The alchemy table was full of life, different herbs and roots, some crystals and other objects of power lay scattered across. The smell from the burner was strong, but sweet. Goddess was doing a potion.

From his position, on his knees, his fingers laced together behind his head, his elbows pointing away, his back straight, Nocti had been more furniture than company these past weeks, but Goddess liked him in this position, and so he waited. He had an eternity to wait if she so desired.

She was finishing the potion, letting it cool and the sediments rest. Even in situations like this, she was beautiful beyond any description, as words failed to describe the sheer power and sexuality she radiated. From her heels up to her long delicate, perfect legs, she wore fishnets with an elegance unknown previously to him, the fabric simply rested lightly on her and he lost himself in the different patterns often. She covered herself with black lingerie  and he could see her hips and belly, when she moved, the whole world moved with her, it was impossible not to follow, the curves of her back ended in a perfect perky bottom, and they were simply maddening, he felt a bit of vertigo just following her curves. In his previous life he hadn’t been much of ‘an ass guy’, but Goddess defied these simple notions, she was perfection to be worshipped in every cell of her body. 

He could finally look up at her, as her hand lazily found his face, the rest of her still concentrating on the potion, her fingers played with his features, like petting him, and finally caressing his chin and gently pulling it up, her long red nails tracing a fine line on his skin on the way up. He could finally rest his eyes maybe a moment longer than needed on her tits, her simple black bra was still an enchanting view, perky and in a perfect size for her body, just by looking at them you could feel how soft they were, she was like a greek goddess, she was what greek goddesses aspired to be. Her long wavy, ringlets on blonde hair flowed like golden cascades of beauty, framing a face that could not be dreamed more gorgeous. Luscious juicy red lips and piercing, mesmerising sky blue eyes, where you could lose yourself for eternity. All of this was his Goddess, but there was a power in her, a movement in the air, an impossible to describe energy that flowed with her that made her unique, it was like art expressing itself through her. He was sure that there would be a lot of XVI century scribes dedicating whole libraries to describing her. He was sure that other goddesses in ancient Greece would have tried to curse her out of sheer jealousy. 

Her potion was finished, the small glass vial was cooled down and her slave was warmed up. It was so much more effective when she could practise these potions with someone, and also more fun. - “There there slave, time to drink it up.” - she always had some hunter or would-be hero that wanted to give it a try, they usually ended up as thralls, but it was always good to be prepared. She looked at his slave, her eyes drilling into his skull. - “Slave, I want you to try to resist this potion with everything that you have. I want you to stay in your position, without moving, while the potion does its work.” - she came closer to him, her lips lightly brushing his ear and whispering - “But I don’t think you will be able.” - his body trembled with her words, but his mind was set, he will stay in this position.

As he drank, sweet and strong, with a flavour of… raspberries? He realised this was no normal potion, but it didn’t matter, he loved how her hand guided him, how she caressed his face after, with just two fingers.

The change was immediate, his body tensed and his breath got caught, a pleasure moan escaped from his throat, his eyes were open, but he was looking at nothing, power flowed into them and you could see colour changing spirals in them, moving at different timings and directions, and his cock was rock hard, trembling with pleasure. Just a few seconds and he was drooling, his posture lost, down on his ass and his arms down. - “That quick slave? What’s the matter? I thought you would obey me forever…” - her smile betrayed the fun she was having toying with her slave, the potion was really designed to be worn as a perfume, but she wanted to calibrate it, this will do nicely. She peeked inside her slave’s mind, and the visual hallucinations were joined by auditive ones, he was being brainwashed proper.

She smiled as she tested the limits of his slave conditioning, at least he was not yet stroking, she could feel his desire, his need, how what he was at the surface was being broken.

He could see her, across the spirals, her smile was intoxicating, there were more Goddesses around him, whispering to him, to stroke, to fuck her, to submit to her orders, all while the spirals vibrated with energy.

One descended upon him, moving her hips in union with him, he felt losing himself in her every time he was in and out, while more of her whispered new mantras in his ears, confusing his mind. He could feel her, some part of him knew it was not really her, but with each passing moment, that part of his mind surrendered to the feeling more and more.

He could feel her heat, smell her skin, sense her movements up and down his cock, he could hear every single different word she whispered in each of his ears. The spirals grew more brilliant, the moving colours more vivid and changing more rapidly.

“Stroke for me slave” - he didn’t know if it was her or his hallucinations, he didn’t care anymore, he could only obey. His movements were slow at the beginning, but it didn’t take much for his body to need more, as his mind emptied of anything beyond his Goddess. 

He started to drool as the flashing lights in his mind went even more rapidly and vibrant, there were only the mantras drilled in his subconscious, there was only the pleasure of receiving them. He wanted more, he needed more.

Goddess studied his slave, he had lasted longer than she thought but not by much. The potion would do well. Leaving the slave to his hallucinations, she started to pack and leave. He heard him moan and scream in pleasure as he exploded.

“Goddess…” - she turned, as the effects of the potion dissipated, her slave was on the floor, his voice was raspy, dry, he was breathing heavily. She watched him with curiosity. - “Please, Goddess, please… more. I beg you, please, anything for more, please. Brainwash me more.” - she smiled, he was good at begging. She came back, grabbing the rest of the vial as he did a very bad job of going back to his slave position, still wobbly and exhausted. She snapped her fingers, as his body spasmed on a sudden bolt of energy, straightening his back. She would not suffer such a bad posture. - “Here slave, drink up. Enjoy it.” -  she smiled and left her slave in the basement. She had a good night of hunting ahead of her.