The Great Alchemist Bake Off

She hadn't waited for him to continue, sinking to her knees and sinking her full lips around the topmost, pushing her breasts against his thighs, and grasping two in her delicate hands, stroking them gently to his increased groans of pleasure. Slipping her mouth back, making sure to keep her lips over his dick until she slid off, she grinned up at him. "The last one you can deal with yourself." He nodded, and reached past her cheek, as she licked the tip with relish. He clearly had endurance, because she knew her lips were, like her pollen, aphrodisiac in nature. Erieth knows how she knew how. She just did. And she used it to great effect, making sure they were rubbing against his thick shaft, noisily licking away, and, every now and again, wrapping them around his equally thick balls, making sure to look up at him with lusty, gleaming eyes.

Soon enough, his other hand reached to the back of her head, and she started adding teeth, lightly scraping along him, as he guided her back and fore, round, tilting her head gently as he thrust his hips into his hand, into her hands. The crowd was cheering, and it seemed she was the center of attention. Good. She was going to give them quite a show... The orc, meantime, was clearly at his limit, so, with one last pop, pushing herself back against his hand to look up at him once more, she smiled. "Plantgirls like me love cum, honey... So give me all you've got, okay?" She opened her mouth, stretched out her tongue, and flicked the tip of his cock. And that was all it took. It took all his strength, that orcish endurance, to keep to his feet as he shot his load, sticky whiteness covering her hair, her chin, her outstretched tongue... And her breasts were dripping. Letting him go, she stood and, ever so gently, pushed his chest, and he fell on his ass, his knees trembling. "So glad doing business with you!" She stroked one breast, and made a play of licking her hand, before sashaying back to her podium to applause.

She grinned to herself as the judges pronounced their verdicts. She already knew what one of them would be. After all, he'd not only had the bad luck to be the one he'd cooked for, he'd had the bad luck to be the one she'd cooked for. And, considering how much the stakes had raised, and how she was reassured that there would be nothing lasting, she'd made sure to make this one one of the permanent ones. She'd share the antidote with the judges, if they didn't know it already. It didn't matter, she'd hit the final round. Five left, and she was one of them.

Final Round (5 remain)

This time, Elia noted the other contestants. After all, they'd all proven themselves, she still had no idea precisely how rough they'd been during the previous rounds, and any one of them could be the one to disqualify her. The tasting hadn't begun yet, so she took stock.

Polita Evergrande, human. Tall, laconic, her ginger hair was combed neatly along one side, and her rounded spectacles only barely hid her sneer. Her clothes marked her out as a noble, and, in her mind, Elia marked her down as "Hope hers isn't mine."

Mikah Clearwater, goblin. Pretty hot, as goblins went. Thin, he nonetheless had a firm, juicy ass, and she had to admit, she was biased for him. She liked goblins. But she knew he'd made at least one disqualification. He'd been boasting about the bimbo potion for the past three days.

Phedri Manaroth, succubus. She'd noted her from the first round, but she didn't seem the malicious type. Of course, that meant nothing, as she could seem to be anything she wanted. Right now, she seemed like a mousy woman, human in proportions, just... Naked as the sky, and a cerulean blue to match, with ram's horns of deep purple complementing her straight, hip length raven hair.

And Selia Ice, human. She looked more like a mercenary than an alchemist, with a bandolier of knives, short cropped hair, and looked like a bruiser, square jawed, and equally square of build. Elia had to admit, she found big girls like her attractive, but right now, she was competition. And she had no idea about Selia.

She sighed. Nothing of any real use, then. Glumly, she stared at the last concoction. Donuts. They had various icings, various sprinkles, and, experimentally, she sniffed each. Damn. Nothing she could detect. Looking sidelong, she noted that everyone was picking at theirs too, sniffing them, staring at them... Nobody seemed to want to be the first. And the crowd? The crowd was deathly silent. It was unnerving, and she could see it was helping everyone else's mood about as well as it helped hers. She took a deep breath.

Hers was another "permanent" concoction. She roughly knew the limits of good sense, thanks to that brief talk with the judges, and the reaction to the giantess potion. Nothing too flashy, nothing dangerous... Embarassment, yes. Humiliation, yes. But she wasn't going to play too hard. A potion mimicking the effect of a succubus mark, specifically the "cum devotion" type. That was a relatively safe one, but it was difficult to reproduce, so she was pretty confident. Well, providing she wasn't disqualified, or turned into something horny...

