[Motohama's POV]
Never thought I'd be negotiating potions authenticity with my dick as collateral.
The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on me as Benemune's foot continued its exploration, her orange eyes locked on mine with an intensity that suggested she'd done this particular negotiation tactic more than once in her career so far.
I maintained my composure through sheer willpower, refusing to give her the satisfaction of watching me squirm, though my body was sending urgent signals about exactly how effective her methodology was proving to be. The wine glasses sat forgotten on the table between us, reminding me the conversation had taken a sharp turn from professional diplomacy into something that definitely was in her unusual business protocol.
The rational part of my brain reminded me that this was still technically a business transaction, albeit one conducted through unconventional means that would probably horrify any legitimate contract lawyer. Benemune clearly operated under different rules than normal businesspeople, and given her position as Chief Secretary of Grigori and her reputation for getting results regardless of methods, I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised of this outcome.
I reached for the Hell Claw Surge potion on the table, deliberately ignoring the continued pressure between my legs, and held it up so she could see it clearly in the lamplight.
"Benemune-san, are you certain this method is acceptable to you?" I asked, keeping my voice calm despite the circumstances "I can't promise you'll be able to handle the after-effects if I consume this particular variant. The enhancement results are quite...intense"
She retracted her foot with deliberate slowness, which was somehow more provocative than the initial contact, and rose from her chair.
She laughed in genuine amusement as she circled around the table, nightgown shifting with each step in ways that seemed designed to test my concentration. She leaned down beside my chair, close enough that I caught the scent of wine and something distinctly floral, and her breath tickled my ear as she whispered with playful authority that brooked no argument about her capabilities or intentions.
"I have never encountered a gentleman quite like yourself, Motohama-kun" she murmured "One who maintains such admirable composure even when presented with rather obvious temptations. It is a refreshing experience, I must confess"
Her fingers traced along the back of my chair as she straightened, moving to stand directly in front of me, and reached for the hem of her nightgown with the same confident grace she'd used to pour wine earlier.
"Do not disappoint me with your results, Motohama-kun" she purred, her orange eyes glinting behind her glasses.
SWISH.
The nightgown pooled at her feet in one go, revealing exactly why fallen angels probably had reputations for temptation that transcended every other mythology.
I uncapped the Hell Claw Surge potion and downed it in one smooth motion, feeling the familiar burn spread through my system as it's contents began its work. The enhancement rippled through every muscle, every nerve ending, amplifying everything by sixty percent just as I specified earlier, and I felt the surge extend to areas that were definitely going to make this verification process memorable for reasons that had nothing to do with professional alchemy demonstrations.
The physical evidence of the potion's effectiveness became immediately apparent, straining against my pants with enthusiasm that would've been embarrassing if I wasn't already committed to this absolutely ridiculous situation.
Benemune's gaze dropped, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the rather obvious transformation, and for the first time since I'd met her tonight, I saw genuine surprise flicker across her features before being replaced by something that looked distinctly playful.
She stood completely naked before me, lamplight's soft glow across her skin and I had the fleeting thought that this was definitely how she imagined it to be conducted, when she mentioned of my potions.
At least the potion was working as advertised.
Benemune sank gracefully to her knees, and reached for my pants with the same focused attention she'd probably applied to classified Grigori documents.
The pants gave way under her experienced fingers, and my enhanced manhood made a rather dramatic appearance, the physical contact with her face drawing a reaction I hadn't expected. Her orange eyes went wide behind those glasses, professional composure cracking just slightly as she processed exactly what the Hell Claw Surge's sixty percent enhancement meant in practical application.
"My goodness" she breathed, going momentarily into pure shock "It is considerably larger than I had anticipated it would be!"
She adjusted her position, one hand wrapping around me with careful exploration, and her expression transformed from surprise into something closer to academic fascination mixed with clear approval.
"No wonder Kalawarner struggled to maintain pace with this for hours on end" she continued, apparently talking to herself as much as to me "The surveillance hardly conveyed the full scope of the enhancement"
So my assumption was correct.
