Midnight Potions with Purah
A Hyrule story...
Hateno Village night was quiet. I slipped through the cobbled paths, past the school and the dye shop as normal. I tied my hair back in the customary Satori Mountain bun and wore my traditional Kakariko dress, ready for action.
Purah’s message was brief: Come by the lab around midnight. I’ve got something I want you to help me with. It was normal for Purah to request my assistance–I was her lab assistant after all–but the instruction to meet at midnight was odd. I’d read the message several times before finally deciding I would go. Of course I would; I couldn’t say no to Purah.
As I approached the lab, a waft of herbal scents met me. Something new, something strange. Something from outside the bounds of East Necluda.
I rounded the corner to see that Purah was already there, examining a small vial of red liquid, her eyes glowing with its reflection.
“Ah, you’re on time,” she said, checking her Sheikah Slate and then glancing up at me. “Good. I hate waiting.”
I nodded. “So, what’s the experiment this time? And why so late?”
“Late? The night is still young. And every Sheikah should know that some experiments are best conducted under the cover of darkness…”
I nodded.
“There’s a potion that was spoken about for hundreds of years, a legend among the Gerudo; a powerful and potent liquid that brings hidden feelings to the surface. And I think I have managed to synthesize it using Ancient Sheikah technology. The only problem,” She held the vial up to her face and swirled it around once more. “Is that we are not Gerudo! So I’m not sure exactly how it’ll affect us…”
Us? My pulse quickened at the thought, but I kept my face steady, curious. It brings hidden feelings to the surface. What did that mean? I looked at the glowing red liquid. “You really want us to drink that?”
Purah brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course! What is a scientist without a little bravery?”
She produced a second vial from her workbench and handed it to me, giving me a quick, challenging smile as she clinked the glass against mine before swallowing it in one swift motion. I stared at her for a moment later and then followed suit, the thick, warm taste coating my tongue before slipping down my throat, leaving a surprisingly tingling sensation.
I glanced at Purah. For a second, nothing happened, and then she shivered once, her cheeks flushing as she blinked up at me.
“Well, that’s…different,” she murmured, her voice a little breathy. She looked around for a moment before locking her gaze on mine, her sharp and inquisitive expression softening, almost hazy, as if she were studying me for the first time. I felt my pulse race under her attention. Being a few seconds behind her, I then experienced the same sensation that made her shiver, my spine tingling with a new, pleasurable sensation.
She took a step closer, closing the space between us. Her eyes flicked up and down my form, seeming to drink in my body, to linger on my breasts.
“How…how do you feel?” Her voice had a new note to it, less clinical, more curious.
“Warm,” I said, swallowing, feeling my face heat up. “Kind of…floaty.”
The edges of my awareness seemed to blur, and all I could focus on was her body, how close she was, the way her hair framed her face, the way her outfit hugged her figure, and how her breasts were just slightly too large for her shirt…
She nodded, almost to herself, as though confirming a hypothesis. “That’s…that’s good. You’re experiencing it, too.” Her hand reached out, brushing my arm. It seemed accidental at first, I didn’t pull away, and she didn’t either. Instead, her fingers lingered, pressing just a bit more firmly. Purah took a small breath, her large chest rising and falling as she looked up at me with an intensity that made my heart race.
“I’m not sure what I expected, but I didn’t think it would feel like this,” she whispered, almost to herself, her lips parted as she took in a shaky breath. “This feels quite…exciting. And…illicit. Wrong, but in a fun way. Don’t you think?”
Without another word, she closed the final bit of resistance between us and pressed her body against mine. I could feel the warmth of her, the thin material of her orange pantyhose hugging her legs in a way I had never noticed before. Her hands slipped around my waist, fingers skimming under the edge of my shirt, teasing the skin beneath. Our breasts pressed together, and I could feel the hardness of her nipples beneath our clothes.
