An Experiment
Bubbles had made a habit of stopping at the Faun-friendly tavern every time she went out. She was now on a first-name basis with the proprietress, Maraxa, who always excused herself from the patron she attended to make a beeline for the princess. Today was different, though. Bubbles didn't see Maraxa behind the counter, and she didn't appear after claiming a seat at her favorite table. Glancing around, she realized there was only one other customer on his way out, soon leaving her alone. Just as Bubbles rose to her feet, her ears caught a muted exchange from the kitchen. Maraxa and a smug male Demon emerged, the latter striding right out the door. The former planted her hands on her hips and heaved a sigh before noticing Bubbles, approaching with a smile. "Always nice to see you, Princess. What would you like today?"
Bubbles blinked at her. "Is everything okay? You sounded upset with that man."
"I was!" Maraxa huffed. "He tried convincing me to use my establishment to conduct questionable business."
"What kind of business?"
Maraxa waffled for a moment before sighing. "He was a… purveyor of illicit substances. He offered me forty percent of his profits to use the tavern to sell to customers."
"Hmm. What kind of product did he have?" Bubbles pressed.
"It's called lamina," she answered. "It's this new aphrodisiac from Floria, a pretty potent one, I guess. But I've never heard of it until now, so it's not like there's a guarantee I'll profit off turning this place into a front to sell drugs!"
"I've never heard of it, either. It's probably for the best that you turned him down." Maraxa agreed and took Bubbles' order, returning shortly with her fare of lavender-lemon mead and an endive-pear salad topped with walnuts, balsamic vinaigrette, and blue cheese imported all the way from Fawna. Bubbles was too busy ruminating on this mysterious new intimacy aid to fully appreciate the taste of home. Would lamina infringe on her virility elixir profits? She almost had all the ingredients for her first batch, planning to swing by the imported herbs and spices shop after finishing lunch. Boomer had already agreed to test one for her, but now Bubbles thought she should acquire some lamina for comparative purposes. She could concoct her elixirs to make up for whatever properties it lacked.
After paying Maraxa and bidding her farewell, Bubbles headed for the imports alley of the market district. While waiting for the seller to weigh her requested amounts of tarrow powder and dried figs, she continued browsing his wares to seem casual. "I just overheard some women discussing the efficacy of an aphrodisiac called lamina. Do you know of it?"
"Sure do." The young male quirked an eyebrow and smiled. "You want some? I got five full carats worth of top-grade lamina."
Bubbles pulled a sheepish face. "I've never even seen it. What form does it come in?"
"It's a powder. Don't recommend snorting it– makes you see weird colors that way." She tittered as he handed over the figs and tarrow.
She hemmed and hawed. "Does it actually work? I mean… have you tried it?"
"Yep, works great. Gets you in the mood fast, makes sex feel amazing, and helps you cum over and over again without feeling tired. Only downside is the demand is already outweighing the supply."
By that statement, Bubbles deduced five carats didn't go very far. That meant there was still a demand for more accessible intimacy aids. "How much do you recommend for an optimal experience?"
The Demon looked her up and down, smirking a little. "You sound pretty interested in this stuff. Your royal mate not satisfying you or something?"
She considered lying to see if he'd sell her the lamina at a discount, or outright give it to her. But she knew how quickly the rumor that Prince Boomer was bad in bed would spread, and she'd probably receive even more lewd propositions than she already did. Bubbles shook her head once. "I'm very satisfied with him. I was just curious about lamina since I've never heard of it before. I never expected such a potent aphrodisiac to come out of Floria of all places."
"Yeah, the Fae are a little prudish, aren't they? Maybe that's why they developed it. Tell you what, Princess…" The shopkeep withdrew a tiny vial from his apron pocket and handed it to her. "You and your man can test it out yourselves. With your royal seal of approval, I'll be able to sell even more."
Bubbles accepted it with a grin. "It would be my pleasure to contribute to your economic success, good sir!"
The last thing she had to acquire on her market outing were unaspected crystals, not having brought nearly enough from Fawna. Empty crystals were much cheaper in Hael, and that made her realize she could make decent profits off exporting elementally-aspected crystals on their own, no alchemy required. Once home, Bubbles carried her purchases to her lab, donned a pair of leather gloves and safety goggles, and began reducing all the elixir ingredients to liquids so they would create a smooth, palatable concoction.
