.Smurfette and the Potion

Gargamel stretched back upon his cot, holding Smurfette against his chest. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," he told her.

"Neither have I," she agreed. He set the girl down on his stomach, reaching past to lift up the hem of his robe. Smurfette was both excited and scared. She really, really wanted to please her new-found soulmate. But she was worried about what was under that filthy garment.

Glancing around the broken-down building he lived in, and his rotted teeth, she was pretty sure that he was a fetid mess inside the only clothing he appeared to own.

To her surprise, the smell of fresh herbs wafted over her as the man undressed under her. With a final tug, he rucked his clothes up to his chest, the Smurf woman jumping lightly over the wave of fabric as it crested over his belly. She came down on lily-white, but clean smelling, skin.

Before her, the man's cock-a-doodle looked like a fat sun-dial, angled up out of what looked to be a neatly trimmed nest of hairs.

"You smell so... so minty and smurfy!" she said happily. She knew that she'd have braved anything to be closer to the alchemist, now that she realized she loved him. But she was just as pleased to find him actually tolerable.

"It's the magic," he explained. "One has to be pure to perform magic. So I spelled the robe to-"

"Hush," she said. "I don't care." She stepped slowly forward, stopping beside the cock. While she stared at it, his hand dipped down to pluck at her dress. She barely noticed as he lifted it up and off of her.

It returned to take her cap. She kicked off her shoes and cocked a hip, batting an eye over her shoulder at Gargamel.

His eyes drank in her flat form. The only curves on her body were around her head and around her teeny, tiny tail. She shook it slightly as he watched. His cock throbbed at the sight.

"Touch me," he whispered, drooling slightly.

"'Kay," she said. With a hop, she was on top of his cock. It bobbed slightly from her weight, but stayed pointing at the man's chin.

She'd never done anything like this before, but it seemed so right. She walked up and down the length of him. Then again, pausing at each step to dig into his skin with her toes. Not harshly, just enough for him to feel it.

It was like being nibbled, ever so gently, by warm, soft teeth. He groaned and writhed on the bed, careful not to disturb her.

On her third pass, she stopped just below the purple helmet. Lowering herself to a seated position, she wrapped her legs around the penis, tickling at the rim of the helmet with her toes.

She giggled as the man threw his head back and moaned. She grabbed the little flap of skin in front of her and pulled herself back and forth.

It seemed to feel good to the wizard, she guessed, because his eyes rolled up in his head and his breathing changed. She felt... Well, she didn't feel as good, but it certainly felt right. Smurfette shrugged and gripped harder with her legs.

Gargamel's feet drummed on the thin mattress as Smurfette's leg-job brought him to release. With a grunt and a tremor that almost shook her free, he came. A great bolus of sperm shot out and across his chest.

She relaxed her grips as her mount slowly deflated and sank down. With a hop, she skipped off and walked slowly towards his face.

He watched her approaching, all angular lines and flat stretches of blue skin. "You're lovely, my dear," he said.

"Thank you," she replied. At the pile of his robes, she leaned her head on her hands, elbows resting on the fabric. "How long before we can do that again?" she asked.

"Not...for some time," he admitted.

"Well, we'll have to think of something else," she said, fingers twirling a lock of her hair.