I'd thought the moment that was private between Kalawarner and myself, had apparently been used for Grigori intelligence purposes. The revelation should've bothered me more than it did, but the Hell Claw Surge was flooding my system with enhancements that made rational concern difficult to maintain, and Benemune was already adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear with the focused preparation of someone about to demonstrate considerable expertise.
She took it into her mouth with confidence that spoke of extensive experience, and whatever thoughts I'd had about maintaining my composure evaporated under the assault of sensations that followed.
SLURP.
Her technique was flawless in ways that made Kalawarner's enthusiasm and skills look amateur by comparison.
The wet heat combined with precise tongue movements that seemed designed through centuries of practice, each motion calculated to maximum effect, and I found myself gripping the chair arms to maintain some semblance of control. I couldn't help wondering if there existed anyone in any faction who could rival the level of expertise she was currently demonstrating.
Minutes blurred together as she continued her relentless demonstration, and I reached for another set of vials in my pocket, both the Hell Claw Surge and Gravebloom Restoration, because I'd need both to survive her onslaught without collapsing from overstimulation. The potions burned down my throat, reinforcing the enhancements already coursing through my system, and Benemune's eyes gleamed with approval at my preparedness even as she maintained her devastating rhythm.
"Benemune-san, I'm about to—" I managed, feeling the pressure building toward inevitable release.
She stopped abruptly, pulling back with deliberate control that left me gasping, and I watched through haze as she repositioned herself with clear intent written across her features.
"Not yet, Motohama-kun" she said playfully.
She guided me between her breasts, the soft sensation immediately intensifying everything the Hell Claw Surge had already amplified.
Her hands pressed inward, creating friction and heat that combined with the continued attention of her mouth as she serviced me simultaneously, and the dual sensation obliterated whatever remaining control I'd been maintaining.
She stroked with a gentleness that worked well with her tongue in ways that suggested she'd perfected this particular combination through extensive practice, and I felt myself racing toward climax with speed that would've been embarrassing if I wasn't already completely committed to this verification process.
"Benemune-san, I can't—" I gasped, hands moving to her head almost involuntarily.
The release hit like a tidal wave, fifteen to twenty seconds of continuous ejection that seemed to justify every drop of the Hell Claw Surge's enhancement formula, and I gripped her head perhaps harder than I should've as my body emptied itself with enthusiasm that bordered on excessive. When I finally released her, she pulled back gasping for breath, and I felt a spike of concern that I'd pushed too far despite her apparent experience.
Did I go overboard?
"That felt absolutely magnificent!" she exclaimed in a low voice and breathless but carrying clear satisfaction.
"..."
Benemune rose to her feet despite the recent exertion, moving to the couch with movements that conveyed clear invitation, and positioned herself leaning forward with hands braced against the cushions.
She extended her hips backward, welcoming me with the same confidence she'd displayed throughout the entire encounter, and glanced over her shoulder with orange eyes that gleamed with anticipation and challenge.
"Let us proceed to the final trial of your potion's authenticity, Motohama-kun" she said, making the invitation more enticing.
I stood, confidence surging through me courtesy of the alchemical enhancements still flooding my system, and approached with clear intent.
With one smooth motion, i thrusted my manhood inside her completely, the sensation drawing a loud moan that resonated through the room, and I paused despite the overwhelming urge to continue, some part of me still concerned about her comfort despite the circumstances.
"Benemune-san, are you alright?" I asked, hands steadying on her waist "Should I be gentle?"
She shook her head violently, desperation creeping into her formal tone.
"No, do not!" she commanded, voice cracking slightly "I want it precisely like this, and you must not cease until I achieve climax! Only then I will pass your potions, Motohama-kun"
If that's your desire, then so be it.
I tightened my grip on her waist and began moving with every bit of the enhanced strength and stamina the Hell Claw Surge provided, each thrust sending visible sparks of pleasure through her body if her reactions were any indication.
