The synthesizing process was complex and strenuous, yet Nyxara moved with practiced ease. She mixed the reagents one by one, heated the flask, and stirred according to the steps in the ancient book, calling on Xavier whenever pure mana needed to be imbued.
"The sun is about to rise," she said. She quickly assembled the latest extraction near the east-side window, opened it, and waited.
"Be ready. The moment the first rays hit the extraction, imbue your mana for exactly five seconds, then stop and back off," Nyxara instructed.
Xavier followed her directions precisely. As soon as the first light touched the potion, he poured his mana into it for five seconds and withdrew. Nyxara immediately seized the flask, stirred it exactly three times, and let it rest for fifteen seconds. The liquid deepened into a rich red—exactly as the ancient texts had described.
"It’s a success," Nyxara cheered, lifting the potion in both hands. "With this I can become a true Lamia."
"What do you mean, Professor?" Xavier asked.
"As you can see, even my lower half is human. This potion corrects morphological abnormalities. With this ancient recipe, lost for ages, I can finally fix my body and become perfect." She brought the vial closer to her face.
"Wait, Professor—are you sure you should use this on yourself? It’s a lost formula. What if it reacts badly?"
Nyxara had already decided. "If anything goes wrong, call for help." She tipped the bottle and drank it in one long swallow.
"It’s bitter," she muttered, setting the empty vial aside. She waited. Nothing happened. "Why isn’t anything happening?"
"The potion might have failed, or maybe your condition isn’t an abnormality," Xavier said quietly. "Maybe you were meant to be this way."
"No, no, no, no, no—" Tears welled in Nyxara’s eyes, unable to accept the results. She sank into a nearby chair for support. "This can’t be. It was my last resort. What am I supposed to do now?"
"What’s wrong, Professor? Why did you need this so desperately?" Xavier stepped closer.
"Because of this human lower half, I can’t find a mate among my own race. I’m already past the age when Lamias bear children. Even my parents are disappointed that I can’t give them grandchildren." Tears slid down her cheeks. "What do I do now?"
Xavier rested a hand on her shoulder. "Why does the mate have to be of your race? Couldn’t you simply have children with a human?"
"And where would I find a human who’d get aroused by a Lamia?" she asked bitterly.
"You don’t need to look far," he answered.
Nyxara lifted her head and met his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Xavier unfastened his trousers and freed his cock. It was already hard—thick, veined, and longer than anything she had ever seen. Something stirred deep in her belly.
"Is that because of me?" she whispered.
He placed both hands on her shoulders and leaned in. "Yes. Of course it is. Don’t you know how irresistible you are? How hard it’s been to keep control every time you were near me—watching those huge tits and that round ass jiggle while you focused on your extractions?"
Nyxara could scarcely believe the words. Had she truly never needed the potion?
Xavier pulled her to her feet, sat in the chair, and spread his legs so his erection stood blatant between them. "Come on. Isn’t this what you wanted?" He nodded at his cock.
She sank to her knees between his thighs and brought her face close. "What should I do? I don’t know..."
"Just do what you want," he said. "Suck it. Lick it. Follow your instincts."
Nyxara extended her long, slithering tongue. It was longer than his cock; she coiled it around the entire shaft, wrapping head and length in wet, slick heat. Then she took the swollen crown into her mouth while her tongue continued to stroke and squeeze him.
Mmm... ahh...
The sensation was hot, slimy, and relentless. Xavier groaned in open enjoyment.
Unngh—
His fingers ran through her glossy green hair. He gripped her head and pushed forward, driving his cock deep until the head rubbed against the back of her throat. He began to fuck her mouth in steady, forceful strokes.
Mmmph—nnf—
Nyxara’s long nails dug into his thighs, leaving faint marks, but she did not pull away. She took every thrust, her throat working around him, breasts bouncing and already sheened with sweat. Juices leaking from her pussy soaked through her panties before she even realized it.
Ahhh... ohh...
Once the rhythm was set, he released her head and let her continue on her own. She kept the same relentless pace, long tongue still coiled from head to balls, sucking him deep on every downstroke.
Nnngh—mmph—
"I’m close," Xavier grunted.
Aaah—
Nyxara immediately pulled off. Her tongue uncoiled and slid back into her mouth. "No—not here. I want you to come inside me. I want babies."
"You’re such an obscene woman," Xavier said, "begging for a creampie."
Nyxara rose, hiked her tight skirt, and pushed her panties down to her heels. "So how do we do this?"
"Turn around and sit on my cock."
She hesitated, eyes drifting away. "There’s something I should tell you. I... might really be an obscene woman. I tore my hymen years ago playing with a toy."
Xavier had known that women of this world pleasured themselves in the absence of a partner, but he had never expected a woman as disciplined as Nyxara to be among them. He stood, caught her face, and kissed her deeply. Her long tongue tangled around his, curling and tasting every inch of his mouth.
Mmm... ohh...
He savored the soft plumpness of her lips and the wet, searching heat of her long, slithering tongue.
"Don’t worry about it," he murmured against her mouth. "It doesn’t matter." He sat again. "Now turn around and give me that ass."
Hymen or no, it made no difference to him in this world. He was confident that he could even steal another man’s wife if he wanted, but right now all he wanted was to bury himself in the heat of her plump ass.
Nyxara’s uncensored art is available on my discord: .gg/46RzQWVvsR