"H-Hey! What are you—"

"Shh." She pressed a finger to his lips, her smirk widening into something far more mischievous. "I'm going to make this little thing"—her eyes flicked down meaningfully—"work the entire night until I'm satisfied."

Oliver's face turned pale. "N-No… please, I'm out of energy! I'm serious! If I go again, I'll die of exhaustion!"

"Ha~ don't worry about that," Isolde said with a devilish grin. She reached into her pouch and pulled out several small glass vials filled with a glowing pink liquid. The faint shimmer of the potion made Oliver's stomach twist.

"What… what are those?" he asked, already dreading the answer.

"Supplements," she said sweetly, shaking one vial so that the liquid sparkled in the candlelight. "These will make your little friend rise like a soaring dragon again. I can'" Her grin widened. "And lucky for me—" she gestured to the pile of vials "—I bought enough for the entire night."

Oliver's face drained of all color. "You didn't…"

"Oh, I did."

"Those are aphrodisiacs!" he blurted out, horror dawning in his eyes. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, I'm very serious," she purred, leaning closer. "You see, I intended to use these over a month, but you couldn't hold your dick in your pants for a single day. So now, I intend to get my money's worth."

"B-But—Isolde—those things— they'll drain me dry! I'll be like a wilted leaf by morning when its effect wears off!"

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Then I suppose you'd better make sure I'm satisfied before that happens, hmm?"

Serena, watching from the corner with wide eyes, covered her mouth to hide a laugh. "I-Isolde, maybe go easy on him? He looks like he's about to faint."

Isolde turned her head just enough to give Serena a playful glare. "Oh, don't worry, I won't break him… probably."

Oliver groaned, sinking deeper into the bed. "Why do I feel like I'm about to regret being alive…"

"Because you are," Isolde said cheerfully, clinking one of the vials against the others. The sound echoed ominously in the quiet room. "Now be a good boy, and brace yourself. The night's just getting started."

Oliver's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Gods help me…" he muttered under his breath.

Serena snorted, barely hiding her laughter. "You're on your own, hero."

She swung her legs off the bed, clearly intending to leave the battlefield before things escalated any further — but a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her.

Isolde's grin widened dangerously. "Oh, where do you think you're going?"

Serena froze. "Huh? Me?"

"You heard me," Isolde said, her tone almost sing-song. "You're not going anywhere, my dear. You're part of this little mess too."

"W–Wait, hold on a minute—!" Serena protested, but Isolde gave her no room to escape. With theatrical flair, she tossed her cloak aside, stretched her arms languidly before climbing onto the bed, settling beside Oliver in a confident, almost regal posture. Her legs folded comfortably beneath her, forming an inviting M-shape as she leaned back with deliberate ease.

Isolde continued, her fingers trailing over the wet fabric of her panties as she added in a sultry tone, "Look, it's already wet. You don't know how excited I am, this whole situation is turning me even more…"

Oliver sat up instantly. "Wait—can you stop—please"

"What's wrong, don't feel like doing it?" Isolde teased, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Don't worry — you'll be crazy to fuck like a beast in no time." She said it as she uncorked the vial and tipped the potion straight down Oliver's throat.

He coughed in shock, eyes widening. "Mmph— Isolde! What the hell—!"

Completely unfazed, she turned toward Serena, who was now lying beside Oliver, still too stunned to move. "You want some too?" she asked sweetly, holding up another vial between two fingers.

"N-No, I'm fine!" Serena replied quickly, waving her hands defensively. Her cheeks, however, betrayed a faint blush — the kind that comes from curiosity she didn't want to admit.

Isolde smirked knowingly but said nothing.

Before things could escalate further, Serena cleared her throat, forcing her tone back to something approaching normal. "W-Wait, before we start whatever this is… where's Nyra?"

"Oh, relax," Isolde said with a flick of her wrist, tossing the empty vial aside. "She wore herself out running around earlier. I tucked her into bed in your room. She'll be out until morning."

Serena exhaled in relief. "Oh… good."

