Enchanted Fluids ch.5

Of course, as usual, even when she was as obvious as she could be, he was clueless.

"Oh, did the new shipment arrive?" Harry glanced down at the calendar. "I didn't think it was supposed to come until next Tuesday."

"Yeah, something like that." Her hand tightened around his. "Padma, could you take over the cash for like ten minutes?"

Padma nodded to her booth, smiling mischievously at Tracey. "Sure."

He hesitated still. "But what's back there? Is there a customer? Because if it's a customer..."

"Oh my God, you're so dense," Padma said, laughing. "Look at how she's looking at you. What do you think she wants?" He looked at Tracey again. She tugged at the thin strap of her bra under her shirt, giving him an unrestricted view of the snug bra underneath and the glistening, perky orbs that waited just beneath. Her dark eyes burned with desire, and one lip was caught under perfectly white teeth. Her hips swayed slowly in the tight, sculpted skirt, and her thighs extended down to her knees.

"Oh," he said, feeling Tracey pulling him along. Soon enough, just as she desired, they found themselves in the back. It was essentially a storage area. Shelves surrounded them, some of the few in the entire store not weighed down by the burden of books. Instead, there were office supplies and advertising racks, that kind of thing.

"I don't know what got into me," she said, looking slightly disoriented. "I just... find you incredibly attractive."

"Oh."

She pushed him against the wall, sliding one leg between his. Her lips reached his neck and then his chin, kissing him gently. "I know we said we'd see each other tonight, but I couldn't wait. I think you're very attractive," she repeated.

He noticed the slightest monotone in her voice. He kissed her deeply, relishing the feel of her lips against his. Her tongue pressed into his mouth, and he gripped her body firmly. Her spine pulsated with need, and his cock quickly grew hard.

"I think you're absolutely beautiful, Tracey." She smiled, rolling her eyes. "Doesn't matter. You're just lucky I'm absolutely desperate to suck your cock."

Okay. Here we go again. The same slight monotone. And the same words he had spoken to her the previous night. Was this really happening? Was he truly capable of having such power over her?

There was only one way to find out... and he wanted to know for sure.

"Yes, do it," Harry said, urging her on. "Give me a blowjob." She didn't need to be told twice. Soon enough, she was on her knees and his pants were around his ankles. She took the head of his swollen cock into her mouth and moaned with excitement.

Her mouth was just as perfect as it was the previous night, if not better. Last night, the experience was tinged with a sense of wild, drunken exploration and fun. But tonight, she behaved like a lover, taking her time with her tongue running up and down his length and moaning with genuine, aroused desire as his cock hardened even more in her mouth. "Oh God, you're so good," he moaned. "You're an incredible cocksucker."

"Mmmhmm," she moaned in response.

Precum surged into her throat. Her moans only intensified, and once again, her fingers slid up her skirt as she played with her clit, sliding her beautiful lips back and forth along his shaft. His hands tangled in her hair, and he was in heaven. Nothing felt as good as this. He went from zero attention from women, ever, to receiving two blowjobs in less than twelve hours from one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He felt blessed. Or maybe he was.

"Oh, baby." His orgasm approached quickly and suddenly. He had so little control and so little desire to stop it. He had to see what would happen when his cum touched her lips again. "You have to... I'm going to come. Swallow it. You have to swallow it. It's going to be amazing."

She moaned encouragingly, eagerly swallowing him with joy. Soon, his balls were completely emptied into her throat.

Immediately, he felt her body language shift from a busy lover to a trance-like beauty. Once again, as she knelt there with his cum adorning her lips and chin, her eyes turned white and vacant. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe it.

"Tracey, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you."

He cleared his throat. Her voice was filled with warmth, calmness, and energy. She seemed completely at ease, completely peaceful.

All day, he had fantasized about this moment. He had a script in his head, full of ideas he wanted to plant in her beautiful mind.

"You want to fuck me."

She bit her lip. "I want to fuck you."

"I turn you on."

"You drive me wild."

"You think I'm incredibly attractive."

"I think you're incredibly attractive."

"You want to go out with me."

"I want to go out with you."

"You want to be my girlfriend."

"I want..."

His cock throbbed with desire, blood rushing back to it. It quickly grew hard again. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to fill her fertile body with his cum. Feeling inspired, he took her hand, which had fallen to the floor, and guided her fingers back to her clit. Making a few gentle circles, she began to pleasure herself, completely captivated. His cum had hypnotized her to give herself orgasmic pleasure.

"You trust me completely."

She smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "I trust you completely."

"You know I want what's best for you."

"I know you want what's best for me."

"I want to be your boyfriend."

"You want to be my boyfriend." Her voice carried a heavy, heated excitement.

