Extracting Special Ingredients (Overwatch)
Commission
Thes: Futa Sex, Monster Sex, Oral Sex
Summary: In which Witch!rcy finds herself out of a special ingredient while in the midst of brewing a potion. Fortunately she knows soone who can help her out. Dragon!Symtra and her big fat futa cock.
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rcy was a witch. And witches brewed. This was an inescapable fact of life. If she wasn’t brewing, what was she doing with herself? Sure, she could go and cast spells instead, but that was more of a sorceress thing. There was just one minor issue… when you brewed, you needed ingredients. And ingredients were always so damn expensive!
Huffing, rcy looks between her cookboo- err, her ALCHEMY TO and her cauldron again. She knows she probably should have checked the ingredients list against her current stock before she started. Obviously, that was basically Witch 101. But she wasn’t so novice who needed to do that sort of thing! She had plenty of experience under her belt, even if she didn’t look the part of an old hag like many of her contemporaries.
The more experienced you got, the less you were supposed to have to worry about things like this, but here rcy was, having made one teensy, tiny mistake. And unfortunately she was already mid-brew, so it wasn’t like she could pop over to the Witches R’ Us in the next dinsion over to pick up her missing ingredient. Plus, they would charge her out the ass for it because it was classified as a ‘Special Ingredient’.
Groaning, rcy rubs her face with her hands for a mont, trying to co up with a solution that won’t result in her wasting all the ingredients she’d already invested, and also won’t result in her paying an arm and a leg. Finally… it hits her.
Perking up, rcy spins away from her bubbling cauldron and pulls out her wand. Flicking it through the air, the blonde witch quickly places a ‘call’ to one of her neighbors. Fortunately, the dear isn’t sleeping for a hundred years this ti around, so the call goes through rather quickly.
“Yes? What is it, rcy?”
“Symtra! Wanna co over to my place?”
“… Why?”
“I was hoping we could brew and chill for a little bit!”
“… I’ll be right there.”
The ‘call’ ends and rcy barely has ti to grin in satisfaction before dragonfire flares up over on her teleportation pad and Symtra appears in all of her draconic glory. The dark-skinned dragon, with her horns curved along the top of her head and her wings hooked like a skirt around her waist, steps down off of the teleportation pad with a notable sway to her hips as she narrows her glowing orange eyes in rcy’s direction.
“You better not be fucking with , rcy.”
Giggling, rcy clasps her hands behind her back and shimmies back and forth.
“Well now, coming the fast way Symtra? Soone must be a little… pent-up.”
With a growl, Symtra flares her wings open and lets her massive futanari draconic cock flop out from behind the insubstantial cover, her huge ridged, dark dick twitching and already leaking a bit of precum as she stands there with her hands on her hips and huffs.
“Get over here already you teasing bitch.”
But rcy shakes her head.
“No, no! You get over here! I need dragon cum for my latest potion, so the next two loads at least need to be deposited in the cauldron! And don’t start with your pouting or all that ‘I’m just using you for ingredients again’ bullshit! We both benefit from this and you know it!”
There’s a pause as the futanari dragon woman looks like she dearly wants to say exactly that. But in the end, rcy has her by the balls and they both know it. Huffing out a puff of smoke, Symtra stomps over to stand beside rcy’s bubbling cauldron, while rcy drops down to her knees and takes off her wide-brimd witch’s hat, setting it aside while grinning up at Symtra.
“See? I rember the hat getting in the way last ti! I CAN learn!”
Growling lustfully, Symtra places her clawed hand down atop rcy’s blonde hair, sliding her fingers along the witch’s scalp.
“Shut up and suck it, witch bitch. Don’t even know why I’m friends with you honestly.”
Rather than respond with words, rcy responds with actions. Opening her mouth to the point that it looks like she’s unhinged her jaw, the witch wraps her arms around Symtra’s waist and dives forward, taking that hulking, massive, throbbing dragon cock right past her lips and down the back of her throat without hesitation. There’s no gagging or choking either as rcy continuously swallows, massaging Symtra’s futa shaft with her throat and tongue.
“… Oh yeah, that’s why.”
Groaning, Symtra throws her head back, her entire body shuddering at rcy’s enthusiastic technique. Of course, the dragon woman can’t control herself for long, especially where her witch best friend is concerned. It’s only a little while more before Symtra growls and begins to hump her hips into rcy’s face, turning the deep throating into a face fucking in short asure. As rcy stops being in control of the movent, she also loses control over suppressing her gag reflex, causing her gagging and gurgling noises to fill the air.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Not that she seems to mind all that much. If anything, the witch clings onto her draconic best friend all the more, her gurgling having a happy tone to it as she throats Symtra’s futa cock and her eyes roll half up in her head. However, even as Symtra is face fucking her into oblivion and rcy is losing oxygen, the witch never once takes her eye off the prize… naly, the bubbling cauldron next to them.
Panting heavily, bouncing her ball sack off of rcy’s chin again and again, Symtra finds herself getting closer and closer by the second. It was just like rcy had said… the futanari dragon was pent up. More than pent up, she was backed up.
“Getting… close!”
Hearing this, rcy doesn’t hesitate to pull back. For a mont Symtra’s claws scrape against rcy’s scalp and tighten their hold on her hair, as though the dragon intends to force rcy to swallow. But she rembers herself at the last second and regains her self-control, allowing rcy to pull off of her cock completely.
Eagerly, rcy climbs to her feet, turns them both to face the cauldron, and grabs hold of Symtra’s massive cock, stroking it with both hands right over the cauldron’s lip. Groaning in response, Symtra doesn’t last much longer before she begins to cum… and cum… and cum.