"See?" Isolde said with a sly grin, settling comfortably beside Oliver. "No interruptions. Just us."

Oliver groaned softly. "Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any safer."

But his body told a different story. The potion's effects were already kicking in — adrenaline flooding his veins, heat surging through him.

His once-weary body stirred back to life, his limp dragon turned into soaring dragon and the flush on his face deepened as his breathing grew heavier, rough and uneven, like a bull roused and ready to mate.

Seeing the sudden change, Isolde clasped her hands together, her face lighting up with delight.

"See?" she said with a satisfied smile. "What did I tell you? You'll be more energetic than even me in no time."

Before Oliver could react, she crawled over to him, reached out, and wrapped her hand around his cock.

"Oh!" he gasped, as the warmth of her touch sent a shiver through his body. When Isolde's experienced tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head, his entire body trembled.

Isolde looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Mmm, it's my turn to milk you, young Ollie," she whispered, smirking before taking him into her mouth once more.

Beside them, Isolde noticed the burning, swollen sensation between her legs had subsided, the ointment working as promised. Her body felt relieved, but she still needed a moment to recover. Smiling, she settled back, deciding to simply enjoy the show as a good audience.

Isolde kept sucking him, her tongue swirling along his length with wet, slurping sounds as Oliver worked on her dress, slowly undressing her leaving only her panty.

"Yes, Isolde, yes! Oh—just a little more. I'm… so close. So perfect, so good," Isolde gasped between breaths. "What a tight throat… Fuck!"

Oliver gripped her head firmly, thrusting deeper as he reached his peak, releasing in her throat.

"Slurp… slurp… glug…"

"Ah... ah... ah..." Isolde choked, her throat tightening around him as she swallowed, coughing softly as she managed to take it all in.

After letting out every last bit, Oliver leaned back into her arms, his hand moving to cup her soft breasts, fingers kneading her skin. His other hand slipped down between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy over the damp fabric of her panties, each touch creating a soft, wet squelch… squelch as he rubbed, feeling her heat and slickness through the soaked material.

"You are already being so active." Isolde said gasping as his touch sent shivers through her.

"Well, If I have to do it no matter what, better do it right way" Oliver said as rubbed her pussy more vigorously.

"So, how did you like my milk?" Olliver teased, his voice low and playful.

"Tasty," Isolde replied, catching a drip that trailed down her chin. She gathered it with her finger, licking it off with a seductive smile.

"Oh? Then why don't we let your other lips have a taste, too?" Olliver said, pulling her damp panties down slowly.

Isolde let out a soft, sultry laugh. "I'm sure they'll love it," she murmured, turning onto her stomach. She raised her ass back, spreading her thighs as her fingers parted her glistening labia. "Ollie, please… give me your big cock," she begged, her voice soft but filled with need.

Olliver's hands roamed over her smooth skin, squeezing the soft curve of her buttocks. He positioned himself, pressing his thick, saliva-slicked length against her entrance, watching as her body trembled in anticipation. Without further warning, he thrust deep inside, filling her completely in a single, powerful motion.

The thick glans pushed directly into Isolde's red, swollen, and tender pussy, pressing firmly against the soft, sensitive flesh of her womb. Oliver's super-long cock still had a part extending outside her labia.

"Ahh... Ollie, you're incredible," Isolde moaned, her voice quivering with need. "Your big cock... I feel it so deep... Yes, Ollie, harder! Don't hold back!"

With a wicked smile at her words, Oliver's hand came down in a playful slap on Isolde's delicate, bouncing cheeks, his thrusts gaining speed and intensity, each stroke hitting her with a deep, shuddering impact.

"Ah! Yes... just like that!" she gasped, her voice growing breathless.

"Squish, squish, squish!"

Their rhythm filled the air, and each time he withdrew, Isolde's arousal would spill over, droplets splashing onto Isolde's eager mouth and the soft curves of her chest, adding to the feverish passion driving them all forward.

"Mm! Ollie... Ollie hit me harder; ! Mmm! Slurp... Mmm!"

"You are leaking so much water!"

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