Nell regarded the balding little man for a moment. She took in his injuries and dirty clothes. "Umm... The green one I believe. Does it make a difference." She suddenly felt very nervous.

For a moment the gnome had not answered, he glanced down at his feet then back up. "Umm ... yeah. There had been little time to explain what all the tonics and potions did. The gold ones heal you, clear ones make you invisible and so forth. Anyway ... the red potions were an early attempt at fire breathing. There are three types. The gray ones, which we don't have currently since it's been a few centuries since we ran across any true dragons is fire breathing with no after affects. The green and red ones are fire breathing but have an after effect.

He paused, frowning a bit. "They can be a bit of an aprodisiac 9 times out of 10."

Nell's face fell suddenly and she blinked. "An aphrodisiac?" She'd read of that before somewhere but she'd couldn't remember where. She had an idea of what it meant but her initial reaction was disbelief and her brain chose not to comprehend the word. "What exactly does that mean for me?"

Zoot nodded. "Yeah. It's never been tried on humans before just us gnomes and it runs about 24 hours or so. I'm not sure what it will entail for you since there are no avbailable males of your species present. Though in the cases where it has taken hold one tends to loose control, throwing themselves at the opposite sex or I presume pleasuring one's self if no one is available to take their frustrations out on ... since there are no human males about I'm not sure how things will transpire. Of course you could be that 1 in 10 and have nothing to worry about."

Nell flushed instantly at Zoot's description of what might happen to her. "1 in 10 is not very good odds." She stands up and starts pacing about nervously. "Oh god, this is terrible!! How long does it normally take before the side effects start to set in? Would I be able to make it back to my dorm room before it hits me??" Her stomach churned again and she started to feel an odd tingling spreading out from her center. Was that the aphrodisiac kicking in or was it just her mind playing tricks on her? If it was the former she really should get somewhere isolated. "Oh blast, I don't want to be masturbating out in the middle of these woods somewhere!! Zoot please tell me there is something we can do to stop this!"

"Ten minutes or so, it acts fairly fast." Zoot thought as he dwelled on things. "I suppose ... no that may wreck havoc with the aphrodisiac, it's never been tried ..." He muttered to himself.

"There is the sleep tonic, the poison though it does not last quit as long requiring multiple dosages though to what effect they'd have I am uncertain."

Zoot glanced inside the cave as he continued to think of other things though failed to come up with anything.

The tingling was getting stronger now. It felt as though her skin was on fire. She had a sudden urge to tear off her clothes and touch herself all over. She dropped to her knees in front of Zoot and shook her head urgently. "Please, I'll try anything." She blushed furious and fought to keep her hand off her body. "If the sleep tonic is the best option we have then let's try it. But we have to hurry, please. I can already feel the aphrodisiac starting to take effect."

"Right this way then," he made a sweeping gesture with a hand and lead her back into the potion room. He had a few dosages smeared on his darts but had not used one incase the witch came back. Hurriedly he looked over the tonics and potions until he came to a transparent yellow one that he held out to her.

"This is the stuff ... it's rather potent so you will need only a swallow, maybe two. It runs a few hours in that little dose so ..." he considered for a moment doing some quick math. Aegir, however, was cranking up her responses to pleasure, toying with those regions of her mind to increase her desire steadily.

"Five or six of your mouthfulls should put you out for a day. It works pretty quick too, quicker if it enters the blood stream but pretty quick if it's ingested as well."

Nell rubbed clenched fist against her jean-clad thighs while Zoot explained the tonic to her. She was struggling to keep her attention on the gnome. Her body was still complaining about the heat. If only she wasn't wearing this blasted sweater. Why couldn't she at least take that off? She was still wearing her tank top underneath it... While she considered this her hand opened flat and snaked up under her the gray sweater. Suddenly she was remembering the drunken man she'd encountered earlier and the feel of his hands as he'd lifted her shirt to under buckle her jeans. Her hand slipped under the tank top as well and slid upwards while she thought the man pulling down her jeans. She could almost still feel his erect tool against her bottom... Why had she stopped him? If only she'd...