Let's face it, it's going to be something horny. They're nothing if not crowd pleasers. She took one last look at the donuts, picked one up, and took a cautious bite. "Pretty moreish, nice sprinkles, this icing is... Is it lemon? I love lemon! Wait, why am I talking out loud, this much. This must be one of the effects of the... Haha, okay, I get it, funny joke, reminds me of that one time I stole my friend Tallulah's panties, they were so nice to the feel, and she was so mad, that she shoved them in my mouth, and that was how I realised I loved to be gagged, and one thing led to another, and before you know i- hey, wait, this is kinda private stuff, like how I was playing for the crowd when I sucked off that orc, hehe, it was pretty funny that he got my potion and I got his, so I decided I would have a laugh... In any case, Tallulah and I, that reminds me, I... MMGLPGLGLGLG!" Her jaw had been firmly clasped from behind, and a potion, tasting a little of mint, had been poured down her throat, her head tilted back. Blinking, she felt the hand release, and turned to see the same judge who'd talked to her two nights ago. He grinned.

"Sorry about that, slight breach of the rules, but... A mix of Garrulous Gab and Truthsayer potion. And, considering you were wandering between the competition and your bondage experiences..." He stage gasped, and she giggled, then frowned again as he clapped a hand on her shoulder and looked... Very serious indeed. "You..."

"You weren't affected by a permanent potion, and therefore are not disqualified." His serious look had turned into a sly one, and she punched him in the arm.

"Dammit, that was mean!" He grinned.

"Couldn't resist, we always find the final round tense, and... Well, I- Oh, hello!" He turned, and Elia could clearly see what had caught his attention. Not all the potions had an immediate effect, and right now...

Polita Evergrande had turned into... Well, she wasn't quite sure what it was... She was translucent, and pink, like a slime, but naked, her mouth frozen into an O, her eyes crinkled in orgasmic pleasure, and her legs and arms were both spread wide. Above her, thrusting into her and panting, was a big, raven furred werewolf. Elia took a quick headcount, noting the heart and chain tattoo on Selia, and the bush of swearing hair that could only be Mikah, so... Phedri. A werewolf. He wasn't biting, thankfully, and wasn't even sure he could bite, as she... Squeaked under his thrusting. Indeed, the table had been knocked over, the sourbread strewn on the grass, and she could see, tilting her head in bemusement, his big, knotted dick, pumping in and out of her, tinted pink by her form. She was even speaking, although her mouth wasn't moving.

"Ahhh! Ahhh, your cock's so good, it feels so good, thrust real deep into me, kiss my nipples, lick them, grab my ass and fuck me to your heart's content!" Kiss... Her nipples? Elia was confused. Werewolves were not noted for their lip to lip abilities, and her confusion only deepened as she went on. "My ass feels so good, too, and my mouth, yes, keep fucking me there, let me lick you, taste you, feel that cum sink into me as I run my teeth along your veiny shaft, you horny bastard!" Mouth... Ass... He was pretty close now, and she could see his knot expanding. But her tirade never stopped. She never stopped complimenting him, begging him for sexual acts he just wasn't doing, or, indeed, was capable of performing, for minutes after he had howled to the sky, jetted his semen into her (Elia was equally fascinated by how the cum lay suspended inside her, forming a perfect circle that his cock had prodded into before he pulled out), and, promptly, collapsed on top of her before reassuming her natural form, pushing herself off in confusion, then a similar confusion as she saw what Polita had become, and the cum, just... Softly laying there, inside her.

Nearby, the judge stood, eyes alight. "Haven't seen one of those in a while." Turning to him, she stared. He knew what that was? Seeing her stare, he nodded. "Well, normally, they're smaller, and not... You know, representative of a whole body. Or if they are, they're not made out of this material... Bit fragile, unless suitably reinforced. She's an onahole... A masturbation toy. And, seeing as that and the succubus mark are permanent spells, or so I'm informed..." Elia's eyes widened. She'd... She'd won? He smiled, and nodded. "Second place. We'll be making the official announcement in a few moments, after taking these two to be cured. So... Congratulations! Going to be coming back again?"

Elia frowned. It had been... Quite the experience, but... "Not... Not if I can help it. One reputation boost is enough, thanks." The judge chuckled.

"Don't blame you. Never seen the point in these myself, except... Well, better to keep this sort of thing in a safe outlet, don't you think?" She nodded. It wasn't just entertainment for the masses. Quite a few of the crowd were alchemists. Some of them had pretty hot tempers. And seeing something like this... Well, for the most part, it cooled them off, knowing what could happen to them if things escalated. Giving them ideas of how much worse it could get, considering what had been disallowed over the years. Hell, she'd had a few ideas herself, but, over the course of the competition, they'd definitely quashed themselves.

"Better, yeah. Still not coming back though." The judge nodded, and inwardly smiled. They made a point of inviting the potential hotheads. And Elia had had the potential to be one of the hotter ones. Still... It didn't make the competition sit any better with him. He just didn't like this sort of thing.

Well, okay... The cakes were good. There was that.