Eat Me: The Aging Potion Incident

After a long-drawn-out sip of an aging potion, I was ready. My body aged 8 years in a few minutes, stopping at 18. My hair lengthened down to my shoulders, and soon, I stood just over 6ft tall. The softness of youth vanished, giving way to lean muscle and a strong jaw. Even my eyes seemed to glow a little greener.

Great wings flapped, and powerful talons rested on either shoulder while Cinder’s soft down pressed against my face. Something soft and tight pressed against my lips. An urge I hadn’t felt before swept through me like a raging storm grinding all my other thoughts down to a smooth desire.

“Yes,” Cinder trilled as I moved my lips to kiss her tugging cloaca. The smooth, clean scent was so Cinder spicy like cinnamon and smooth on my tongue. I hesitated for only a moment before slipping my tongue inside.

Her talons squeezed with crushing force as her powerful muscles squeezed my tongue as if guiding it into her sex. She had grown since I met her, and my tongue slipped in deep as a result. Cinder continued to trill as I explored her passage, even as my own member started to rise.

Before we began, I had been afraid that I couldn’t get it up for her. Cinder was my closest friend in this world, and I didn’t want to hurt her. So I pulled my tongue out of her spit-filled pulsing cloaca and spat on it again for good measure.

I pulled down my pants, and Cinder dove. “The early bird gets the worm.” The massive phoenix said as she practically inhaled my dick. Then, without hesitation, she took me into her crop, where her powerful muscles gently squeezed and brushed my foreskin back. After a few bobs, she pulled back and flapped her wings.

“When will I get another chance to take this?” Cinder asked.

“When I’m not training in wizardry under Snape,” I said.

I slid inside and felt her muscles grind and pulse. Cinder’s slippery grasp on my cock practically egged me on to go deep. She could take it, and with each pulse, I slid another inch inside until I bottomed out inside of her. Then I stopped moving and enjoyed her warm phoenix cunny. Being deep inside her was like standing next to a warm fire after working in the cold. It made me close almost instantly, so I picked up the pace. I was going to fill her up with my qi-filled seed. If there was a way to cross the species gap, I would find it.

Cinder trilled as I pulled out and plunged back down to my base and stopped to let her trembling muscles squeeze and tug. Cinder’s inside knew what she wanted. So, I pulled out, and she screamed in protest. I lined myself up to her one opening and pressed in just enough to part her before pulling back out.

“Stop, I can’t take much more of that. Stuff me full and fill me already.” Cinder said.

I smirked and pushed forward until her hungry cloaca had swallowed my member entirely. “I’m glad I practiced.” Cinder said as I came.

Cinder trilled in triumph as I pumped into her as deep as I could. “I can feel it already; you’re fertilizing my eggs so good.” Cinder said.

I finished and collapsed on the bed. The sex by itself hadn’t worn me out, but the potion had exhausted me. Magically aging myself to 18 had felt weird at first, but it would make other things more accessible. It was a shame the potion was only temporary.