Okay, so maybe she was REALLY backed up. Either way, she positively FILLS the cauldron with dragon cum, the special ingredient that rcy needed for the potion she’s brewing. By the ti it’s done, the contents of the cauldron are whiter than anything else, with the dragon cum having just kept coming for ages.
“Huh.”
Symtra’s lidded orange eyes, filled with montary satisfaction and satiation, glance over at rcy as she considers the cauldron for a mont. Then, the witch turns to Symtra with a sheepish laugh as she rubs the back of her head.
“You know… I think that was all I needed, Symmy! Thanks for your help, but I won’t need another load after all!”
The futanari dragon woman might have accepted that and gone away if it wasn’t for two things. One, she could see the sly look in her witch friend’s eyes and knew rcy was being honest but ALSO fucking with her. Two, she was really, REALLY backed up.
“No. I was promised at least two goes.”
“That’s not what I said at all Sym-eeeee!”
Without hesitation, Symtra grabs rcy and yanks her up into the air. Knowing that the other woman has repair magic that can nd her clothes right up, she doesn’t hesitate to tear the crotch out of the leotard that the witch is wearing. Then, turning rcy around so her back is to Symtra’s chest, the dragon proceeds to do what she wants… and that’s impaling rcy’s sopping wet cunt upon her cock, right there over the witch’s bubbling cauldron.
“Oh FUCK!”
rcy imdiately squeals and squirts into the cauldron, her eyes crossing as she takes that humungous futa dragon dick up inside of her. Her walls stretched wide, her belly bulging with Symtra’s length, and her womb taking the pounding of a lifeti in the process, rcy gurgles and shudders.
Symtra just chuckles… and then she starts to move. Bouncing rcy up and down on her cock, fucking her right there in a standing position as rcy moans wantonly and squeals so more.
“Y-You’re such a big anie, Symmy! A-Always… taking more than your share!”
Huffing, Symtra shakes her head.
“I know what I was promised, witch bitch. Besides… I’m a dragon. Everything belongs to . You should be lucky you get a share at all.”
Not that Symtra minded giving rcy her cum. Sure, dragon cum was a very expensive special ingredient that the futa dragon woman could technically have charged through the nose for. Not just to solitary hedge witches living out in the middle of nowhere like rcy was either. If she wanted to, she could have sold her seed to Witches R’ Us for a ton of gold and made a killing doing it.
Or rather, she could have if Witches R’ Us wasn’t run by corporate fucks who made even Symtra’s hoarding problem look like no big deal. That was part of why she was so backed up in the first place, because the tentative deal that she’d had with the organization had fallen through after they decided to cut costs and stopped sending her virgin sacrifices to collect the cum every month.
Instead, they’d wanted Symtra to co in to one of their facilities, where the seed would be extracted by a machine. Fuck that. Fuck them. Symtra didn’t care if it was ‘the future’ or so bullshit like that. She didn’t care if she was ‘stuck in the past’ or a traditionalist standing in the way of progressive corporate policies!
She didn’t even need the fuck toys to be virginal! She’d offered that as a potential compromise. Just send so intern or secretary over to her lair and she’d fuck them too, no matter how slutty they were. But no, the corpo big heads at Witches R’ Us had flat out refused to deal! They were trying to wait her out!
All of this was to say… yes, Symtra could have charged rcy for this ‘service’. But they both knew that they were both getting a whole lot out of this deal. Pounding rcy’s gushing, squirting pussy down upon her draconic mber, Symtra felt like she was probably getting the most out of the deal, in fact. After all… the potion rcy was brewing, and that Witches R’ Us wanted so much dragon cum to mass manufacture themselves… was literally just an energy drink.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sounds of Symtra’s cock squelching its way in and out of rcy’s pussy as Symtra’s massive ball sack swings up high enough to slap the moaning, groaning witch bitch on the clit are like music to the futa dragon’s ears.
rcy, anwhile, is cumming her brains out and squealing like nothing else, shuddering her way through orgasm after orgasm as Symtra has her way with her. She was technically telling the truth about not needing any more of Symtra’s cum for her potion. However, she liked to make her own special variety of the Witch’s Energy Drink that was five tis as effective and twice as tasty!
That was why she didn’t mind Symtra holding her over her own cauldron and fucking her senseless. All of their combined fluids squirting down into the cauldron itself are only adding zest to the eventual finished product!
Eyes rolling back in her head, rcy loses complete track of ti… until finally, Symtra pulls out of her at the last possible second, signaling the end has cum. As she continues to hold rcy aloft with the witch’s back against her breasts, Symtra’s cock winds up pointing down into the cauldron, where it shoots another truly massive load. Legs spread apart in either direction, chest panting for breath, rcy looks down to watch as Symtra’s seed fills the cauldron all the way to the brim.
It stops just short of bubbling over though, causing rcy to let out a small sigh of relief. Finally putting her down, Symtra snorts as she steps away.
“Get what you wanted, witch bitch?”
Grinning wickedly at her friend, rcy grabs up her stirrer and begins mixing the contents of the cauldron. This does cause a little bit to spill out, but that’s alright… every good brew has a LITTLE spillage. At the sa ti, rcy thrusts out her now bared ass and wiggles it back and forth.
“Well~ I got what I wanted, draco-mommy. But have you gotten everything YOU wanted?”
“… I told you not to call that.”
Pouting as she looks back over her shoulder at Symtra, rcy keeps stirring.
“I’ve gotta tend to the cauldron for the next hour but nothing says I can’t… multitask~ Keep company?”
“Tch… fine.”
Needless to say, they fuck several tis more before the cauldron full of Super-Charged Witch’s Energy Drink is finished.
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