Eliot

[poison_isley]

From here

"Then come on, babe," she grinned and dragged him out of the party. "I know a place."

Once they were alone in the corridor, she let her scent erupt. With no other students around, she could focus her attention entirely on Eliot. She noted every single reaction. She was going to have to write this all up.

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[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot had no idea what was happening, but he did know that suddenly he felt like he was going to explode with want.

"Okay, I take back everything I said," he laughed, breathless. "I don't care if it's good for you - I want to fuck you."

[poison_isley]

"That's the plan, babe. But not here."

She took his hand, her touch delivering even more toxin. Ivy lead him to the herbology room, dark and deserted. It was warm and humid, the air fresh with the verdant growth. Ivy was particularly proud of what she'd grown in here.

She locked the door with a quick spell and pushed him up against the wall.

"How you feeling now?" she purred.

For science.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I feel like fucking something," Eliot blurted. He let his head fall back against the wall, baring his throat. "Christ. I must be drunker than I thought."

[poison_isley]

Vines slithered out of the foliage and began to strip him naked. Ivy stood, watching, directing.

And grinning wickedly.

"You're pretty hung," she smiled as a vine spiraled around his cock to squeeze and stroke him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was now about 70% sure this was a dream.

"... thank you?" he gasped.

[poison_isley]

Something thick and smooth and blunt nudged at his ass, then filled him slowly. Ivy raised her hands and vines gripped his arms and legs and torso and lifted him off the floor. He hung, comfortably suspended, as she delivered another dose to see just how much it took to make someone come. It was...a lot faster than she'd thought. The toxin must be stronger than they'd analyzed...

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Oh my god," Eliot gasped, "oh fuck I - "

And then he was coming, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

[poison_isley]

Dr Lecter had to be pleased with her findings. She was going to go home and write this all up.

But first, she gently let him down and the vines dressed him again.

"How do you feel now, tiger?" she smirked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"What just happened," Eliot mumbled, sagging against the wall.

[poison_isley]

"Why don't you tell me?" Ivy smiled, straightening his collar for him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I'm pretty sure it was a dream," Eliot said, opening his eyes. "But if it wasn't..." He reached out and tugged on a strand of her hair. "What about you?"

[poison_isley]

"What about me?" she asked sweetly. "I think you're still drunk, Eliot. Let me get you home, okay?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Sure," Eliot mumbled. "But for what it's worth, I would consider it a feather in my hat to make a woman come. Margo would be so proud."

[poison_isley]

"Who's Margo?" Ivy asked, putting her arm around him to guide him home.

[eliot_thespectacular]

He leaned against her. "My best friend. She's fabulous. You remind me of her. Beautiful and ruthless."

[poison_isley]

"No cap, who's hotter? Me, right?" Ivy asked, chatting happily as if she hadn't just done what she did.

A little gaslighting never hurt. She'd mastered that skill a while ago.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Actually I think what would be the hottest ever would be you fucking her," Eliot said. "She's usually into guys but I think she'd be up for it."

[poison_isley]

"Big old gay like you likes a little girl on girl. Good to know," she giggled, keeping him just drunk enough through her touch.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"You're beautiful," Eliot said sincerely. "Honestly if you want to fuck I wouldn't object. I didn't fuck Margo, but she was my best friend."

[poison_isley]

"Wouldn't you rather bang a friend?" she asked, looking at him to take in his colour and how large his pupils were.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Already did," Eliot said, a bit morosely. "Me, Margo, Quentin. Fucked everything up."

[poison_isley]

"Why? What happened?" she asked curiously. Any cautionary tale would be helpful because she had no intention of fucking things up with her babes.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Quentin had a girlfriend," said Eliot. "Which was a total disaster. But also after it was just... awkward. We'd been high on emotion magic."

[poison_isley]

"Ah, I see," she said. "Sorry it got awk, baby. That's shit."

Her palm got a bit damp as she kept him just drugged enough to stay off balance.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It didn't help that I had a huge crush on Quentin," Eliot added. "God, it was good... even just kissing him. Magic And then after he wouldn't even look at me."

[poison_isley]

"So what did you do?" she asked as they turned the corner and entered his house. A couple boys were sitting in the common area and they looked at the pair. Ivy shot one a death glare.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Nothing. Or... I mean, there were just a lot more important things going on. That kind of drama was low on the list of priorities." He stumbled a little as they neared his room. "Mmmmm I need a bed."

[poison_isley]

"I'll tuck you in, sweetie. Trust me, I've put a lot of drunks to bed," she promised.

She got I'm to the bed and made him sit.

"Shoes off," she ordered gently.