"You want to be my girlfriend."

"I want to be your girlfriend."

The suggestions seemed to work like a combination of a timer and some kind of volume, like a liquid volume that decreased with each given suggestion. Given enough time, he believed the trance would naturally subside. However, if the suggestions were in conflict with her moral compass, beliefs, or worldview, she put up more fierce resistance, resulting in a faster decrease in "volume." Easy suggestions didn't require much energy to reject. Difficult suggestions, such as falling in love with him, required a lot of energy. But over time, he speculated that such suggestions would become easier. If she trusted him completely and found him incredibly attractive, how big of a leap would love be?

Something to explore another time. Harry stuck to repeating the main suggestions—she found him attractive, she wanted to fuck him, she wanted to suck him off anytime, she trusted him. In total, he repeated the cycle four more times, totaling about five minutes, before it seemed she snapped out of the trance. When she repeated his words, she clearly climaxed, experiencing an image she would never forget. With her mind in a state of emptiness, any mental or emotional barriers to orgasm disappeared, leaving only pure pleasure flowing through her brain.

"I trust you. I find you so attractive. I want to fuck you..." and then half a minute of orgasmic tremors.

Eventually, Harry was hard again and incredibly aroused. However, they had to get back to work. In a small box nearby were vials that had been mistakenly delivered to the potion ingredient store across the side alley. They had never managed to deliver them, just like many other tasks that had been neglected.

Stroking his cock, Harry gazed at Tracey's beautiful, vacant face. She continued to touch herself even after experiencing a powerful orgasm. It took little effort for him to stroke his cock and reach the point of climax, filling the four vials he held in his hand.

With four full vials in his hand, he approached Tracey. Slowly, she turned around, raising an eyebrow. He quickly closed  the vials with their lids and put them in his pocket.

"What was that?" Tracey asked.

Harry pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, okay?"

She shrugged, still feeling somewhat dazed. "Sure, okay."

Her kiss in return was long and pleasurable. He could feel her heart pounding with excitement in her chest. Delicate hands roamed his face and chest, accompanied by hot moans. "Fuck, I loved that. It was amazing. You're incredible. Can we meet again today? Please?"

She pleaded, begged for a date. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want."

In the late afternoon, Daphne was still out of the store, likely meeting with potential donors or trying to retain existing ones. Harry wasn't sure how many benefactors they had or how much they had donated, but judging by the money flowing into the cash register, it was evident that they either had generous supporters or Daphne was secretly running a highly lucrative operation.

Of course not. Engaging in the trade of banned elixirs would somehow demean women.

Harry sat at a table near Padma's booth with his coffee. Customers often called it the "secret table" when they discovered it because it was hidden behind historical and religious books. Most of the tables were located in the front, well visible from the cash register and Padma's booth. However, this secluded table provided a pleasant place for relaxation and contemplation of the day's events.

Harry Potter certainly needed it. His cum had some effect. He didn't know where it came from. He had no idea if he would continue doing what he was doing. He certainly had no idea if he considered it right or not. He only knew that it was incredibly arousing. As soon as his hot seed splashed on Tracey's throat, she fell into a deep, blissful state of hypnosis. Nothing could tear her away from it. Nothing could worry her when she was in that state. She remembered the things Harry had told her. She embraced his words as her own thoughts.

How the fuck was he supposed to get any work done when he knew he could make an absolutely wonderful woman do it for him at any moment?

And Harry realized, leaning back, that it was truly any moment. He made her believe she wanted to suck him off all the time. That she would do it whenever he wanted. And he had a sense that even if those two things weren't completely true for her yet, she would trust him enough to suck him off just because he told her to.

"Time for coffee!" Padma placed a cup in front of Harry without warning. Her own cup was slightly larger - she always needed a lot of caffeine to combat the fog of her days.

She sat across from him, jingling her bracelets and smirking playfully. "You really got her hooked, huh?"

"What?" Harry shook his head, trying to shake off the haze of fantasies. "Yeah, I guess so." As he reached over to grab the coffee, he slipped his hand into his pocket. His fingers brushed against the vials inside. Padma's coffee was right in front of him. Waiting. "So... Padma leaned in, smiling. Damn, she was cute. "How did it go?"

"It went... you know. Fine. I helped her. Just like I said."

"Come on!" She leaned back and playfully punched him. "Tell me. I had no idea she was into you. You must feel lucky as hell, huh?"

"Are you jealous?"

She snorted. "As if. You're too clean-cut to be my type, Harry."

The vials jingled in his pocket, and his fingers began to fidget. His mind was racing with possibilities. Padma liked her coffee with sugar and cream. Lots of cream. A little extra wouldn't be noticeable, or so he thought.