Natvoshka notices my change of focus, going upstairs for a minute, returning with a small barrel and wooden jars.
{I can see sound waves too}.
The Professor's heartbeats are visible to my naked eye, along the blood flowing through her veins, and the friction between the ligaments of the bones. All kinds of motions are evident, and overwhelming, saturating my vision with an incessant spectrum of waves, varying their density, tonality and intensity.
"You seem pale, Little Volttair". Natvoshka comments, offering a jar full of mead. "Enjoy the drink, it will help you to regain some colour".
I grab the container, watching and listening to the squeaks, and imperceptible cracks of the pressure i exert on the wooden jar. However, before drinking, i pour a small drop of my lube, making sure there is no poison, venom, or some other type of ill toxin.
"What was that for?". Question the Professor, i just give her a smirk. "It's a precaution. Although i'm not sure the effectiveness in this place. The «Ink Like Tar» can resist, and repel «This»".
I show a lingering drop of lube between the tips of my fingers, and without further questioning, Natvoshka brings her jar closer, accepting the viscous fluid to neutralize any possible adulterants in her drink.
"It's a type of drug?". Asks Ines, struggling to stand up, resting against the wall to support herself.
"Not entirely. It can relieve pain and accelerate natural healing. So in a sense is a drug with analgesic, antibiotic, antiviral, antidote, and detoxifying properties".
"Sounds too good to be true". Replies the Barking Bitch, immediately silenced by my remark.
"Yesterday, you saw it's effectiveness".
Ines does a displeased grimace, obviously recalling how Seinnissia lose her petrified state thanks to our kiss. "Is for safety purposes". She murmurs to herself, bringing her jar to be checked, so i comply, because she looks like a whining dog asking a favor from it's Owner.
"Me too, Vurck". Bridgette comments, trying to get up, but sitting only.
"Don't act all important!". Esdrana exclaims annoyed, still laying limp on the floor. "We're a Team, Coprophage!. Check everyone's drinks!".
Bridgette's and Ines's growling stomachs do a loud reverberation across the chamber, both rippling waves resonating redundantly in my sight and mind, making me dizzy.
"Haha. You two need nutrients, let's go to the banquet, we are the guests of honour!". Natvoshka climbs the stairs, trailed by Ines.
"Are you feeling sick, Vurck?".
"No Cutie. I'm coming up in a jiffy, don't eat anything until i arrive".
Bridgette nods with a dreamy smile, going out of the cellar, leaving me alone with Esdrana.
"You look quite appetizing, Cocksucker". I say mockingly, standing above Esdrana, having her between my legs, sitting on her belly.
"Shut up, Coprophage!. And stand up!. You are heavy!". She complains scornfully, but i ignore her, undoing the gambeson's fastenings, freeing her large milky breasts.
"Stop this at once, Coprophage!".
I shake my head disapprovingly. "You are so dumb and ungrateful. I am assisting my Teammate as you suggested. Or you prefer to lie down here while we eat a feast?".
"Yes. I don't want your help, Coprophage".
"That is your right. In any case. I need your participation, Cocksucker". My dick sprungs free from the bodysuit's groin, landing completely engorged between Esdrana's soft breasts.
Her eyes widen in terror, but her tongue licks her plump lips, already savoring my flavor.
"No. No". She repeats meekly, trying to tilt her head away, only deviating her sight, a weak attempt, evident in her struggle, wanting another dose of the medicine that can turn her back into normalcy.
Seizing the chance, my hands rest against the floor at each side of Esdrana's head, positioning me better, straddling her alluring chest by placing my knees right next to her arms, constrained against her ribs, limiting the amount of space available, just in case she regains her movement.
"What are you doing?!". She asks in panic, my hands darting to the nice globes of flesh she carries around.
"I'm measuring the goods". I comment lightly, fondling the respectable Double D's she is packing in her rack.
{This puppies had grown again}.
"Stop, Coprophage!".
"No. You know the drill already. Help me to end this quickly". I advice her, pushing my hips forward, sliding my dick through the valley of her breasts.
"No, don't bring it near me, I don't want to do it right now".
{So she is down for the task later}.
"If you're not going to use your mouth for sucking, use it for something else".
"No, Coprophage!. I don't want to kiss Obelisk!. I won't do it!".
"How close minded and stupid you can be, Cocksucker?. «Speak»".
"I'm already doing that!".
"Not to entice my excitement, «Stupid trollop»".
"How am i supposed to do that, Coprophage?!".
{Haha. She is so easy to lead, though «That» word is so fucking exasperating}.
"Be imaginative. If i must tell you everything you need to do, it won't be as impactful as whatever you can dish on your own".
"What?!. I am a Pure Scion of the Ethmeron House!. Why would i know how to cook?!".
{Right. He/She is a Noble. And from now on, i should use less colloquial slang of my world, or misunderstandings will occur}.
"My bad on this one". I admit. "Just try to look pretty, and encourage me to finish faster".
"But. What will i do with your… seed?".
"Isn't obvious?. You'll have it on your face, Cocksucker. But rest assured, is good for you, or that is what many of my paramours mentioned about semen masks, removing imperfections, and softening the skin".
Esdrana is speechless, sealing her mouth to prevent a moan to be heard, as i conveniently squeeze her breasts together, her warm pillowy flesh around my virility, preparing them to be thoughtfully tit-fucked.
Natural lube coats my rigid shaft, the bulbous tip of my dick oozing precum in anticipation.
The shame in Esdrana's flushed face is an exquisite view, igniting a primordial need to mess with her.
Boldly changing my grasp over her sizable udders, my thumbs are positioned against her stiff rosaceous nipples, maneuvering around the areola's rim, teasing her softly, seeing the shiver of her struggle, tightly tensing her puffy lips, closing her eyelids, losing herself with the dim pleasure of having her nipples played.
"Do you like how it feels?".
Esdrana negates fastly, shaking her head slightly, evidencing her movement is starting to come back.
"Are you sure?". My thumbs make a vertical movement, feather-lightly brushing both of her hardened nipples, the simultaneous sensation sends a jolt through Esdrana's body, trembling with an uncontrollable spasm.
{She had an orgasm with that?!. Haha. She was born to be a slut… , «My Slut»…}.