She climaxed twice before I even approached the edge, her body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession, but I maintained the pace she'd demanded without pause or mercy. My hand connected with her ass in a sharp spank that drew a gasp, and I felt her tighten around me in response, the increased pressure somehow intensifying everything despite the already overwhelming sensations.
SMACK.
Another spank elicited the same reaction, her body gripping me even more intensely, and I delivered several more before feeling the familiar pressure building toward inevitable release.
"Benemune-san, I'm about to—"
"Do it!"
She commanded, her formal composure completely abandoned "Fill me with every bit of it, Motohama-kun!"
I grabbed both her arms, and increased my pace to speeds that seemed impossible without the potion's enhancement.
The each movement resonated through the room, each impact accompanied by sounds that would probably scandalize anyone passing by, and I felt the final buildup accelerate toward completion.
Splurt!
The release came with every bit of enhanced capacity emptying itself in her as I held her arms and maintained the connection, and I collapsed forward onto her back as the last waves of pleasure subsided.
My hands found her breasts as I fondled them and leaned close to her ear while catching my breath.
"Is this demonstration sufficient for you, Benemune-san?" I whispered, unable to resist the slight mockery in my tone.
THUD.
Her hand rose shakily, thumb extended in clear approval despite the obvious exhaustion written across her features.
The expression of pure ecstasy on her face made me sigh with a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief at how this entire evening had unfolded, and I withdrew carefully, watching the evidence of our activities begin to leak as she collapsed onto the couch with a contented sigh that suggested she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted from this verification process.
"This was unquestionably the most exceptional sexual encounter I have experienced in my entire existence" she murmured, voice muffled against the cushions.
Well, at least she's satisfied with my potion's effects demonstration.
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The post-activity silence stretched comfortably as we both recovered, and I watched Benemune dress with the same expression of playfulness she'd while she undressed earlier.
She took her position in the chair opposite to me, straightening her nightgown and adjusting her glasses as though she hadn't been involved in activities that would definitely not appear in official Grigori reports.
Her professional demeanor reasserted itself with impressive speed, and she cleared her throat with formality that almost made me laugh at the absurd contrast between her current composure and her earlier one.
"I hereby approve the authenticity of your alchemical constructions and will forward them to Grigori headquarters for further analysis, Motohama kun" she stated, crossing her arms beneath breasts "And here is the comprehensive list of artificial Sacred Gears that may align with your preferences and requirements"
She slid a paper across the table toward me, and I picked it up with curiosity that temporarily overrode my post-activity exhaustion.
The list detailed various artificial Sacred Gear options with their functions stated in a way that suggested Azazel's research division had never got a break ever since the research began.
Each entry provided specifications, limitations, and tactical applications in the documentation I'd expect from an organization obsessed with Sacred Gear research, and I scanned through the options while considering which might actually prove useful for my increasingly complicated situation.
My eyes caught the contact number printed at the bottom of the page, Benemune's personal line, apparently.
"Once you have reached a decision regarding which artificial Sacred Gear suits your requirements, you may contact me directly using that number" Benemune explained, gesturing toward the paper "I will facilitate the necessary arrangements for the acquisition and delivery"
After a moment spent reviewing the options, I nodded and rose from my chair, already mentally preparing the teleportation circle that would take me away from this increasingly surreal evening.
"Thanks, Benemune-san" I said.
The magic circle appeared beneath my feet, glowing softly, and I felt the familiar pull of spatial displacement beginning to activate as I prepared to return to my home where it was significantly less complicated than this negotiation had proven to be.
"You are welcome to visit me as frequently as you would desire, Motohama-kun" Benemune said with a smile, crossing her leg over another, giving me a peek at the clear invitation that had nothing to do with business arrangements.
I nodded, not trusting myself to respond verbally to that particular offer, and let the teleportation magic complete its work.
The room dissolved around me as I vanished, and my final thought before arriving back home carried weary satisfaction mixed with genuine relief.
Finally, a night I could label as one not entirely cursed.
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