6.66 – ❤ Extraction IV

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.

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.