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Although Agatha was a thoroughly extraordinary person, she had been raised the way any good family might raise their daughter in most ways. And one of them was…
“Are you ready to start your poison immunization training?” Violetta asked. She herself had begun it since she was very young, without any choice of whether or not to accept the duty. Agatha… well, she’d worry more about her if she didn't, but if she wanted to avoid doing it, no one could possibly make her.
Agatha nodded resolutely. “It’ll be too late to try it after I’m already poisoned,” she said bluntly. Violetta felt waves of fondness crash through her at the sight. There was nothing wrong with being a minion or a servant, but the frustration of serving her cowardly and unmotivated cousin and the fear and dread of never being considered good at her job no matter how much she trained had eaten away at her.
Her life had changed in so many ways, and one of them was the beautiful girl who sat beside her.
“Then I’ll start with a simple aphrodisiac,” she decided. She’d never been on any mission that necessitated it, and thank god for that, but it could also be used to make a few people particularly distractible without leaving any obvious trace of interference. It was also one of the least painful poisons at her disposal.
“An aphrodisiac?” Agatha said. Violetta saw a mixture of flusteredness and intrigue written on her face. Sparks.
“We can start with a paralytic, but that’s something that doesn’t require any real supervision as long as you up the dose gradually.”
“No, I can handle it,” Agatha replied immediately. Her brows furrowed. “I don’t see why it’s something that needs, uh, supervision though. It sounds like you’re starting with low doses.”
Suddenly stuck with the need to explain herself, Violetta turned slightly pink. “There are… physical and mental ways to build up resistance to them. I can talk you through them, help you with some exercises, and make sure no one drops in unannounced and unwanted.” The one Violetta was starting with didn’t act as a sedative, but being dosed with an aphrodisiac was embarrassing enough without her lady losing her self-control, either because of someone else’s flirting or because she wanted to pull them into a lab all on her own.
She prepared herself to explain it in more detail, but Agatha’s hand was already brushing against hers, wrapping around that unassuming little vial.
“Then I’m glad you’re going to help me,” she said. Violetta’s grip loosened on it, letting Agatha pull it closer. “Do I drink the whole thing?”
At this, Violetta came to her senses, gripping the top firmly. “Don’t. I’ll measure it out for you.” Pulling a small cup off the study table she’d brought just for that, she poured a third of the aphrodisiac into it.
“It hits slower if you take it with food, but that’s more of a concern for noticing if you’ve been drugged. I’m sure you’ll get better at identifying it as we continue.”
She twisted the lid back on, biting her lip. “You could also take some and then give in to it,” Violetta suggested reluctantly, “but then it usually becomes more of game.” It would help build physical tolerance, but mental resistance only happened with actual practice.
“Oooh, I wondered about that,” Agatha said. She bit her lip. “I want to focus on building tolerance first, though.” She brought the cup to her lips. Although the vial was pink glass the liquid itself was perfectly clear, coating Agatha’s lips with only a faint, enchanting gleam.
“You should feel it kick in quickly.” How quickly, exactly, was another way for Violetta to figure out Agatha’s tolerances for these things. “When that happens, you can either let the feeling intensify, so you have experience with how enchanting the feeling can get, or you can try to reject it, by thinking of… I usually try to do math. The more complicated and stupid the better. But if that isn’t distracting to you, then you should think of some other thing to draw your blood away from your nethers. I don’t recommend people.”
“I think…” Agatha’s fingers wiggled back and forth. “I should try intensifying the feeling. It’ll be like I took a bigger dose of that.”
That was the more exciting option. Plans of talking about puke or death or something that was appropriately terrifying, boring, or disgusting evaporated all at once.
“This aphrodisiac should make you more sensitive than usual to touch. Even things that wouldn’t normally make you horny can do it then, like scratching your nose.”
“So things that do normally make me horny will work even better,” Agatha jumped ahead.
“You should still start slower than laying down with your daydreams and shucking off your pants,” Violetta said. Agatha looked at her with a slightly frustrated look that told her that being that direct with it was the right call.
“I’ll just take off my shirt, then,” she said. Since that had been one of the first things Violetta herself had done, she didn’t protest, just looking her over to see how many layers were involved and then directing her gaze off to the side.
“You can look,” Agatha said, fingers fiddling with the laces of her corset. “I think it’ll help.” When Violetta checked Agatha’s face, it was lit with an excited mischievousness that was just as bewitching as the ample cleavage of her bosom.
She’d wondered if something like this might happen, but she hadn’t quite thought-
“I can do that.” She licked her dry lips, watching as Agatha’s fingers swept across the tops of her breasts, almost shyly at first. They swept up her throat, rubbing in awe over the smooth skin there, then alit on her lips. Violetta shifted in her seat, remembering when she herself had practiced this. The way her own skin had suddenly felt so novel and exciting, the way that the anxiety that so often pricked her and robbed her libido had felt so much less important.
“Do your best to feel it without giving in,” Violetta coached, with the part of herself still thinking with her common sense and not her equally common other urges. Agatha nodded, eyes going back and forth between her own body and the way that Violetta watched her, then traced her own face further. Her cheekbones, the sides of her jaw, her ears, her scalp. Agatha even felt along her own hands carefully, a feather light touch that caressed her callused hands and the spaces between her fingers as though analyzing it.
Violetta dug her nails into her hands, drawing upon the self control she herself possessed, then breathed out. The idea was voyeurism here. That her watching Agatha do this was exciting, and helped make the whole experience more intense. For practice.
And so her gaze dipped down to take in Agatha’s exposed upper half. It was very different, seeing it like this. Uninjured, with a healthy flush and a soft roundness. Her boobs hung freely, shifting here and there with her movements. She stared at Agatha’s nipples, then looked up again to find Agatha staring right back at her. So it’d been noticed, huh. She examined Agatha’s flushed face, then smiled at her, looking back to see where Agatha’s hands were right now.
“Tell me when you need a break,” she murmured.
Agatha shook her head, gold tresses shaking with it.
“I don’t think I’ll need one.”