The heavy, intoxicating scent of his pheromones was slowly affecting her and melting away her professional boundaries.
The sight of his softening, increasingly feminine body didn't disgust her; instead, it awakened a dark, dominant urge she never knew she had.
Underneath her crisp white lab coat and tight black pencil skirt, a heavy, wet heat was already pooling between her own thighs, soaking her underwear.
He pumped his hand faster, his hips instinctively bucking forward into the cool air of the lab.
The intense embarrassment of standing half-naked in a tight women's bra, jerking himself off while a beautiful woman watched him with dark, hungry eyes, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
Every wet, slick sound of his hand sliding up and down his shaft echoed loudly in the sterile room, drowning out the soft sounds of the research equipment.
Mira watched every single movement, her mind entirely replaced by a woman caught in the grip of a biological spell.
She could see his soft, pale stomach convulsing with every ragged breath.
She watched the way his smooth thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she breathed in the heavy, sweet scent in the air that was growing thicker and more intoxicating with every stroke.
"Faster, Alex," Mira whispered.
She unconsciously stepped so close he could feel the intense warmth radiating from her white lab coat.
Her voice was thick, wet, and undeniably becoming needy. "Give it to me."
"I'm... ahh... I'm going to—!" Alex cursed in a high, breathy voice, his knees buckling completely.
The friction, the burning heat left in his skin, and the overwhelming shame of the moment shattered his control.
Seeing his eyes roll back, Mira quickly grabbed the clear glass beaker and positioned it right against him.
As she moved, her latex-covered fingers lightly brushed against his ultra-sensitive tip.
That single, accidental touch was all it took.
At that exact moment, his back bowed violently.
A blinding wave of pure, concentrated pleasure ripped through his body, so intense it made his vision go completely white.
"Ahhhhh!" Thick, heavy ropes of pearlescent, incredibly sweet fluid shot out of him, splattering heavily against the bottom and sides of the glass beaker.
Because of the heavy Yin energy and his body's desperate need to release the built-up pressure, the volume was staggering.
As Mira held the glass steady, Alex placed his right arm on Mira's shoulder and pumped his cock frantically with his left, his hips jerking forward as he drained as much of his sweet nectar as he could into the container.
Watching him work so hard, Mira spoke at the right time to stop him. "Wait, that much should be enough.."
Finally, the intense spasms began to slow. He slumped forward, panting raggedly, drained of all his strength.
His legs gave out completely, and he fell heavily onto the cold, polished floor of the lab.
He sat there with his black silk pants still tangled awkwardly around his ankles, shivering helplessly in the powerful aftermath of the release.
Mira stood tall above him, perfectly still.
"You cum a lot…" She stared down at the glass beaker she was holding in her trembling hand, then briefly glanced at Alex, who was lying weak at her feet.
The fluid inside the glass was incredibly thick, glowing faintly under the harsh lab lights with an unnatural, beautiful blue mana signature.
But it was the smell that was completely destroying her senses.
The heavy aroma coming off the warm liquid was overwhelmingly sweet, musky, and dripping with raw, primal lust.
"Look at her," the Empress purred again at the right moment in Alex's exhausted mind, her voice filled with wicked triumph. "She is secretly starving for you."
Mira slowly brought the warm glass beaker closer to her face.
Her normally sharp, intelligent eyes were completely dark, lost in a heavy, inescapable haze of pheromone-induced lust as she stared at the thick white liquid.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her crisp white coat, visible ups and downs of her large white breasts and deep valley.
She subconsciously ran her wet pink tongue over her bottom lip, her breathing growing incredibly shallow.
Her hands shook as she fought a sudden, terrifying, and primal urge to lift the glass directly to her mouth and taste the sweet nectar for herself.
The warm glass beaker trembled in Mira's hand.
The heavy, musky scent rising from the thick white fluid was completely scrambling her senses.
Her mind, usually so sharp and logical, felt like it was drowning in a thick, sweet fog.
She slowly raised the glass closer to her face, her eyes half-closed.
A single, stray drop of the pearlescent liquid had splashed near the rim.
Without even realizing what she was doing, Mira slowly reached up with her free hand, pulling off her latex glove.
She pressed her bare thumb against the rim, wiping up that single stray drop of his nectar.
Alex sat on the floor, his pants still tangled around his ankles, watching in absolute shock. "Mira...?" he whispered weakly.
She wanted to check what's so marvelous about his cum, that attracted her so much.
She didn't answer. Her dark eyes were locked onto his face as she slowly brought her thumb to her mouth.
She parted her full lips and slipped her finger inside, closing her mouth around it.
The moment the tiny drop of fluid hit her tongue, Mira let out a sharp, breathless gasp.
It didn't taste like normal bodily fluids.
It was incredibly sweet, like spiced honey mixed with a cold, electric burst of pure mana.
The concentrated Yin energy instantly shot straight to her brain, sending a small paralyzing wave of pleasure down her spine.
Her knees actually buckled slightly, forcing her to lean her weight against the steel counter.
Underneath her crisp white lab coat, her own chest heaved.
Her nipples hardened instantly, painfully brushing against the lace of her bra, and the wet heat pooling between her thighs suddenly intensified, soaking her underwear.
"Oh... my god," Mira choked out, pulling her finger from her mouth. Her face was flushed a deep, feverish red.
For a terrifying second, she looked back at the beaker, her body screaming at her to tip the glass back and drink every last drop.
She wanted to feel that overwhelming, mind-shattering rush spread through her entire body, just like Lily had.
But then, her eyes darted to the examination table.
She saw Lily's unconscious, heavily mutated body, the torn sports bra, and her breasts.
That sight acted like a bucket of ice water.
Mira gasped, forcefully slamming the glass beaker down onto the metal counter.
She grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, taking deep, ragged breaths as she fought to lock her mind back into place, aggressively pushing down the raging, dirty lust that had just hijacked her body.
"Look at her," the Empress laughed in Alex's mind, her voice echoing with triumph. "She is fighting it so hard… Not even True Gods could control themselves under the influence of Enchantress…"
"She is not even compared to an ant in front of a true Enchantress, just a single drop almost brought her knees. Imagine if she drank it all."
"Shut up, don't speak in my head again and again… it's so irritating," Alex whined out loud, burying his flushed face in his hands.
He hurriedly grabbed the waistband of his tight black spandex and his silk pants, yanking them up over his pale thighs and hiding his sensitive little brother.
He then immediately removed the tight bra, which he didn't have time to remove before and threw them towards the couch.