Boomer returned from work a few hours later. "I'm home!" he called out, pausing to hear where Bubbles' response came from.
"Welcome back!" Sunroom. He wandered in and leaned against the archway to observe the complicated alchemical process. Bubbles flashed him a smile. "You're safe. I'm not working with anything volatile."
Boomer had learned the hard way not to waltz up and hug her while she was at her station. Last week, he caused her to add one too many drops of moon water to angelica oil, creating fumes that numbed their tongues for three days. Exchanging a quick kiss followed by a more sensual one, Boomer eyed the table. "Whatcha working on?"
"I'm liquefying these figs. It's an overnight process."
He pouted. "Does that mean you'll be here all night?"
Bubbles poked his cheek. "Nope, I'll be able to bother you in bed."
"Watching you do science already gets me bothered." Hungry lips cut off her giggle. Boomer backed her up against the wall while grabbing her ass. Some part of her underbust corset prodded his stomach, and he brought a hand around to feel for the button or rivet. His fingers slid into a tiny pocket where they brushed glass. Boomer removed it and pressed himself flush against her for a brief make-out session.
Bubbles pushed him away. "Go take a shower. I know you were in the mines today."
"How can you tell?" he asked with another pout.
"Your clothes smell like stale air."
"Aha. See you at dinner?" Bubbles nodded and returned to her vials and flasks. Upstairs, Boomer examined what he'd taken from her pocket, squinting at the iridescent powder. It was probably an important ingredient, but if Bubbles realized it was missing, she'd come up to their bedroom to get it and he could make out with her some more. He left it on the bench at the end of the bed and went to clean up. When he got out, the vial was still there. Boomer frowned; maybe it wasn't an ingredient for her elixirs. He put on pants but nothing else, grabbed it, and returned to the sunroom, but Bubbles was no longer there. "Laz?" The Head of House emerged from the kitchen. "Where'd Bubbles go?"
"She said she forgot to buy flavoring and ran to the market for some vanilla pods," he answered.
"Oh…" He pinched the vial of powder between two fingers. "Do you know what this is?"
Laz's eyes widened. "That's lamina! I've been looking everywhere for some, but everyone's sold out already!"
"Lamina? What is it?"
"An aphrodisiac." Laz wrung his hands. "I'll buy it off you, Master. How much?"
Boomer gave the vial a perplexed look. He reasoned Bubbles had acquired the lamina so she and he could use it, or to experiment with. "Sorry, Laz, I think Bubbles got this to spice things up a little."
He waved it off. "Well, let me know how the sex is so I can decide whether or not to go all the way to Floria to buy some. Lamina's supposed to make you bust until you run dry."
"Seriously?" He shifted his weight. "So… it might help me get her pregnant." Laz hummed thoughtfully. "Has she said anything to you about being ready for babies?"
"Not a word. But that seems like a conversation you two need to have sooner rather than later." He gave the prince a look before returning to the kitchen.
Boomer paced in the sunroom until he heard the telltale tap of Bubbles' dainty hooves on the stone floor. "You're back!" he exhaled in relief, thrusting the lamina toward her. "What'd you get this for?"
Bubbles patted her corset pocket and frowned. "So that's where that went. I thought it fell out on my way home earlier." She donned a gentle smile. "The spice vendor gave it to me. I thought we could try some and see how it compares to my virility elixirs. If the lamina makes sex way better, I'll have to alter my formula."
"Oh…" Boomer breathed out all the tension that had been building up during her short absence. "I thought… maybe… you wanted to use it to improve your chances of getting pregnant."
Bubbles' baby blues widened dramatically before she tittered. "Sweetie, there's a reason why us Beastlings are the most prolific species in Erd. When my fertility window comes around again…" She blushed. "Your seed will take root without us having to do any extra work."
"Oh, okay." He cleared his throat. "Uh, when might that window be open?"
She searched the ceiling in consideration. "Well, it typically occurs in spring. Spring in Fawna coincides with summer here, so it would be in a month or so. But it depends more on what's happening in nature. As our saying goes, 'flowers and women blossom together.' Since there's considerably less vegetation in Hael, my cycle may be a little confused and off."
