Aaralon shuddered at the concept. Maybe she was right. It still didn't mean he had to accept it. Uneasily he shuffled his feet. Pursha shrugged again. The familiar odor of musk and berries filled the air. "Believe what you want. I don't care as long as you remain true to our relationship. But, I grant you that, so far you have passed all my tests." Her glance became somewhat milder. "So, you are aware that the liquid is a potion of love?"

Aaralon nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty obvious. Most of the ingredients are being used for commonplace love potions. At least the way they are described in the textbooks. Your variant mainly adds some entruiging components, and the recipe itself is pretty strange. I would have mixed some of the ingredients in a different order. I assume its impact is much stronger than usual."

Pursha grinned. "Would you expect less from a succubus?"

"No. Not at all." For once he actually shared her amusement. "In fact, I would have been disappointed it if wasn't much more potent."

"Nice call, sweetheart. You really know to flatter a pretty girl." The succubus laughed. It ringed with amusement and excitement. Aaralon's stomach buzzed with butterflies. "Anyway, you may keep the potion now. I got other, better means to bring about what I had intended with it."

"And that would be?"

"You'll learn soon enough."

"So, all I gunna do is to prepare those horses? How should I convince the stablekeeper to give five fresh horses to me?"

"Don't worry about that. I already put things into action. The stablekeeper actually awaits you right now as we speak here. And the keeper of the stores has been informed as well."

Aaralon was impressed. "How did you do that? Did you enchant all these men? How would you know whom to bewitch? And where to find them?" Another question struck him. "As I think of it, how did you find me? And how did you know about the location of this chamber?"

Pursha frowned. Her face got serious again. "You ask many questions in such a short time, my little sorcerer. In fact, you ask too many questions." She looked at him menacingly. "It should only concern you, that I saw fit to do all these things."

"Ahem, sorry." Apologetically he lifted his hands. "I won't ask again." When he saw, that her expression didn't turn any angrier, he relaxed. "Are there any other things for me to do?"

"No, sweetheart. I will address you when I have need of you. Just remain unobstrusive and ready for action." Pursha eyed him sternly.

"I will. Be sure, that I will." And Aaralon really meant it.

"Good." The black-haired succubus turned towards the door. "Then we're done here. Let's leave this place."