Nell shook her head violently as though to drive the perverse thoughts from her head. Was she actually sitting her regretting not letting a drunken pervert rape her?! "Five or six swallows?" She repeated the last words the gnome had said and took the bottle eagerly. Without further question or comment she downed half the bottle. It was a small bottle so it might have been the correct dosage. She didn't care much as this point. All the was important was doing something to stop herself from acting of these terrible thoughts that racing through her head.

Zoot had been right, it didn't take long for the potion to take affect. Soon her eyelid began to droop and she felt the undeniable urge to be horizontal. She didn't bother fighting it. She simply close her eyes and laid down carefully and let the darkness embrace her.

Zoot nodded as she repeated his words. The last thing that she remembered before here eyes closed for a final time was Zoot looking through the collection of potions for a healing one to treat his injured arm.

When next she woke a thin quilt had been pulled over her. Zoot was busy at the table mixing chemicals and adding ingredients of an exotic nature to the beakers he had used. As she stirred Zoot glanced over his shoulder at her.

"How're you feeling?" Of course Aegir knew since he had been stimulating her mind full force now. The tingling sensation only seeming to spread. "Flanwicket isn't back yet ... you haven't even been out a full day yet."

Nell gasped upon waking and felt an immense amount of confusion and disappointment. She was confused because she did not quite remember where she was at the moment and she was disappointed because she had been dreaming about sex and haven't wanted to wake up. She had drempt she was the woman from her mother's novel and she had been riding horse while the man from story had been penetrating her from his position behind her on the horse. The man had morphed into the young professor in the forest but she hadn't minded. She was the owner of the pink panties and the handsome professor was giving her exactly what she'd wanted. She moaned at the memory of the dream and her hand traveled between her thighs under the quilt. She had been near climax when she waken up and her hands were prepared to finish what the dream had started.

That's when she heard Zoot's voice and realized she was not alone. At first she did not recognize the voice. She only knew that it was male and thus able to satisfy her need. She turned her head in the direction of the voice and stared at the gnome with hungry, lustfilled eyes and begged. "I'm not okay... Please, please help me..."

Hearing her groan out as she came to gave him all the answer that he needed at that point still the words had been out there. He had gazed at her, surprised by her words though of course this had been a rouse since Zoot had actually been Aegir more or less since encountering her and had been the one stimulating regions of her mind.

"Ahhh ... ok ...."

He came a little closer, a few nonsensical phrases passing out of his lips as he invoked some sort of arcane that wrapped about him, the swirling colorful display of magic leaving him as a giant, well a giant for him seeing that he was now just over 4' in height. It appeared that men, even gnomes, followed a few basic rules as he proceeded to draw near her. His gaze flickered up, then down her body as he reached out with calloused hands wrapping around her hips and pressing her towards the ground.

Nell moaned at the gnome's touch and she squirmed in anticipation. She gasped his rough hands and guided them under the quilt towards her body again. Her body ached for his attentions and she found herself feeling greatly frustrated that there were still so many layers of cloth between her and the thing she desired. She pushed the quilt away from her body and her hands slide downwards to undo the fastenings of her jeans, wanting satisfaction as quickly as possible.

While she busied herself with that he brought one hand down the front of her pants, his hand going down her panties finding then pressing against her clit. He rubbed it back and forth rapidly while he bore the majority of his weight as his other hand untucked her shirt then slid up the front of her sweeter as his fingers closed around her breast. He leaned down, his lips pressing firmly against her own as his fingers circled her clit even faster.

Nell pushed upwards with her hip and pressed herself into hand and moaning encouragingly. She finished undoing her pants and began to tuck them downwards, wanting them off. She pause in her actions when the gnome's hand slid up her shirt and started to grope her breast. Then his lips came down and found her's. It felt goof but she wanted more. She reached up with one hand and began to massage him through the material of his pants.