"I see, I see…" Boomer placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly letting them fall down her arms. "You'll let me know when you're ready for me to pollinate your blossom, right?"
She smiled kindly and kissed him. "Of course." Bubbles tilted her head to peer up at him. "In case it happens sooner rather than later, are you prepared to be a father?" The very notion of holding a little half-Faun spawn in his arms filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling and summoned a giddy grin to his face. "I'll take that goofy smile as a yes." She laughed and smooched him again.
Boomer was too distracted to really kiss her back. "Oh gods, our baby would be the cutest thing in the world. What would we name it? I don't mind Fawnish names, but some of them are hard to read and pronounce correctly, no offense. My dad probably expects us to name one after him regardless if it's a girl or boy. But I kinda like your family's naming conventions better. It's pretty much guaranteed to have blue eyes, though, so what about something like 'Safira' or 'Azur'? Or maybe—"
He was silenced by Bubbles' finger landing on his lips. "To be honest, I hope I don't get pregnant any time soon. I want to try running this potion business first and see if I can succeed in Hael." Guilt flashed in her gaze. "Do you think that's selfish of me?"
Boomer hugged her tightly. "No, of course not! I want to see you succeed at something you're passionate about. And if you wanna profit off what you're good at, I'd never tell you not to." He turned to nuzzle her long, soft ear, murmuring. "Sorry, but I'm fixated on the idea of raising kids with you now. Whenever we have them, I'll be the best husband and father in all of Erd."
"I know you will be." Bubbles glanced at her flasks. If she turned down the heat a smidge, she could probably let the figs simmer all night. She reached out to replace the large fire crystal with a smaller one, then planted her chin on Boomer's chest to bat her lashes. He regarded her affectionately. "Ready to start our experiment?"
"Huh? Wait, you mean with this stuff?" He gave the vial a little shake and the iridescent powder shimmered like a trapped rainbow. "Are you gonna take some, or just me?"
"Just you," Bubbles answered. "I'm testing the efficacy of male virility aids."
"Right. Okay, I'm down." They went upstairs to their bedroom where Boomer magically locked the door. He sat on one edge of the bed while Bubbles fetched a journal and charcoal pencil. She paced in front of him while beginning her science diary.
"Subject is one Boomer Dawnstar, prince of Hael, aged twenty-one. A male Demon in his most fertile years, very eager to please the ladies…"
"One lady," he amended.
Bubbles continued. "His grandsire is an Angel, meaning he possesses one-quarter Angelic blood. This may or may not factor into his reaction to lamina. He is in peak physical condition and should be able to fully appreciate the effects of the aphrodisiac." She pushed Boomer onto his back and untied his drawstring pants, shucking them off before returning to the journal. "Length of flaccid penis is about… one hand."
"Hey, it's more than—" His protest devolved to a little groan as she planted her lips on his stomach and left a trail of damp kisses down to his cock. She felt it harden beneath her but it wasn't at full mast until she kissed the base.
Boomer was already tense and breathing heavily, anticipatory, his dark eyes on her while she made more notes. "Before lamina, length of erect penis appears to be… just shy of two hands."
"Oh, come on. You have tiny hands."
"Fine. Two hands so as not to bruise the subject's fragile ego." He scoffed, then held his breath as Bubbles grabbed one of the decorative pillows and knelt on the floor. "Hmm." She was too short. "Turn so your legs hang over the footboard."
Boomer obliged. "Like this?"
She knelt on the trunk between his knees. "Perfect! Now say 'ah'." He stuck out his tongue for her to coat with lamina, noting that it had no flavor. Bubbles' gaze traversed his body in keen observance of any physical effects; she noticed right away as gooseflesh rose up on his skin, his breathing picked up, and a faraway look appeared in his droopy eyes, jotting everything down in her journal. Setting it aside, she tucked several strands of golden curls behind her ears, earning Boomer's undivided attention. He drew in a breath when she took hold of his cock and gave the tip a little smooch, tentative, since the last time she tried giving him head, he came in about ten seconds and it ended up on her cheek. Boomer realized the key to not immediately blowing his load was to not watch his buxom bride suck him off. He covered his eyes with a throw pillow and exhaled a sigh. It felt good, of course, but also slightly insubstantial. Pleasure ebbed and flowed from their point of contact in waves, and he couldn't help but yearn for a more solid, stable connection.
Plush lips separated to take him in, the warmth of her mouth stoking the ardor in his veins. Bubbles withdrew, wetted her lips, and tried again, careful to keep her teeth off him. She could only have about half his length in her mouth before her gag reflex unpleasantly activated. Boomer's quiet moans turned into deep rumbles as she found a comfortable rhythm. Not too slow, not too fast. The fingers holding him steady at the base provided the right amount of pressure, gliding along his velvety skin in time with her bobbing head. Her hair tickled his hips each time she came down but it wasn't bothersome or distracting. He figured nothing could distract him from the sensations of his wife's warm, sweet mouth enveloping him… until she started using her tongue.
"Oh, baby…" Boomer rocked his hips on reflex, slipping a bit farther past her lips as her pace quickened. Bubbles moaned around his cock and he desired to hear and feel more of that, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. He reached for her and she paused for him to cup her head, tilting it down slightly so his cock touched the back of her throat. Bubbles tried hard not to gag, to relax and focus on maintaining her rhythm, but she had not chosen the most comfortable angle. She wouldn't stop yet, not when her husband was moaning and cursing up a storm. Honestly, she hadn't expected him to last this long.
"Harder," he breathed, and she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to add more pressure. "Fuck… Get it, baby." Bubbles almost laughed, her constricting throat tearing a near-growl from Boomer. His hand fisted in her hair as he thrusted faster than she could keep up with, and she made a helpless little sound, almost a whine. He didn't hear it, his pulse thundering in his ears. Her mouth was so wet and his cock was so slick that there was no resistance whatsoever, nothing to prevent him from going as fast as he wanted. Except the rest of Bubbles. She squeezed his thigh and started to retreat. "No, baby, please, I'm so close," he spoke all in one desperate breath. "Please don't stop. I'm sorry, I'll slow down. I'm sorry."
Taking a beat to gather her bearings, Bubbles resumed the hard-suction fast pace to finish him off. Boomer relinquished his hold on her locks, clutching at the comforter instead. She went "mmph" as he snapped his hips forward while she came down, grinding the head of his dick along the roof of her mouth. "Fuck… Oh baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm…" As if she needed him to announce it. Scalding fluid gushed into her mouth, way hotter and more suddenly than she expected. Bubbles had to release him immediately and turn to cough, although she was pretty sure she swallowed most of it on reflex. But, gods, her throat burned! And her nose was filled with the musk of his seed. She needed water.
Boomer lay there with his mind in the clouds, enjoying the euphoria of his orgasm. Getting head while on lamina was awesome. He felt light, weightless, and blissful. But when Bubbles returned, eyeing him with a self-satisfied little smirk, that floaty out-of-body sensation turned corporeal and he grew harder than he could ever recall being, even as a teenager, aching so badly he whimpered. Bubbles glanced up from her journal. "What's wrong?"
"It hurts," he whined, giving her puppy eyes. "I need you again."
"Just a moment…" She resumed scribbling.
The longer Boomer stared at her, mentally undressing her and imagining which position would feel the best while high as a kite, the stronger his ache grew. His whole body burned and his skin shimmered with sweat. His pulse raced and his breathing was ragged. Bubbles studied him again, frowning. His cock was visibly more rigid and a deeper shade of blue than usual, indicative of increased blood flow. "Do you actually hurt, or are you being dramatic?" she asked.
His voice came out strained. "I've never needed to cum so badly in my life. I need you, Sweetness. Please."
Bubbles closed the leatherbound journal and stood at the bedside, still smirking. "There's nothing stopping you from taking care of yourself."
Boomer groaned and peeled his eyes open. "But I wanna feel you." He reached for her as he said this, missed, then lurched upright, his head spinning with vertigo. He patted the comforter. "Just get in bed already." His hands were on her as soon as she set one knee on the mattress, diving beneath her skirt to caress her unbelievably silky thighs. Boomer pulled her atop him, earning a giggle, the mellifluous sound making him smile like a lovestruck fool.
Which was how he looked at his wife regardless of being on drugs.
